Reminds me of a time when I was in Australia. I'm a big guy right, 6ft 8in (201cm) and I weigh 20st which is 280lbs. I'm not a muscle head but I am in some kind of shape. Anyway, this bar in Aus is so busy it's not even real, and we're all having issues getting served. I've been waiting about 15 minutes when I see some older dude push through everyone and say to the barmaid "this 20 is for you if you serve me next." I'm like, no, that's not fucking happening and I let him know as much. I have a german mate on my left who's 6ft 5inches and plays rugby every week, and my best mate on my right whos' 6ft and boxes / plays rugby semi-pro. They're right behind me when I say this to the guy, but somethings not right, like he just smiles at us and shakes his head and shouts to his mates outside "Johnno! Get the fuck in here!". Now, fuck me, Johnno was something else. This guy must've been almost 7ft, if not that, and he was so fucking stacked, I just hear my best mate go "...Shit, where did he come from!?". I think he was outside feeding on some scrap cars, or some rebar... People have started moving away from us all and I don't blame them. This tall johnno bloke looked at me and smiled, grabbed both of my mates by their necks (they couldn't do shit) and said to me "Now, my mate was buying some drinks, so what the fuck are you going to do about it?". This guy had fucking glass scars on his face from where he'd clearly been glassed before, and a few scars and shit. He had fucking army tatoos and shit, just not going to risk it, especially when he's come face on to some fucking odds and he doesn't give a fuck....

I backed down so fast I almost reversed out of the bar. He clapped me on the back and almost broke it. My mates said they were worried i'd say something stupid, but they all agreed that guy was the most pant-shittingly terrifying they've ever seen. I have never been so physically intimidated in all my life, so it's stayed with me.