Post is NSFW for no other reason than I feel really f*cking good.
I decided that I needed a break from the clearing for a few days, let whatever was being worked on settle a bit and I switched to v3b.
All I can say is: Wow. Skip to the end if you're only interested in sexual related stuff. Boxing stuff first.
Tonight, I was an absolute beast in boxing class. Endurance, insane. Cognition, insane. Channeled aggression, insane. Focus, insane. Now, I did take a pre-workout mix, but I've taken it before and went to boxing and I've never had this kind of a result. I know for a FACT that it's DMSI v3b.
Anyone who skips rope knows that you don't really do it for the cardio when it comes to combat sports. It's for footwork. I started with my normal left-left-right-right rhythm. The next thing I knew, I was motherf*ckin Muhammed Ali in that beast, bouncing around while skipping rope. Smooth and nimble, super light on my feet. Boxing Coach was like DAAAAMN, that's new.
Next up was shadowboxing. I threw a jab, right cross, left hook, right uppercut combo. Boxing Coach was like, "wtf, those were some smooth, powerful punches." Said he felt the blasts of wind coming from the punches. Proceeded to call his daughter over just to compliment me AGAIN.
Celeb vibe. Check.
I was actually kind of worried before going. For the first time ever, the coach asked us to bring headgear. That means we were going to pump up the intensity quite a bit. I'm not worried about any one other than this Latino middleweight that lives and breathes boxing. I like boxing, but I'm a martial artist first and foremost -- once I've gotten pretty good with my hands, I'm moving my focus to BJJ.
This dude LOVES boxing. A boxer is all he ever wanted to be. And it shows. He's lightning fast, strategic and his entire body is pure muscle. I'm not even gonna hate. He's got skills and a lot of heart.
That being said, he didn't stand a chance against my v3b enhanced jab. I mean, I didn't destroy him or anything, but I definitely kept him at bay. Did well enough for him to dap me up afterward and tell me that he hadn't had a challenge like that in a long time. See, he's a swarmer. That type of infighter that gets up very close and throws a flurry. For the past few weeks, I'd been focusing on footwork. Pivots. Angles. Anything I could to make sure this dude wouldn't be able to get up on me. However, he had been watching me and was ready.
Instead of rushing in, he kept trying to tire me out by angling circles around me, moving in close enough for me to pop that jab, and then moving back out. That being said, he wasn't ready for the v3b jab. It was twice as fast, and he wasn't able to get out quick enough, so I kept landing it. He was only able to get in and do the swarming routine twice, and that's when my v3b enhanced footwork came in. Pivot left pivot, jab, left hook, cross, duck, jab to the stomach and RIGHT SHOVEL HOOK, BABY.
He didn't rush me again. Right shovel hooks are dangerous as f*ck because it leaves your right side open. You gotta time it perfect or you'll find yourself laying on the mat.
v3b enhanced all that sh*t. Reflexes. Timing. I was playing drums on his body (and he was popping me too, no lie). It was a good fight.
Coach tells me that today, I was the embodiment of the sweet science of boxing.
CELEB VIBE. CHECK AND CHECK.
Boxing Coach's daughter in the corner creaming in her pants watching me. She's sitting on a stool, literally squirming, rubbing her hands up and down her thick thighs (she was wearing these super tight athletic booty shorts -- and keep in mind she can do 100 ass to grass squats, so you know what da booty looks like). Head slightly nodded, eyes pointed up at me with a beyond seductive gaze. Devilish grin on her face.
Every neuron in her virgin lil brain firing, screaming at her to do whatever she can to take every drop of my v3b infused baby batter so she can give birth to my v3b enhanced alpha children. And to make things work, I brought my kid to boxing today. And my kid is f*cking adorable. Everywhere I take the child, women start creaming. She's tall, slender and loves to dance. Like, she dances all day, non-stop. #ScorpioChildren.
Anyway, Coach's Daughter played with her a bit and now this chick has gone straight up baby crazy.
F*CKING DMSI.
I didn't ask for this, DMSI. I just wanted to bang a couple of PAWGs from time to time. Maybe sling a few backshots across a few cinnamon tanned booties or two. And this freaking sub is changing every aspect of my damn life, whether I'm ready or not.
Look at THIS SHIT:
![[Image: lulz.png]](https://s29.postimg.org/3tz1v5n0n/lulz.png)
Context: She was asking if I was bringing the kid back again and I made a joke about her not liking my kid.
She's been laying it on this thick sent I left the gym. I mean, it's almost laughable at this point how ridiculously overt she's being. Compliment after compliment. I don't know if I'm going to be able to resist her for much longer. The autotraining is kicking in, and I'm starting to get those damn "visions" everyone else is talking about. Shit's really vivid. Like, I can see every detail of what I'm going to do to her.
If these visions are any indication of reality, she'll be a quivering mess of sweat, p*ssy juice and tears of absolute ecstasy by the time I'm done. My baby mama has my daughter this weekend and I'll have the whole weekend free...
OkCupid manifestations are out of this damn world. Check this out:
![[Image: how.png]](https://s23.postimg.org/mzw9fctmj/how.png)
What the F*CK OkCupid. NINE IN ONE DAY? 29 OVERALL IN ONE WEEK?! How the F*CK am I supposed to go through and pick from 29 women (probably more like 24 once I filter the uggz out) that have already indicated that they liked me, and now I don't have to deal with all the "sending random messages to an empty black hole" crap.
I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS LIFE, DMSI.
I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS REALITY, SHANNON!
I miss the days when I was a beta with no balls, no drive, and no real purpose. Ya'll don't want this life of finally starting to enjoy who you really are!!!
F*CKING DMSI!!!!
P.S. This must be that there "placebo bullshit" a few of our people like to talk about. I must've imagined all of this. [/end sarcasm]
I decided that I needed a break from the clearing for a few days, let whatever was being worked on settle a bit and I switched to v3b.
All I can say is: Wow. Skip to the end if you're only interested in sexual related stuff. Boxing stuff first.
-- BEING BOXING STUFF --
Tonight, I was an absolute beast in boxing class. Endurance, insane. Cognition, insane. Channeled aggression, insane. Focus, insane. Now, I did take a pre-workout mix, but I've taken it before and went to boxing and I've never had this kind of a result. I know for a FACT that it's DMSI v3b.
Anyone who skips rope knows that you don't really do it for the cardio when it comes to combat sports. It's for footwork. I started with my normal left-left-right-right rhythm. The next thing I knew, I was motherf*ckin Muhammed Ali in that beast, bouncing around while skipping rope. Smooth and nimble, super light on my feet. Boxing Coach was like DAAAAMN, that's new.
Next up was shadowboxing. I threw a jab, right cross, left hook, right uppercut combo. Boxing Coach was like, "wtf, those were some smooth, powerful punches." Said he felt the blasts of wind coming from the punches. Proceeded to call his daughter over just to compliment me AGAIN.
Celeb vibe. Check.
I was actually kind of worried before going. For the first time ever, the coach asked us to bring headgear. That means we were going to pump up the intensity quite a bit. I'm not worried about any one other than this Latino middleweight that lives and breathes boxing. I like boxing, but I'm a martial artist first and foremost -- once I've gotten pretty good with my hands, I'm moving my focus to BJJ.
This dude LOVES boxing. A boxer is all he ever wanted to be. And it shows. He's lightning fast, strategic and his entire body is pure muscle. I'm not even gonna hate. He's got skills and a lot of heart.
That being said, he didn't stand a chance against my v3b enhanced jab. I mean, I didn't destroy him or anything, but I definitely kept him at bay. Did well enough for him to dap me up afterward and tell me that he hadn't had a challenge like that in a long time. See, he's a swarmer. That type of infighter that gets up very close and throws a flurry. For the past few weeks, I'd been focusing on footwork. Pivots. Angles. Anything I could to make sure this dude wouldn't be able to get up on me. However, he had been watching me and was ready.
Instead of rushing in, he kept trying to tire me out by angling circles around me, moving in close enough for me to pop that jab, and then moving back out. That being said, he wasn't ready for the v3b jab. It was twice as fast, and he wasn't able to get out quick enough, so I kept landing it. He was only able to get in and do the swarming routine twice, and that's when my v3b enhanced footwork came in. Pivot left pivot, jab, left hook, cross, duck, jab to the stomach and RIGHT SHOVEL HOOK, BABY.
He didn't rush me again. Right shovel hooks are dangerous as f*ck because it leaves your right side open. You gotta time it perfect or you'll find yourself laying on the mat.
v3b enhanced all that sh*t. Reflexes. Timing. I was playing drums on his body (and he was popping me too, no lie). It was a good fight.
Coach tells me that today, I was the embodiment of the sweet science of boxing.
CELEB VIBE. CHECK AND CHECK.
-- END BOXING STUFF --
Boxing Coach's daughter in the corner creaming in her pants watching me. She's sitting on a stool, literally squirming, rubbing her hands up and down her thick thighs (she was wearing these super tight athletic booty shorts -- and keep in mind she can do 100 ass to grass squats, so you know what da booty looks like). Head slightly nodded, eyes pointed up at me with a beyond seductive gaze. Devilish grin on her face.
Every neuron in her virgin lil brain firing, screaming at her to do whatever she can to take every drop of my v3b infused baby batter so she can give birth to my v3b enhanced alpha children. And to make things work, I brought my kid to boxing today. And my kid is f*cking adorable. Everywhere I take the child, women start creaming. She's tall, slender and loves to dance. Like, she dances all day, non-stop. #ScorpioChildren.
Anyway, Coach's Daughter played with her a bit and now this chick has gone straight up baby crazy.
F*CKING DMSI.
I didn't ask for this, DMSI. I just wanted to bang a couple of PAWGs from time to time. Maybe sling a few backshots across a few cinnamon tanned booties or two. And this freaking sub is changing every aspect of my damn life, whether I'm ready or not.
Look at THIS SHIT:
Context: She was asking if I was bringing the kid back again and I made a joke about her not liking my kid.
She's been laying it on this thick sent I left the gym. I mean, it's almost laughable at this point how ridiculously overt she's being. Compliment after compliment. I don't know if I'm going to be able to resist her for much longer. The autotraining is kicking in, and I'm starting to get those damn "visions" everyone else is talking about. Shit's really vivid. Like, I can see every detail of what I'm going to do to her.
If these visions are any indication of reality, she'll be a quivering mess of sweat, p*ssy juice and tears of absolute ecstasy by the time I'm done. My baby mama has my daughter this weekend and I'll have the whole weekend free...
OkCupid manifestations are out of this damn world. Check this out:
What the F*CK OkCupid. NINE IN ONE DAY? 29 OVERALL IN ONE WEEK?! How the F*CK am I supposed to go through and pick from 29 women (probably more like 24 once I filter the uggz out) that have already indicated that they liked me, and now I don't have to deal with all the "sending random messages to an empty black hole" crap.
I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS LIFE, DMSI.
I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS REALITY, SHANNON!
I miss the days when I was a beta with no balls, no drive, and no real purpose. Ya'll don't want this life of finally starting to enjoy who you really are!!!
F*CKING DMSI!!!!
P.S. This must be that there "placebo bullshit" a few of our people like to talk about. I must've imagined all of this. [/end sarcasm]
