i can't help but sing "let it go, let it go..." from the Frozen soundtrack when I see this
Delts filled to the rim with more SEO than Valvalino.
It wasn't invented back then.
My best friends 2 year old is addicted to Frozen. Every time I go over, that damn movie is on.
have you watched the movie? it's actually fairly brutal. "Your sister is dead!" and quotes like that. Her parents getting killed at sea. The way the hunting guys try to straight execute Elsa with a crowwbow, cold-blooded shit. In the old days, Disney movies were never that cruel.
Probably escline
Where the fuck is the video?
If he took so many diuretics and pissed for an hour straight wouldn't he have lost definition and fullness? He's pretty fucking ripped there it's like he hit it right on perfectly and would have faded out as the judging went on.
I found a video from the contest but they're obviously not going to show that but fuck that noise , they show him in the prejudging and he doesn't even look all that lean & hard either http://clips.team-andro.com/watch/171af2b0ccdf7c64d72d/arnold-classic-1994In the hours preceding the 1994 Arnold Classic prejudging on March 5th, heavily favored Paul Dillett--in pursuit of being drier than the Sahara in July -- was experiencing severe bouts of cramping. It later transpired that he had overdone one of the diuretics of choice of that era, which would set in motion a time bomb that would implode later in the day.Early in the prejudging Paul went into a spasm around his obliques.The 270-pounder's outward confidence as he walked onstage for the prejudging at 11:55am belied the acute discomfort he was undergoing. At 12:29pm, during the last callout of the symmetry round (the other two protagonists being Vince Taylor and Kevin Levrone), Dillett, with his back to the judging panel, tried to hit an impromptu double biceps pose. He raised his left arm and then locked it above his head as the oblique muscles on his left side went into a horrendous spasm. Unable to flex or lower his arm, Dillett lurched from the stage and slumped onto his back on a table in the recesses of the theater. Very soon, the stricken athlete was surrounded by a well-meaning group, among them a noncompeting Flex Wheeler who advised instant fluid intake. Dillett assured everyone that he was all right. "I'm not delirious or anything, you know," he said. "It's just a muscle spasm." A full 25 minutes elapsed before Dillett walked onstage again to execute his individual compulsories. His reappearance was greeted by tremendous applause and all hoped the crisis point had passed. With some difficulty, he completed his front double-biceps, front-lat and side-chest poses. Then, as he went into a back double-biceps pose, the 4,000 attendees gasped inLater he totally collapsed and had to be carried unceremoniously offstage.horror as the distressing scene they had witnessed 25 minutes earlier was repeated. Dillett grimaced and half screamed, "Oh, God!" (more in despair than pain) as a backstage marshal rushed to his aid. He still had his back to the audience as the marshal positioned himself to face Canada's biggest export since John Candy went Hollywood. Without anyone calling “Timber!” Paul took this as his cue to slump forward into the arms of the marshal, who was about six or seven inches shorter than the man he now fought to support. Three more marshals poured onstage and each grabbed a mighty Dillett limb and lifted him up. Unfortunately, he was facing downward, marooned in an ugly tableau of head-to-toe cramps that rendered him rigidly immobile. In this ungainly mode, Dillett's 270-pound physique was awkwardly lugged offstage. As an exit, the scene sort of lacked the grace and poise of the Pope being carried around St. Peter's Square in a sedan chair. NOT A DRY THIGH IN THE HOUSEStretched out behind the stage curtain, Paul was attended to by paramedics, who, with great difficulty, found a vein (Dillett was so dehydrated, all his surface veins had collapsed) in which to insert an IV drip. Throughout the trauma, Paul was completely coherent, and at no time did he display false heroics by talking of going on with the contest. It was his decision to be taken to the local hospital, to which he was ferried to at 1:25pm (with the prejudging in progress). He was released after three hours, and later appeared at the night show to tell theBackstage waiting for paramedics.audience how disappointed he was that he couldn't finish the contest, and flexing his mighty biceps added that when, “I return next year I will look disgusting!” (Only in bodybuilding are such statements looked upon with anticipatory approval.) In my original report of the incident, I wrote: "It can be argued that whatever torment Paul Dillett had endured, he inflicted it upon himself. (As well as his physical discomfort, there is the fiscal pain of the potential $90,000 winner's check that could well have been his as before his collapse he was pushing eventual winner Kevin Levrone and runner-up Vince Taylor all in the way.) But during the last two years, there has been a succession of bodybuildingEven in silhouette Paul Dillett presented one hell of a physique.casualties of varying degrees due to the demon of excessive water depletion. In the hunger for glory, competitors are willing to up the ante to any level in pursuit of first place. It seems the groundswell of pushing athletes to ever more arid levels is growing alarmingly.” The truth is that as the Arnold Classic throng watched Dillett’s gyrations just about everyone present was mindful that less than 18 months previously Momo Benaziza had died hours after the Dutch Grand Prix due to a heart attack brought on by severe dehydration of the type they saw on display in Columbus. And that in the past year Mike Matarazzo and Edgar Fletcher had visited death’s door in pursuit of ultimate dryness.
LOl, in the AC movie that ND posted the judges and Arnold were highlighting Porter Cotrell's distended belly.
