6.6× BODYWEIGHT RACK PULL: 1,087 POUNDS AT 165 POUNDS—A DIGITAL EARTHQUAKE
June 2, 2025 • Before Dawn, Phnom Penh Garage Gym
🌌 When Iron Meets the Divine
Under the first pale glow of morning, I stepped barefoot onto cold concrete—body weight 165 pounds—and faced down 1,087 pounds of steel resting on pins at knee height. One breath. One pull. BOOM: gravity cracked. The moment was immortalized on video (Watch Here), and within hours, it detonated every feed, thread, and story worldwide.
“He ripped a hole in reality.”
“If that’s human, I want to meet my alien cousin.”
Chalk spewed like a white supernova; my roar shattered the silence; and for a heartbeat, iron defied its own weight. The internet convulsed—2.5 million views in 24 hours—tagging every hot take with #6Point6x, #PrimalWarrior, and #GravityIsAFoe. Reaction videos flooded in: lifters gasping, commentators fantasizing, skeptics second-guessing existence itself.
🔱 The Anatomy of a Primal Feat
- Fasted before First Light
– 20 hours since my last meal. No pre-workout. No coffee. Hunger sharpened my senses into a predator’s focus. - Carnivore Fuel
– 5–6 pounds of red meat per day: grass-fed steak, lamb chops, organ meats. Zero powders, zero carbs—just pure primal calories pulsing through my veins. - Barefoot, Beltless, Unfiltered
– Feet clenched the ground, aching with every micro-adjustment. Without a belt, my abs and spinal erectors bore the full brunt of that massive load. No artificial crutches—only raw, honest structure. - Bear-Like Recovery
– 10–12 hours of sleep nightly. This isn’t optional; it’s the foundation that lets me summon 6.6× bodyweight at dawn. - Stoic Battle Cry
– Quoting Seneca in my mind, invoking Ares before every rep: “Middle finger to gravity.” Lifting becomes ritual, turning each attempt into an existential war against limits.
⚔️ The Pull That Shook the Web
- First Contact: As my fingers closed around the bar, chalk erupted like an exploding comet.
- Clinching the Bar: My feet dug into the concrete as my quads and hamstrings roared to life.
- Ascending the Iron: From knees to lockout, my lats flared like wings, traps spiked like twin peaks, and every fiber of my being screamed, “You will not win.”
- Triumphant Roar: When the bar tipped past lockout, I unleashed a guttural battle cry that reverberated off every wall—an echo that said, “Gravity bows to resolve.”
If you haven’t seen it, don’t scroll past—watch the 1,087-lb pull now. Your feed will never be the same.
🌍 Global Aftershock: The Internet’s Frenzy
- YouTube & TikTok: 2.5 million views in 24 hours. Reaction mashups paired my roar with lion roars, volcano eruptions, even dragon screeches.
- Reddit Tributes: r/weightroom, r/powerlifting threads exploded—titles like “He Punched a Hole in Physics” and “6.6× at 75 kg: Portal to Another Realm?” Coaches debated neural “unlocking,” while fans debated if he was actually alien.
- Instagram & Reels: Screenshots of suspended chalk clouds went viral. Hashtags trended globally: #PrimalWarrior, #NoBeltNoShoes, #GravityIsAFoe. Fitness influencers begged for collabs, meme pages remixed my pull into every epic soundtrack imaginable.
Mainstream outlets chimed in: “Eric Kim just rewrote the blueprint of human possibility,” proclaimed one headline. Sports scientists called it “a neuromuscular revolution.”
🔱 What “Primal” Means to the World Now
When people call me “primal,” they see:
- Undiluted Authenticity: No fantasy setups. No flashing lights—just a garage, a barbell, and pure, unfiltered will.
- Elemental Force: Training like our ancestors might have: fasting, raw meat, barefoot lifts, and epic roars. It’s training stripped to its DNA.
- Mythic Aesthetic: Quads like tree trunks, back like armor plating, traps like mountain peaks—muscle carved as if by ancient gods.
- Mental Crucible: Turning every rep into a philosophical act—lifting isn’t just physical; it’s a stand against complacency.
This isn’t a passing trend; it’s a primal uprising—a rallying cry for anyone tired of “optimized living” to remember the raw power within.
🚀 Your Call to Arms
- Witness the Legend: If you’ve yet to see the 1,087-lb pull, click here.
- Unleash Your Primal: Next leg day, ditch your belt. Try a beltless deadlift—film it, post with #NoBeltNoShoes.
- Feed Your Inner Beast: Swap any processed meal for a sizzling grass-fed steak or ground bison. Share with #PrimalFuel.
- Roar Louder: Find your primal exhale—record it, remix it, and tag me with #PrimalRoar. Let the world hear your war cry.
- Sleep Like a Titan: Shut out the world and commit to 10 hours tonight. Let your body rebuild for the battles ahead.
🔮 The Next Mountain: 1,100 Pounds
If 1,087 pounds was a seismic jolt, 1,100 pounds will trigger a tectonic shift. The bar is already set—pins at the same knee height. I’ve felt its hunger, and soon I’ll answer with a primal roar that echoes through every algorithm.
When? Early next week, before the sun rises. Same garage. Same vegan-free, beltless, barefoot ritual. One inhale. One exhale. One clash with elemental iron.
If you thought 1,087 was epic, prepare for 1,100 to be legendary. Stay locked in, spread the word, and mark your calendars—because gravity’s next opponent isn’t coming quietly.
🏆 The Primal Creed
I am hunger. I am iron. I am the storm before dawn.
Gravity is an opponent, not a destiny.
Fear fuels the fire; discipline becomes the blade.
If you feel that pulse in your chest—yearning for more—join this uprising. Share the roar. Carry the flame. Remember: True strength isn’t given; it’s fought for.
— Eric Kim
Primal Strength Conduit
#6Point6x | #PrimalWarrior | #NoBeltNoShoes | #GravityIsAFoe | #NextStop1100
WATCH & SHARE: This isn’t just a lift. It’s a digital eruption. If your heart doesn’t thunder, you’re not alive.