- Joined
- Feb 3, 2013
fighting
Born into a family that taught Kyokushin kaikan - an offshoot of Ōyama Masutatsu's full contact Karate - in a Japanese town in South America. My shit stain dad wanted another boy, so I got his pussbag karate pounded into me since before I can remember. Not a good time. Around 11, I started learning Brazilian jiu-jitsu and a hybrid Brazilain/Dutch kickboxing just by watching the older kids training at the park. I was probably the equivalent of a white belt on the verge of earning a blue belt, when I beat the shit out of my limpdick old man. It wasn't even a contest, I destroyed his bitch ass, and his bitch karate with him barely landing anything. The fucker cried like the little Japanese coward he is, and I loved it. When I could afford it, I'd enroll in some BJJ classes at American McDojos cashing in on the early UFC wins of Royce Gracie. Once I had secured better finances, I studied MMA at a school taught by a Rickson Gracie brown belt that trained a well-known former UFC heavyweight champ, a former XFO & TFC welterweight champ, a Pan Am Judoka medalist, and two actors who were in the first Mortal Kombat games. I was also instructed in US Army hand-to-hand combatives, through my work. I thought I was hot shit, but got humiliated by an Andre Terencio black belt, who I've since trained with on-again-off-again since then. I think I learn more with her, since most of the class members are women, and the moves are tailored as such. On the side, I've had opportunities to attend clinics with the likes of Josh Barnett, Shone Carter, Duke Roufus, Pat Barry, Andrei Arlovski, Anthony Pettis, Hannette Staack, Randy Couture, Mike van Aarsdale, Dan Henderson, Michelle Waterson, Keith Hackney, Nick Serra, Rich Franklin, and Jorge Gurgel among others. Truthfully, I go to rub elbows with 'em, more than to train. I've studied enough to know I don't know enough to be great, if that makes any sense. I just don't commit, I have a terrible work ethic, and I abso-fucking-lutely don't buy into the whole zen bushido bullshit of martial arts (which is why I love Shonie Carter so much - he doesn't judge you, he just shows you how to mess someone up without getting messed up yourself). I just enjoy playing rough, staying in decent shape, and I want to remain competent enough that I can bully around the average slob regardless of weight (or destroy the old man again if given the opportunity). If that clashes with your "way of the warrior" comic book code of ethics, I'll be happy to tell you where you can shove your bushido honor bullshit.
tl;dr I can fuck most people up pretty good, weight classes be damned. If I'm outclassed, in skill, I can at least tell right away when I need to cheat.
Born into a family that taught Kyokushin kaikan - an offshoot of Ōyama Masutatsu's full contact Karate - in a Japanese town in South America. My shit stain dad wanted another boy, so I got his pussbag karate pounded into me since before I can remember. Not a good time. Around 11, I started learning Brazilian jiu-jitsu and a hybrid Brazilain/Dutch kickboxing just by watching the older kids training at the park. I was probably the equivalent of a white belt on the verge of earning a blue belt, when I beat the shit out of my limpdick old man. It wasn't even a contest, I destroyed his bitch ass, and his bitch karate with him barely landing anything. The fucker cried like the little Japanese coward he is, and I loved it. When I could afford it, I'd enroll in some BJJ classes at American McDojos cashing in on the early UFC wins of Royce Gracie. Once I had secured better finances, I studied MMA at a school taught by a Rickson Gracie brown belt that trained a well-known former UFC heavyweight champ, a former XFO & TFC welterweight champ, a Pan Am Judoka medalist, and two actors who were in the first Mortal Kombat games. I was also instructed in US Army hand-to-hand combatives, through my work. I thought I was hot shit, but got humiliated by an Andre Terencio black belt, who I've since trained with on-again-off-again since then. I think I learn more with her, since most of the class members are women, and the moves are tailored as such. On the side, I've had opportunities to attend clinics with the likes of Josh Barnett, Shone Carter, Duke Roufus, Pat Barry, Andrei Arlovski, Anthony Pettis, Hannette Staack, Randy Couture, Mike van Aarsdale, Dan Henderson, Michelle Waterson, Keith Hackney, Nick Serra, Rich Franklin, and Jorge Gurgel among others. Truthfully, I go to rub elbows with 'em, more than to train. I've studied enough to know I don't know enough to be great, if that makes any sense. I just don't commit, I have a terrible work ethic, and I abso-fucking-lutely don't buy into the whole zen bushido bullshit of martial arts (which is why I love Shonie Carter so much - he doesn't judge you, he just shows you how to mess someone up without getting messed up yourself). I just enjoy playing rough, staying in decent shape, and I want to remain competent enough that I can bully around the average slob regardless of weight (or destroy the old man again if given the opportunity). If that clashes with your "way of the warrior" comic book code of ethics, I'll be happy to tell you where you can shove your bushido honor bullshit.
tl;dr I can fuck most people up pretty good, weight classes be damned. If I'm outclassed, in skill, I can at least tell right away when I need to cheat.