Nice dramatic and powerful music accompanying the beast's mighty sets on the incline with ... what? One hundred and eighty-five pounds (give or take)? And not a decent rep to be seen, either.
So this dude's on juice? Just to be muscular enough not to be confused with his little sister during family get-togethers?! Pathetic.
He's wearing eye-liner, too, I think.
Plus, as a bonus round, he sports the obligatory ultra-douche tribal tat.
Total asslicker, this wanker.
