I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
Not unexpected from someone, like you, who lives in a fantasy world.
