Bootleg Gets Bench Pressed Hot

In the dimly lit basement of “The Iron Vault,” a gym that smelled exclusively of rust and old leather, sat a man known only as Bootleg. He wasn’t a pro, but he was a legend of the underground circuit—the kind of guy who’d lift anything for a bet.

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