Wells doesn’t do cardio days, he handles heavy things until they can’t push back anymore.
Cold iron. Chalked palms. He pulls it in close, pins it tight, lets it settle where it’s hardest to ignore. No rush. He likes to feel the weight before he makes it move.
Every rep starts wound up and hungry. Power packed in low, compressed, begging for release. Then, drive, rise, extend. Hips snap first. Chest opens. The whole chain fires like it’s been waiting for permission. When he finally lets go, it’s not gentle. It’s decisive.
The ring always goes quiet right before it happens. That split second when everyone knows something’s about to get launched whether it’s ready or not.
It’s not about distance. It’s about ownership. About knowing exactly how much it can take… and choosing to give it a little more.
By the end, the shot’s warm from his grip, chalk ground in deep. Breath slow. Legs shaking. Shoulders thick and swollen. That heavy, satisfied calm settles in, the kind that comes after you’ve picked something up, dominated it completely, and left it spent somewhere behind you.
Some guys lift to look strong. Wells trains to control things that resist him. He doesn’t chase the throw — he decides when it’s over.
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