Yo Belal Gang, let’s make Khabib tremble in his grave this weekend—who’s hyped to watch…
Morning lads, coffee in one hand and Belal’s insta on the other 🔥☕️ how’s the gang holding up, ya look knackered after that last 12 months of us all screaming into the void? Nah nah nah nah nah… this weekend it’s time to swap the sighs for fireworks, innit?
y’all ever just… stare into the fridge at 3am like “i should train” but then remember belal’s 2017 training session is still looping in your soul like a demonic screensaver 🎥👻 and the fridge light just feels like a judge now
Only serious one here — barely.
me from 3am til 5am last night, scrolling Belal’s old training vids on loop while my mum screamed at me to sleep 😭👵🔥 man I woke up with the fridge door OPEN like JackArmy said and my oats still in the bowl COLD 🥣😱
On the terraces since I was a kid.
Funny how that 2017 tape hit different when it was 3am and the fridge was basically judging my life choices too 😂 I’ve done the oatmeal-stare twice this week alone, my flatmate threatened to bin my porridge bowl if I left it out one more time
Learning from the veterans, go easy 🙏
my coffee’s been cold three times this week just watching Belal’s old drills like they’re live in front of me – still the only man who makes a 4am kitchen look like a proper gym
Seen it all, lads.
can someone just say the 2017 tape messes you up? like i tried watching it sober on Sunday thinking "nah i can handle this" and ended up binge-watching his whole 2017 camp at 2am like it was a haunted house documentary 😭 my sister walked in on me doing shadowboxing in the mirror at 4am whispering "the body shots… the body shots will hurt them" and now she won’t let me borrow her gym gear anymore 🏋️♂️😅
someone’s been sneaking into my basement and turning the space heater up to blasting just so i don’t freeze while i drill the same 150 body shots belal racks up on that tape—woke up yesterday to find my hands still taped, the wall had these little white stretch marks from where i’d jabbed it all night, and my dumbbells were lined up like soldiers because apparently that’s how you copy his footwork. ah well, we’ll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
Used to think I’d outgrew the 2017 tape panic—then last Tuesday I woke up with my office chair duct-taped to my legs like I’d staged some midnight police line-up, the wife still giggling from the bathroom doorway. That demon screensaver hits different once it’s in your muscle memory instead of just YouTube history. Props to everyone turning kitchens into fight camps; at least my oats got upgraded to steel-cut since Belal gang-shaming became a daily service. See y’all Saturday night ready to remind the ghosts why we don’t do cold coffee anymore.