In Australia the term "gronk" was originally used to describe prison innmates.
Now the term is used to describe wannabe mamas boy thugs, derrelicts and general idiocy in people. Anyway I was at the gym which I have been a member of since it opened, where I know almost every hardcore trainer including the manager and staff when this gronk tried to "own" me.
The situation was I had just finished doing a set of dumbell shoulder presses and was racking the heavier ones to get some smaller DBs when a guy came up and prematurely sat on my seat before I had moved my towel. Anyway, the guy was apologetic and said "oh sorry man are u done?"
I just said "Well, actually yeah I may as well do something else" In all honesty I was going to do another set but it didn't bother me either way. Anyway the guys friend came up to me, allow me to offer a description: 6"1, about 21-22, olive skin, designer singlet, designer jeans, tattoos all over his upper body and with an intense attitude 145lbs soaking wet. WANNABE THUG. So he comes up puffs his puny chest out and beats his fist at me and says "What's the problem pretty boy!" very aggressively as though I was picking his friend to a fight. I just looked at him and didn't say anything which is what I do if someone looks like they want to fight me. Anyway his friend calmed him down and then I went over to a flat bench to do some DB presses. As I sat there MR THUG, comes up and takes the bench next to me and proceeds to rep out 40s aggressively to the tune of about 12 reps. Then BANG drops them dramatically on the floor right next to my foot and looks straight at me with a death like stare.
I couldn't help it, I normally do my weights as quietly as possible and without drama but this guy got my adrenaline going. I picked up a set of 100s and ripped out 12 of the loudest most powerful reps Ive ever done, grunting and clanging the weight together at the top of each rep and at the end I dropped those suckers to the floor with an almighty boom.
The Wannabe-Thugmeister, did not expect that and he was looking at me again, this time I gave him a look straight into his eyes and a brief fake smile to which he looked away.
After that incidentally, 3 people came and asked me for training tips.
All I can say to wannabe thugs is if u come to my gym u better bring some respect and some common courtesy. I train with guys 50 times as strong as me and theres always mutual respect between hardcore trainers. The moral is don't think you are the strongest or toughest person out there because you might get owned by a 165lbs "pretty boy".