This is the thread for sharing your stories of savage beasts who you encounter in your gym that you most surely would not want to mess with. I go to two gyms and usually encounter at least one such individual on a daily basis.
There is a shitty gym in my office's building. It does not have a lot of equipment but does feature a squat rack and bench and dumbells up to 100, only costs $80 a year, and is convenient when I don't want to trek over to the Gold's in town. Usually it is sparsely attended, but this semester they lowered the dues by quite a bit, which has ushered in a whole new wave of jackasses.
Today I witnessed the hardest core of gym warriors here. 5'8", 150, smear-on tan with wifebeater and spiked hair, ravaging his pecs with a set of 45-lb DB incline presses. Nothing wrong with this, not everyone is going to be Mr. Olympia and he wasn't screaming obnoxiously or anything as he performed this feat of strength. He chose afterwards, however, to proclaim how "jacked and pumped" his pancake-like pecs are to his seemingly normal lifting buddy. This genetically gifted pec-master was evidently also an accomplished cage fighter, as he then initiated a one-sided discussion with his partner on how his "spinning reverse backhand" was his "most powerful strike." He then compared his strikes to those of an unknown third party, who he claimed required "three punches to equal the power of one of my punches." He finished this conversation by noting that he is "very fast for how strong I am", which facilitates his remarkable striking power.
This noble savage then performed his second set that he completed during my 45-minute workout, a fiber-severing eights reps of incline flies with the 30s, commented to his buddy on how "ripped" they were both getting, and called it a day!
