
see I would have just punked them out of the spot.
Cats in the gym have very fragile egos, when you significantly out lift them. Especially when they're a lot bigger than you...
Case in and point, last night, I'm finishing up my routine,Gym is crowded, chicks are mediocre and i see ol boy setting up the deadlifts

...
I go

, can I jump in between sets. Breh had np. Breh starts sweating hard off of 2 plates. Breh swears DL are his favorite lift and has been doing them for years. I effortlessly murder that sh*t. Then ask what number is breh going up too. Breh proudly mentioned some 2 plates and a 25.

I tell him my working sets usually start at 315, then rack up 405+ depending on my mood. This cat gave me some lame excuse about usually h*tting 3 plates, in a way like that's a lot of weight (for some people I guess

)but having a fairly recent back injury from deadlifts...
I set up 3 plates and murder it. Breh then attempts to hit 275, and fails miserably. To top it off, his form was atrocious. No wonder he had a back injury, breh didn't use his legs for sh*t. Even stiff-legged, he was off-balance, should have taped it come to think of it

. After he failed to h*t 275, he dropped back down to 225. And gave some half assed excuse about being done, I could tell breh soul was hurt inside
Moral of the story, cats in the gym have fragile egos. If you're an alpha male, there's always a place in a crowded gym for you...
Honestly, if someone were to outlift me, with "prolific" form I'd take it encouragement. There's this cat at my game who double overhand deadlift 405x10, for 3 sets. Dude is a beast.