charles bronson
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Bronson Rises
versus
The Brother Darkness
feeling in this kids gym was a little different, just felt a little off.
both him and his trainers knowing this would be the last time they would ever see me in there
we had a minute or two of the usual banter..
'' so grandpa, what will you do for fun once you're all done here? ''
- ill spend more quality time with your wives and girlfriends when they get lonely because you assholes are in here every night pretending to be men
'' you wearing your 'depends' , we told Darkness to work your body til you take a seat tonight"
- that kid committing to working the body seems about as likely as you brushing those fucking jacked up teeth of yours, I'm not a dentist but I'm pretty sure those brown stubs of chalk you use for chewing applesauce and pudding aren't supposed to constantly " fizz" like that.
''So you're really done here after tonight then?"
yep..
-----
learned a few important things last time out with this kid.
- my stamina matches up well with his, my endurance was much better than i thought it would be after such a long layoff due to an injury. meaning i can match his punch output and activity levels without too much concern about being gassed and fatigued in front of a still fresh and game fighter
- he is well conditioned, but can wear him down and gut him within ten rounds if i bang away early and keep chopping. the one knockdown i have on this kid was from a body shot, our last encounter showed me that was no fluke. he's got a head like a fucking billy goat, some guys you just can't knock out, but put a dent in their liver and those guys with granite jaws will drop like anyone else
- his physical advantages are hand speed and ridiculously twitchy footwork / movement. i can nullify this shit, i have to stop making this a contest over who can slip and roll into superior position before launching attacks/ counter fighting.. just press the fight and keep punching. think of some of the great mexican style fighters - standing nearly straight up, always coming forward : chavez, barrera, morales
i am going to turn this into a god damn head butting contest, see how it flies..
rounds 1-3
we picked up like it as round 11 off of our last 10.. no tentative feeling out period, no building up tempo - he comes out hard trying to go back to controlling things with snapping a jab/ hard straight lefts. this time instead of head movement , i gloved up and put my head down into his shots.. stepping inside his range, feeling him popping leather on my gloves and the top of my head gear, i rip a hard right to his chest, then snake a left hook to the body around and behind his elbow .
oh yea!!! i just smoked some ribs
the right hand glanced off his forearm, but that left landed clean. very satisfying thump to that shot..
he dances away with two stutter steps, then wheels to his right .. instead of a measured stalking with trying to draw him into throwing leads i can counter, this time i press hard after him right away, closing the distance and cutting off the ring. this is a very dramatic departure from trying to outslick him and counter his youth and speed with experience - I'm showing a lot of aggression with this approach, letting everyone know - this isn't going to be a chess match - I'm gonna make you brawl, I'm gonna try to cave in that big black sandbag looking head of yours
his corner starts yammering instructions at 100 mph, advising and cautioning at the same fucking time..
there is no way that kid is picking up much from that barrage of horseshit ( god i hate corners that bark like auctioneers; talk faster than a puerto rican woman working up to an orgasm ) what has me really encouraged isn't just the sheer volume of " wisdom" coming out of that guys yapper, it is the departure from the usual monotone in speech patterns, the rise and dipped in pitch - his handler is excited/ worried about what he is seeing.. and we are only getting started
he is landing his jab and straight lefts at around the same rate/ percentage as he did last week - which i knew he would.. I'm actually impressed with myself that he isn't landing MORE , with me being constantly available as a target always barreling in after him.
in the second and third rounds he starts really "reaching" with his shots, trying to pick me off from way outside, to dance away before i can dig in and counter. it only works sporadically, but when i do catch him - he is on his toes and bouncing, those shots do a lot of damage when you don't have your feet under you to use leverage and weight to help absorb impacts. he abandons trying to snipe me from outside pretty quickly. wise decision.
rounds 4-7
things have changed.. to start round 4 he has begun to set down sporadically and break off flurries.. he is trying to put some serious leather on me to slow my advance and keep me from pressing him so hotly. he's landed a couple hard rights, shown that wicked left hook over and over. yeah he's trying to get a knock down, which is a real possibility with the way I'm charging in after him. couple of those rights make my teeth shake, but I'm well guarded.. you can bounce shots off my head, if you don't hit me on the button on the chin/jaw - i don't go away.
him sitting down and exchanging gives me the opportunities I've looked for and wanted, i still hit hard, power is the last thing to go on any fighter.. and I'm durable. so yay! by all means - lets trade headbutts in the middle of the ring darkness. i start chopping right hands over the top and doubling up ripping uppercuts off the left hook to the body. his hand speed takes over in a couple exchanges, edging me in output - but I've been accurate and consistent in what I've thrown, an overhand right makes his knees buckle. he pushes me back, i feel my back touching the ropes.. he digs hard with a right left to the body, that hurt. ouch. i chop a hard right uppercut fueled by adrenaline with a dash of desperation - that lands flush and stands him up, he slips the left hook i put behind it, but i grab his neck his my forearm and swing his big hershey bar looking ass into the ropes, i start pounding on his body, he slides along the ropes with his head down.. i can sense one good shot will drop this kid, and I'm looking for it.. over th bells and the whistling in my ears, i can hear his corner urging him.. " moooOOOOoove!"
he steps out behind my lead foot, dances out and is back on his bicycle, his speed and footwork have saved him from getting butchered. i feel i missed an opportunity to get a knock down or even end the night early, but i made my point. I've shut him down from testing my courage and resolve (mean old man +1)
we are both pretty punched out, intense rounds.. we settle in to some exchanges int he middle of the ring, both recuperating and coasting through the next couple rounds.. we hurt each other, this lull should mean the last couple rounds will pick back up. if one of use doesn't come back to 100% after this little respite.. the other man will step on him. its in the mail.. i know whats coming. funsies
rounds 8-10
were both tired. he's not moving as well, I'm not as busy when i get opportunities . ive started going over the top and head hunting with wide shots, partly because I've set up these shots all night going to the body so much, partly because I'm fucking tired and need to keep him intimidated and moving back. he's settle for snapping those long leads. two guys who have tested each other and found no soft spots. the last round will be fireworks.
tenth starts with his handlers slapping him and pouring water on his face before th round starts. here we go. he sits down in the middle of the ring and flurries for the opening exchange, i expected something like that. digging in and taking leather on my gloves, i abandon the body attack and go for short uppercuts and hooks. we bounce hard shots off of each others heads, its ugly. he's anxious /i don't give a fuck - repeat of the middle rounds and he elects to get back on his bicycle with his corner urging him to "moooOOOve!"
his jab and straight lefts are still sharp, testimony to how hard he works int he gym.. he's out pointing me with a jab, I'm back to putting my head down and trying to beat his guts in. he's softer now, those shots are hurting him. he's grunting and making faces. I've already got a headache form all the fucking jabs he's thrown.
bell rings, two years of helping this kid progress and grow as a fighter comes to an end with the sound of a buzzer.
"you're a tough old man"
"you're a talented kid.. stay dedicated and you'll go a long way"
can't help but think, id have put that kid away five years ago.. or in 5 more weeks when my gear is fully kicked in. he's a good boy, no need to wreck a good kid, put down young guy like that in training.. I'm saving my juice for the assholes i can't stand. this log will get more intense, more interesting here very shortly.. pussy and revenge, nothing better..
speaking of... my gear is just now kicking in, waking up with achey purple boners every morning. couple more weeks the deca will be online, and ill jump in with the halo and go to my happy place one more time before hanging up my gloves.
time for breakfast, knocking off some pussy before the kids wake up, and I'm ready to start my day
morning run was out fucking standing..
versus
The Brother Darkness
feeling in this kids gym was a little different, just felt a little off.
both him and his trainers knowing this would be the last time they would ever see me in there
we had a minute or two of the usual banter..
'' so grandpa, what will you do for fun once you're all done here? ''
- ill spend more quality time with your wives and girlfriends when they get lonely because you assholes are in here every night pretending to be men
'' you wearing your 'depends' , we told Darkness to work your body til you take a seat tonight"
- that kid committing to working the body seems about as likely as you brushing those fucking jacked up teeth of yours, I'm not a dentist but I'm pretty sure those brown stubs of chalk you use for chewing applesauce and pudding aren't supposed to constantly " fizz" like that.
''So you're really done here after tonight then?"
yep..
-----
learned a few important things last time out with this kid.
- my stamina matches up well with his, my endurance was much better than i thought it would be after such a long layoff due to an injury. meaning i can match his punch output and activity levels without too much concern about being gassed and fatigued in front of a still fresh and game fighter
- he is well conditioned, but can wear him down and gut him within ten rounds if i bang away early and keep chopping. the one knockdown i have on this kid was from a body shot, our last encounter showed me that was no fluke. he's got a head like a fucking billy goat, some guys you just can't knock out, but put a dent in their liver and those guys with granite jaws will drop like anyone else
- his physical advantages are hand speed and ridiculously twitchy footwork / movement. i can nullify this shit, i have to stop making this a contest over who can slip and roll into superior position before launching attacks/ counter fighting.. just press the fight and keep punching. think of some of the great mexican style fighters - standing nearly straight up, always coming forward : chavez, barrera, morales
i am going to turn this into a god damn head butting contest, see how it flies..
rounds 1-3
we picked up like it as round 11 off of our last 10.. no tentative feeling out period, no building up tempo - he comes out hard trying to go back to controlling things with snapping a jab/ hard straight lefts. this time instead of head movement , i gloved up and put my head down into his shots.. stepping inside his range, feeling him popping leather on my gloves and the top of my head gear, i rip a hard right to his chest, then snake a left hook to the body around and behind his elbow .
oh yea!!! i just smoked some ribs
the right hand glanced off his forearm, but that left landed clean. very satisfying thump to that shot..
he dances away with two stutter steps, then wheels to his right .. instead of a measured stalking with trying to draw him into throwing leads i can counter, this time i press hard after him right away, closing the distance and cutting off the ring. this is a very dramatic departure from trying to outslick him and counter his youth and speed with experience - I'm showing a lot of aggression with this approach, letting everyone know - this isn't going to be a chess match - I'm gonna make you brawl, I'm gonna try to cave in that big black sandbag looking head of yours
his corner starts yammering instructions at 100 mph, advising and cautioning at the same fucking time..
there is no way that kid is picking up much from that barrage of horseshit ( god i hate corners that bark like auctioneers; talk faster than a puerto rican woman working up to an orgasm ) what has me really encouraged isn't just the sheer volume of " wisdom" coming out of that guys yapper, it is the departure from the usual monotone in speech patterns, the rise and dipped in pitch - his handler is excited/ worried about what he is seeing.. and we are only getting started
he is landing his jab and straight lefts at around the same rate/ percentage as he did last week - which i knew he would.. I'm actually impressed with myself that he isn't landing MORE , with me being constantly available as a target always barreling in after him.
in the second and third rounds he starts really "reaching" with his shots, trying to pick me off from way outside, to dance away before i can dig in and counter. it only works sporadically, but when i do catch him - he is on his toes and bouncing, those shots do a lot of damage when you don't have your feet under you to use leverage and weight to help absorb impacts. he abandons trying to snipe me from outside pretty quickly. wise decision.
rounds 4-7
things have changed.. to start round 4 he has begun to set down sporadically and break off flurries.. he is trying to put some serious leather on me to slow my advance and keep me from pressing him so hotly. he's landed a couple hard rights, shown that wicked left hook over and over. yeah he's trying to get a knock down, which is a real possibility with the way I'm charging in after him. couple of those rights make my teeth shake, but I'm well guarded.. you can bounce shots off my head, if you don't hit me on the button on the chin/jaw - i don't go away.
him sitting down and exchanging gives me the opportunities I've looked for and wanted, i still hit hard, power is the last thing to go on any fighter.. and I'm durable. so yay! by all means - lets trade headbutts in the middle of the ring darkness. i start chopping right hands over the top and doubling up ripping uppercuts off the left hook to the body. his hand speed takes over in a couple exchanges, edging me in output - but I've been accurate and consistent in what I've thrown, an overhand right makes his knees buckle. he pushes me back, i feel my back touching the ropes.. he digs hard with a right left to the body, that hurt. ouch. i chop a hard right uppercut fueled by adrenaline with a dash of desperation - that lands flush and stands him up, he slips the left hook i put behind it, but i grab his neck his my forearm and swing his big hershey bar looking ass into the ropes, i start pounding on his body, he slides along the ropes with his head down.. i can sense one good shot will drop this kid, and I'm looking for it.. over th bells and the whistling in my ears, i can hear his corner urging him.. " moooOOOOoove!"
he steps out behind my lead foot, dances out and is back on his bicycle, his speed and footwork have saved him from getting butchered. i feel i missed an opportunity to get a knock down or even end the night early, but i made my point. I've shut him down from testing my courage and resolve (mean old man +1)
we are both pretty punched out, intense rounds.. we settle in to some exchanges int he middle of the ring, both recuperating and coasting through the next couple rounds.. we hurt each other, this lull should mean the last couple rounds will pick back up. if one of use doesn't come back to 100% after this little respite.. the other man will step on him. its in the mail.. i know whats coming. funsies
rounds 8-10
were both tired. he's not moving as well, I'm not as busy when i get opportunities . ive started going over the top and head hunting with wide shots, partly because I've set up these shots all night going to the body so much, partly because I'm fucking tired and need to keep him intimidated and moving back. he's settle for snapping those long leads. two guys who have tested each other and found no soft spots. the last round will be fireworks.
tenth starts with his handlers slapping him and pouring water on his face before th round starts. here we go. he sits down in the middle of the ring and flurries for the opening exchange, i expected something like that. digging in and taking leather on my gloves, i abandon the body attack and go for short uppercuts and hooks. we bounce hard shots off of each others heads, its ugly. he's anxious /i don't give a fuck - repeat of the middle rounds and he elects to get back on his bicycle with his corner urging him to "moooOOOve!"
his jab and straight lefts are still sharp, testimony to how hard he works int he gym.. he's out pointing me with a jab, I'm back to putting my head down and trying to beat his guts in. he's softer now, those shots are hurting him. he's grunting and making faces. I've already got a headache form all the fucking jabs he's thrown.
bell rings, two years of helping this kid progress and grow as a fighter comes to an end with the sound of a buzzer.
"you're a tough old man"
"you're a talented kid.. stay dedicated and you'll go a long way"
can't help but think, id have put that kid away five years ago.. or in 5 more weeks when my gear is fully kicked in. he's a good boy, no need to wreck a good kid, put down young guy like that in training.. I'm saving my juice for the assholes i can't stand. this log will get more intense, more interesting here very shortly.. pussy and revenge, nothing better..
speaking of... my gear is just now kicking in, waking up with achey purple boners every morning. couple more weeks the deca will be online, and ill jump in with the halo and go to my happy place one more time before hanging up my gloves.
time for breakfast, knocking off some pussy before the kids wake up, and I'm ready to start my day
morning run was out fucking standing..
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