Years ago I did security work, after working a 14 hour shift and driving 3 hours home I crashed hard. I was awaken by one of my friends pleading with me to help break up a fight in the house. Two of our friends were drinking and started fighting, it took 6 people to hold down Pito and the other guy was pinned behind the couch by two other friends. Well I told the guy behind the couch to get out of the house and he left without incident. Pito on the other hand was a different story, I went in the room and told everyone to get off him. They pleaded saying I was only 1 person and it took 6 of them to pin him down, I said get off him and leave the room. The all ran out and he jumped up and came at me. I picked him up by the throat and threw him back, he charged at me again and this time just picked him up by the back of his shirt. He yelled at me and said put me down you beast, I carried him to the front porch and threw him off and told him to go home. Later that day he came back and apologized to everyone and called me a freak of nature as he kept hitting me and it didn’t phase me, afterwards he started calling me Tank and so did everyone else. The name stuck after that.