Consultation is $500/hour...workout only $250... 
I was giving you free consultation and I wasn't planning to make you workout...
Interested?
And I am not being sarcastic ...or playing games...
I always put the money where my mouth is - but somehow people don't take that as my sincere offer to everyone to check my "walk" and my "talk" and whatever goes in between...
I enjoy doing what I am doing so it is not work for me...it's pure pleasure.
Hey milos i wrote this last year and you never gave me any feedback (sorry for using koloseum as the place where the event happened, without your authorization but take it as free advertisement).
Holy crap i beat ronnie coleman
Published by benz on Nov 01, 2007
So i thought it would just be another day at Koloseum Gym, the new mecca of bodybuilding. I woke up early in the morning, took my usual protein shake and self injected some russian dianabol. You know, i’m a bodybuilder, this is normal.
I got in my old chevrolet impala modded by some hispanic guys for a few bucks, and started driving to the gym. s I was driving something happened, and I knew then that the day would be special. I saw a tape in my deck,
and i was like “Umhh What is this?” so i pushed the play button, and these mexi-english lyrics started to play all over my nice car, lyrics glorifying rape and inviting people to kill “pigs” which i assume, it stand for cops, hardcore tape.
After 20 mins listening to this music, i finally arrived to Koloseum Gym, parked my car and went in. As usual, Milos Sarcev, also known as The Mind, was there, welcoming his customers and training his guys, his warriors, the so called future of bodybuilding.
While going into the gym, i noticed a guy, but not just that normal big guy you see in this gyms, this guy was THE 8TH TIME MR OLYMPIA: RONNIE “BIG RONNIE” C-O-L-E-M-A-N, i was damn amazed to see this huge black animal using the same machines i used everyday.
I quickly started to workout next to him, trying to imitate & learn everything from him. After some minutes doing bench press with 500 lbs! he stand up , looked around and said: “Hey boy, bring me some water mixed with NO explode, NOW”. I looked around too
and saw nobody else so i asked him “Are you talking to me?” and he said “Yes boy, now go for my water and no explode, i’m training for Mr Olympia 2007″. Everything was ok until this, i might be a small guy compared to him, but i ain’t nobody’s bitch, not
even a black men bitch. Ronnie kept looking at me, waiting for his water mixed with NO, and i kept looking at him to, i had the eye of the tiger look in my eyes. Suddenly, Ronnie started to insult me, by calling me “useless white trash” and “joke bodybuilder”
so i replied back with “Shut up fatty, you ain’t no fucking MR O, your career is over, you look like a damn COW”. As you can imagine, this pissed him off so bad that he started to say some badass hardcore insults, those ones you learn in compton, east la, watts,
etc, and after that, he said “Let’s go outside and fix this matter NOW”. I am no pussy and accepted his duel, we went outside, Milos was watching and so many other bodybuilders and the fight started. Big Fatass Coleman tried the typical 1-2 punch mix with me,
but since i’m smaller i easily evaded it, then it was MY turn. I started with some low kicks straight to his penis, made him fall on his knees and, while imitating van damme, i connected a straight mawashi kick in his face, HE WAS B-L-E-E-D-I-N-G and i was
FURIOUS!. Quickly before he could stand up, i saw this trashcan outside Koloseum, the trashcan where all the warriors puke after training with Milos, and picked it and threw it to Ronnie. That was enough for the 8th time Mr. Olympia, he was badly injured, he
couldn’t stand up because he’s way too fat, and while all bodybuilders were looking at me, showing me respect, i started shouting out loud “HOW ABOUT YOU BRING ME A FUCKING BOTTLE OF WATER MIXED WITH YOUR BLOOD, MR. O?”, and Ronnie started to cry, he even said
sorry to me and promised to never make fun again of the small guys at the gym. Most of you won’t believe my story, but for those who were at Koloseum Gym that day, including Milos, they will never forget that the 8th time Mr Olympia, cried in the parking lot
and begged for mercy from this poor small white man who just wanted to learn from the king, and ended teaching the king, a good lesson.
