I took lots of training over the years. Overall they helped me to punch better, a few moves are now natural, and i was never lacking confidence, it helped me with that.
Prior to any training I've been a bit of a whackjob when agitated. I use some of the skills i learned, i use my strength and speed when required, i also have zero, and i mean zero boundaries if i am being attacked. I wont go into details as statute of limitations has not worn off on everything yet.
A strong guy, with some training and absolutely controlled emotions, but zero issue using a rock, a table, a fridge, or another person if required, anything at hand is a weapon and creates distance. I have destroyed many many a boxer with his fancy footwork and decent punching abilities. I step in, start moving when i am provoked, and anything in my way is now a weapon and i have zero conscience and no empathy when i am on that mode.
A apparently golden gloves boxer, who knows, who cares.... stole a case of my beer and 30 bucks off my table when i was in the bathroom just a few years ago, i don't drink, but i don't go to parties empty handed.
So i get back to the table and money and beer is gone. Buddy said Morris took it. I said who the fuck is Morris?
I was in a new town for work project out for some fun. They pointed to him and gave the ol town tuff guy warning about his legacy.
I shrugged and got in the zone within 2.5 seconds and he was locked in.
He was in parking lot outside of window now.
I walked outside and over, grabbed my beer slowly from his hands, reached to his back pocket and attempted to grab his wallet.
He laughed and said who the fuck are you.? Stepping back.
I said the guy whose beer and 30 bucks you swiped. He started showboating.
I wear loose clothing, and rarely anyone sees i am a muscle bound freak, very rarely.
But they see size, but who knows what's underneath.,
Anyway i said thanks for bringing that to my truck for me. He started yelling and jumping around and the ol do you know who i am bs?
I turned around and said is it happening?
He said ye...didn't finish yes.
A swift Punch in the side of the neck, he dropped, most do, then a kick to the face, and fucken hard, now bleeding and mumbling flowing out nose and mouth.
, i dragged him across the street and back into the bar, smashed his face off the bottom of 2-3 tables as i dragged that prick and yelled here's your fucken hero, he stole from me and several of you witnessed it.
Any more problems for me before i leave?
Crickets.
I left and went to party, him and 2 of his buds walked in, turned around, walked out. Not one ounce of exaggeration, i probably missed some hits he recvd.
I always remain disturbingly calm, and have a look in y eye that has been told to me by many folks that makes one know you are not in it to lose. I see everything, all slows down and becomes extremely clear. I do not lose my temper i see 5 moves ahead.
Not trying to sound like a tuff guy, i get pumped right up reading these and arm wrestling or lifting stories, it gets me jazzed.
I WILL NEVER not once ever provoke something, i may ensure i am in line of a bully and ensure he sees me smiling, but i will never start something. I've been half scalped, busted up, and fucked right up on many, many occasions, BUT never layed down for anyone, and rarely if ever lost one on one. I've lost and have no fear at all of losing, and ill always be back, alone...
All y training helped, but my mind and body and sheer will and control do more than training ever did in a street scenaripo, or defense scenario.
I used to live for it, my buddies loved watching me in action, ive done a fair share of bare knuckle stuff with my buds on bikes over the years, but im getting older now and will not work around an asshole bully prick, but i may make fun of him a bit longer than i used to, and i still will stick up for the weak any time, any day.
Im done now, im pumped and time to workout ...lol...these damn threads get me going..
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