I just fought 7 guys by myself outside of my gym and won (GTFIH)

[areyoucereal]

To all the people negging me for this thread... Funny that you....





































Don't know how close you came to dying today

[JonZ]

Who are these guys to come into my house, the palace of swole, and disrespect me and pretend like I'm not 5'5 - 145lbs of ripped/cut/swole/tight/fit godmode.

Stats say 5'9 165.






Not sure if serious......

[Dtmpap]

I read, I laughed, I promise pls don't kill me op....pls

[tk217]

I'm more amazed that you spent the time writing this

Imagine how good OP's life would be if he dedicated his time to medicine than being a *******.

[areyoucereal]

Imagine how good OP's life would be if he dedicated his time to medicine than being a *******.

I'm in a doctors office wait room right now as I read your comment. There are people sitting directly in front of me and I'm trying really hard not to laugh

[BDfreak05]

So I hit up the gym at about 2am, since it's a 24 hour gym and I like to go late at night because I hate signing autographs. I'm doing my Monday routine of biceps only. I'm on set 3 or 4, can't remember, and a group of guys come in. All of them were 200+ lbs so I wasn't worried. Btw I'm jacked. I'm in the squat rack doing my thing, when I can see one of the guys via the mirror making fun of me. I walk over to their group and ask what the problem is, and why they were laughing. One of the guys said that they were talking about a comedy they recently watched, and that they would never laugh at anyone in the gym because laughing at someone who is trying to get healthy is immature. They were being really nice and invited me to work out with them and said to give them a shout if I needed a spot or anything.


Are you F'ing kidding me? They were going to punk me like that in my own domain? No. That's when something triggered in my head and I snapped. Who are these guys to come into my house, the palace of swole, and disrespect me and pretend like I'm not 5'5 - 145lbs of ripped/cut/swole/tight/fit godmode. I took off my under armor shirt and threw it on the ground. Took off my nike headband and threw it in the drinking fountain. Took off my beats by dre headphones and put it on top of the vending machine. Took off my olympic lifting shoes and put them in a locker. Took my water bottle (the ones with a filter inside it) and placed it on top of a bench. Took my socks off and put it on the receptionists desk. Took my boxers off and wrapped it around my fist.

So now I'm standing there, fully naked (no homo) and ready to deliver a beating of biblical proportions. I grab the first guy, take him outside, leg sweep him and his entire femoral bone shatters into 302 pieces (there was a doctor in the gym at the time with a full cat scanning machine in his car that checked). As he lay there writhing in pain, I reached into his pocket and could feel his leg was mush. I took out his car keys, hopped in his car and drove to his house. I went into his bedroom and logged onto his computer and looked up his browsing history. His mom walked in the room and saw that I was fully naked and had a pump from working out. She leaned in to kiss me, and I leaned in as well...... With my right hook and straight KO'd her shattering her entire face into 302 pieces. You think I'm going to give someone related to that chump a piece of my swole/tight/solid body? Nope. After I finished looking at his browsing history, and knocked out his mom, I went into his dads office on the main floor of the house. In his office was a rolodex, and I looked up every single family member of his in the world. I have a ton of air miles, so I ran to the airport fully naked and hopped on a plane. At first they didn't want to let me on a plane since I was naked, but the TSA said it was fine since they would save time on having to search me. I flew to 32 countries over the next 2 weeks and killed every single relative of his. I decimated his entire blood line for starting **** with me. Casualties of war. Fully justified IMO.

I took the next plane back to Vancouver, and headed straight to the gym. Keep in mind I've been naked this entire time and didn't shave once, so I looked like Tom Hanks in Castaway via my beard and my pubic hair. I was a little mad since the hair made me look less ripped, but it's okay and sometimes during war you have to make sacrifices. I get to the gym and the 6 remaining friends of his are still standing there. They look weak and dehydrated since they have been there for over 32 days. At this point after killing all those people and all that traveling I didn't feel like fighting anymore because I was exhausted.

The 6 guys lined me up and I was about to get jumped and right before the first guy threw a punch I yelled "Stop! I have something to tell you about your friend"

They stop for a second and say "This better be good, because you're about to get ****ed up"




That's when I tell them...




"I checked your friend browsing history........I found his misc username. His last thread was asking people to critique his routine"




They all stopped and looked at eachother. They looked at me. I looked at them. They looked at me. I looked at my bloody boxer shorts wrapped around my fist. They looked at me. They looked at the vending machine. I looked at them. They looked at me. I looked at the receptionist. She looked at them.

I say... "Are you guys doing legs today?"

They say...... "No... We're doing biceps."

I say.... "Me too.. I only have a few sets left, but you can work in if you want."

They look at me and all nod. I nod. Receptionist nods. Everyone is nodding right now.

Some guy walks into the gym during this intense moment. He looks around. He looks at me. I look at him. He looks at them. They look at him. The guy turns around and walks right back out.

























That guy doesn't know how close he came to dying that day.

[areyoucereal]

Watch out your comment bro

[404notfound]

This!
Was expecting a fresh prince line at the end of that

lmao, whenever i see a wall of text on the misc i scroll to see if im going to get belaired.

laughed throughout OP.

[Tresiel]

I grab the first guy, take him outside, leg sweep him and his entire femoral bone shatters into 302 pieces (there was a doctor in the gym at the time with a full cat scanning machine in his car that checked).

This part was funny

[HarryFlashman]

I read the whole thing, best part was the doctor with the portable cat scanner. Never understand the 'didn't read lol' retards. Thick as fuk obviously.
Funny stupid chit anyway OP.

[SaviorHass]

I came. I read. I laughed.

[Durg]

So when did you fight the other 6 guys?

[AussieJuNior]

I read the entire thing and I gotta say I lol'd

[kingbeta]

lol at the last dude who just left


good read opie

[Roundbrown]

Many lolz were had will rep on rc

[kcxvi]

Great story misc, I hit up the gym at about 2am, since it's a 24 hour gym and I like to go late at night because I hate signing autographs. I'm doing my Monday routine of biceps only. I'm on set 3 or 4, can't remember, and a group of guys come in. All of them were 200+ lbs so I wasn't worried. Btw I'm jacked. I'm in the squat rack doing my thing, when I can see one of the guys via the mirror making fun of me. I walk over to their group and ask what the problem is, and why they were laughing. One of the guys said that they were talking about a comedy they recently watched, and that they would never laugh at anyone in the gym because laughing at someone who is trying to get healthy is immature. They were being really nice and invited me to work out with them and said to give them a shout if I needed a spot or anything.


Are you F'ing kidding me? They were going to punk me like that in my own domain? No. That's when something triggered in my head and I snapped. Who are these guys to come into my house, the palace of swole, and disrespect me and pretend like I'm not 5'5 - 145lbs of ripped/cut/swole/tight/fit godmode. I took off my under armor shirt and threw it on the ground. Took off my nike headband and threw it in the drinking fountain. Took off my beats by dre headphones and put it on top of the vending machine. Took off my olympic lifting shoes and put them in a locker. Took my water bottle (the ones with a filter inside it) and placed it on top of a bench. Took my socks off and put it on the receptionists desk. Took my boxers off and wrapped it around my fist.

So now I'm standing there, fully naked (no homo) and ready to deliver a beating of biblical proportions. I grab the first guy, take him outside, leg sweep him and his entire femoral bone shatters into 302 pieces (there was a doctor in the gym at the time with a full cat scanning machine in his car that checked). As he lay there writhing in pain, I reached into his pocket and could feel his leg was mush. I took out his car keys, hopped in his car and drove to his house. I went into his bedroom and logged onto his computer and looked up his browsing history. His mom walked in the room and saw that I was fully naked and had a pump from working out. She leaned in to kiss me, and I leaned in as well...... With my right hook and straight KO'd her shattering her entire face into 302 pieces. You think I'm going to give someone related to that chump a piece of my swole/tight/solid body? Nope. After I finished looking at his browsing history, and knocked out his mom, I went into his dads office on the main floor of the house. In his office was a rolodex, and I looked up every single family member of his in the world. I have a ton of air miles, so I ran to the airport fully naked and hopped on a plane. At first they didn't want to let me on a plane since I was naked, but the TSA said it was fine since they would save time on having to search me. I flew to 32 countries over the next 2 weeks and killed every single relative of his. I decimated his entire blood line for starting **** with me. Casualties of war. Fully justified IMO.

I took the next plane back to Vancouver, and headed straight to the gym. Keep in mind I've been naked this entire time and didn't shave once, so I looked like Tom Hanks in Castaway via my beard and my pubic hair. I was a little mad since the hair made me look less ripped, but it's okay and sometimes during war you have to make sacrifices. I get to the gym and the 6 remaining friends of his are still standing there. They look weak and dehydrated since they have been there for over 32 days. At this point after killing all those people and all that traveling I didn't feel like fighting anymore because I was exhausted.

The 6 guys lined me up and I was about to get jumped and right before the first guy threw a punch I yelled "Stop! I have something to tell you about your friend"

They stop for a second and say "This better be good, because you're about to get ****ed up"




That's when I tell them...




"I checked your friend browsing history........I found his misc username. His last thread was asking people to critique his routine"




They all stopped and looked at eachother. They looked at me. I looked at them. They looked at me. I looked at my bloody boxer shorts wrapped around my fist. They looked at me. They looked at the vending machine. I looked at them. They looked at me. I looked at the receptionist. She looked at them.

I say... "Are you guys doing legs today?"

They say...... "No... We're doing biceps."

I say.... "Me too.. I only have a few sets left, but you can work in if you want."

They look at me and all nod. I nod. Receptionist nods. Everyone is nodding right now.

Some guy walks into the gym during this intense moment. He looks around. He looks at me. I look at him. He looks at them. They look at him. The guy turns around and walks right back out.

























That guy doesn't know how close he came to dying that day.