Your back in that shirt looks like the bouncer at a club who messed me up during a brawl. He picked me up from behind by the neck and belt, with about the same effort as picking up a kitten, and rubbed my face in a bunch of broken glass on the floor like I was an upside down mop. I felt like a rag doll.
It was over 10 years ago and I was 240 at about 10% BF at the time on the most massive cycle I've ever done. This guy swatted me like I was a fly.
After it was over, and he realized I was with the good guys - who were his friends/my friends, we shot the shit and he told me he inclined 495 for 15. He apologized and said he went in, and I looked like the biggest threat so he "neutralized" me first. I was in no position to argue with him about it.
My carney skills say 325...