Fitness Influencer Tests 8 Zero-Review Supplements for a Week. One Sent Him to the Shower Screaming in Pain

Fitness YouTuber Will Tennyson just did what most people wouldn’t dare: spend an entire week testing supplements with zero reviews.

No ratings. No testimonials. Just pure, unfiltered guinea pig behavior.

From smelling salts that made him cry to fat-burning gels that promised poolside shortcuts, Tennyson documented every regret-filled moment.

In his latest YouTube experiment, he transformed himself into a human lab rat—and the results were equal parts hilarious and horrifying.

Irish Carbomb Smelling Salts: When Scent Meets Suffering

First up were whiskey and stout-scented smelling salts with an unforgettable name: Irish Carbomb.

Tennyson mixed the activator into the bottle as instructed, shaking until he felt regret—which didn’t take long. “The bottle just got really hot all of a sudden,” he noted. “So I will say I do feel regretful now.”

Heading into his 315-pound bench press attempt without caffeine or headphones, he relied solely on the salts for a PR he’d been chasing for years: eight reps.

Oh. Oh, my nose bleeding. Let’s go.

He only managed six reps—actually regressing from his usual seven.

“I feel like I was almost too hyped. It kind of threw me off and I wasn’t as focused,” Tennyson explained, tears streaming down his face.

His training partner Ray had a similar reaction, breaking down in tears and failing to complete even one rep. Meanwhile, another gym-goer, Michael, nearly locked out a ninth rep with 225 pounds—his previous best was seven.

Ten minutes later, Tennyson was still feeling the effects. “Usually smelling salts that I’ve had, it dies off within like a minute. This stuff is actually kind of tapering off into this weird interesting feeling. Like I feel high, drunk, and I just spent an all-nighter.”

After experimenting with a gentler approach—a light sniff instead of aggressive inhale—he discovered the product’s sweet spot. The rest of his workout went phenomenally. He progressed on every exercise except bench press once he learned to manage the dose.

Shogun Fat Burner: 500mg of Pure Chaos

Anarchy Labs Shogun Fat Burner promised to be “the most powerful fat burner ever created.”

It packed 500 milligrams of caffeine per serving—more than six cans of Red Bull compressed into four tiny capsules.

I feel like an active ticking time bomb. I am caffeine.

Tennyson described experiencing “artificial happiness on a collision course with reality sadness”—a bizarre mental state where the supplement forced mood elevation against his will.

His heart rate skyrocketed to lifting levels while sitting completely still. Mid-workout, he had what he diplomatically called a “code brown near miss.”

“One wrong bracing cue on that set and it was over for me,” he admitted.

Despite not typically running hot, Tennyson was boiling. “It feels like I am training in a sauna. I am sweating.” Between sets, he couldn’t stop fidgeting, moving his hands, looking around paranoid.

Then came the breaking point.

I have never thrown up from a supplement before. I can’t handle this.

Even after an extremely cold shower, he remained overheated and nauseous. “Imagine the entire day you feel like you’re being hunted. That’s what Shogun does to you.”

At 3 p.m., he forced down his first meal—not from hunger, but hoping it would provide relief. The effects didn’t wear off for hours.

Anesthetized Sleep Aid: Dreams That Feel Too Real

Blackstone Labs’ Anesthetized had a name that sounded more threatening than therapeutic. The company warned users might want to start with half a scoop due to “extreme potency.”

Tennyson, of course, took a full scoop.

Within 30 minutes, drowsiness set in—much faster than normal. He tracked his sleep using an Oura Ring to measure the effects objectively.

The results? Exceptional.

Last night’s sleep was incredible. I feel so well rested. I feel energized. I feel on top of the world.

Unlike typical sleep supplements that leave morning grogginess, Tennyson woke feeling ready—something he claimed hadn’t happened in 31 years.

His dreams felt alarmingly realistic. “I literally woke up, rolled over, expecting a note from LeBron as to why the hell I’m waking up alone.”

His Oura Ring data confirmed the quality:

• Sleep score: 90 (optimal)
• Total sleep: 8 hours 26 minutes
• Sleep efficiency: 91%
• REM sleep: 1 hour 52 minutes (notably improved)
• Deep sleep: 1 hour 34 minutes
• Sleep latency: 14 minutes (half his usual time)

The only downside? “I think I could have slept through an entire John Wick movie unfolding in my house. So from a security perspective, not that great.”

Lipo 6 Defining Gel: The Sunburn Lesson

Lipo 6 Defining Gel promised localized fat burning through mysterious “Topazorb technology.” Just apply, feel heat, get toned—without lifting.

Tennyson admitted he was “willing to get scammed a thousand times if this is legit just once.”

He applied the gel to stubborn areas like love handles and stomach, immediately feeling a deep burning sensation. For comparison, he measured his arms and took photos to track any visual changes.

Initially, nothing happened beyond warmth. No pump. No definition. Zero visual changes.

Disappointed but not defeated, Tennyson had his review planned—until he stepped into the shower.

I just had the most painful shower of my life. The water was just burning me. Look at me. I’m like a freaking tomato.

His skin had developed a severe reaction—love handles, chest, stomach all resembling a “gnarly sunburn.”

“That’s why it has no reviews,” he concluded grimly.

Epiplex Muscle Builder: Chocolate Bodybuilding Fantasy

Marketed as a “natural anabolic muscle builder,” Epiplex promised to surpass genetic limitations. The main ingredient? Epicatechin—a flavanol found in cocoa that supposedly inhibits myostatin.

“I’m officially a chocolate bodybuilder,” Tennyson joked.

He took the intensive dose: three capsules spread throughout the day before leg training. The promise? Increased lean muscle mass, strength, endurance, and stamina.

The reality? Absolutely nothing.

So far, I feel absolutely nothing. The placebo effect hasn’t even shown up yet. I feel like I get more of a kick from a freaking decaf coffee.

His workout proceeded exactly as planned for a normal day. No superhuman strength. No enhanced stamina. Even bench press felt disappointingly average.

Then came leg press, where Tennyson added 50 pounds to his top set—a significant jump he attributed not to the supplement, but to simply believing in himself.

“Imagine you think you’re going for therapy and you end up just getting a horoscope reading instead. That’s this supplement,” he said.

UMP Protein Bar: Museum-Quality Nutrition

Beverly International’s Ultimate Muscle Protein bar came in almond honey flavor—which Tennyson described as “a flavor fit for someone born in 1967.”

The macros weren’t terrible: 230 calories, 20 grams protein, 8 grams fiber. But the appearance and taste? Catastrophic.

Why does this bar look like I got it from the museum? Smells like rat poison.

Tennyson described it as “World War I trench food” and “somehow dry and wet at the same time, like sand after a high tide.”

The flavor reminded him of dog cake. “Not necessarily a bad thing, but it’s just a bad dog cake.”

Despite pure intentions, the execution failed miserably. The company claimed there’s no wrong time to eat an UMP bar. Turns out every time is a wrong time.

Psychotic Pre-Workout: Training at Gunpoint

Insane Labs’ Saw movie-inspired pre-workout featured hanging rotten teeth on the label and refused to disclose caffeine content on the packaging.

Online sources revealed 390 milligrams per serving—enough to be dangerous, but not quite lethal.

The flavor? “Sunny D if it was made in a prison toilet.”

Within minutes, Tennyson was fighting to stay still at red lights. “I just drove the entire time on the highway in the slow lane. And I don’t do that ever.”

I feel like I’m training at gunpoint right now. Like my hand is hovering the fight or flight button, but I can’t press it.

Despite the terror, Tennyson hit a PR: nine reps on bench press, up from eight the previous week. But he attributed it to fear, not energy.

Between sets, he paced relentlessly, “like I forgot something in the oven at home.” Interestingly, his heart rate remained normal—hovering in the 120s after hard sets—even while feeling extremely jittery.

Then the crash hit mid-workout. Dizziness. Nausea. Complete exhaustion.

He realized he’d trained the entire session without headphones or music—something he never does. “I just wanted caffeine, not symptoms. And this pre gave me every bad symptom possible.”

Pump Gel: Chemistry Over Curls

The final product promised next-level vascularity, muscle fullness, and insane definition “exactly where you want it without even lifting.”

Tennyson applied the gel to his arms and shoulders, setting a 30-minute timer as instructed. Before application, he measured both arms: right side just over 17 inches, left side slightly smaller.

Within seven minutes, he felt warmth and what seemed like a pump developing.

I cannot believe I’m saying this, but I can feel the pump coming on. My arms feel as if I’m at the gym training arms, which is super weird.

The burning sensation continued. His muscles felt easier to flex. “This stuff next level for pool parties. We don’t need chlorine in pools. We need this gel in the pool.”

For this to earn five stars, Tennyson needed at least a one-inch pump—bringing measurements to 18 inches or more.

The result? 17 inches. Actually smaller than before application.

Looking at before and after photos, there was literally no difference. “The heating effect got me. If it sounds too good to be true, it’s probably too good to be true.”

Lessons From the Lab Rat

After a week of human experimentation, Tennyson emerged with mixed results. Some products earned spots in his routine—particularly the sleep supplement. Others taught expensive lessons about shortcuts that don’t exist.

The smelling salts worked once he learned proper dosing. Shogun nearly hospitalized him. Epiplex did absolutely nothing. Psychotic delivered results through sheer terror. Pump gel provided false hope and genuine warmth.

The biggest takeaway? Zero reviews often mean zero results—or worse, zero survivors willing to post about their experience.

As Tennyson concluded: “I wasn’t playing the game. The game was playing me.”