"Beat Up Martial Artist Discovers Wild Shortcut Training Secrets That Makes You Unstoppable in Any Fight
While Sitting In Your Most Comfortable Chair, Quickly Discover The Missing Links That Rapidly Catapults Your Ability to Devastate, Humiliate, and Crush Any Opponent Like a Fly.
Yes, These Are THE Methods NO Instructor Will Ever Tell You Even If By Some Freak Chance They Do Know Themselves
In the next 5 minutes you’re going to have one of three reactions to what I’m about to reveal to you.
Whichever it is, if you’ve got 5 minutes, you owe it to yourself to find out which group you’re in.
98% of all martial arts and self defence instructors show you no more than the nuts and bolts of techniques.
They can show you little of how to train them, "own" them, and how to use them effectively, to transform yourself into the almost unstoppable fighter you need to be in this day and age.
My wakeup call luckily came at an early age and at a time and place that didn’t put me in the morgue.
I’d been training half assed for a few years but I thought I was pretty hot anyway. Until I got the shit beat out of me in a big and embarrassing way.
Now I said luckily because it was 1978. If it had been 2007 then I probably wouldn’t be telling you now. In those 29 years the world has become a vastly more dangerous place
You need to know this stuff NOW and have the skills NOW! Not in a years time. Because if you did what I did in 1978, you’d be leaving that party in a body bag! Or worse still having your family have to decide when to turn off your life support.
A good friend had just moved into a real interesting share house. Two of the five bedrooms were unusable because the previous "tenants" had pulled up the floor for firewood. There had been some very "creative" erotic mural work with gloss house paint too.
Anyway this party was wild. Even the floorless rooms were packed! All but one bedroom that was locked up to store everyone’s stuff so it wouldn’t get trashed.
One of the girls needed something from her bag. She found it open and minus some major cash.
Of all the dumb ass things she had the months rent money in there! And you know she wasn’t even blonde!
The "hosts" decided to ask everyone to put in a few bucks to make it up.
As the party was really going off they figured no one would care too much about the "good time " levy.
Later in the night one of the girls rushed in and said that there was trouble outside.
So being the typically overconfident young martial artist with delusions of being Bruce Lee, I strode outside to see the host of the party and his gaping empty wallet on the porch.
Some rather ugly dude I had never seen before was walking away hunched over muttering "I’m not giving you any f’n money."
My intention was to "explain" the thing about the "levy" properly to him.
BAM! I couldn’t see properly anymore. It sounded like a dentist drill was in my ear and my shoulder hurt where I landed on the ground after I fell off the side of the porch. Someone hauled me by the arm, kicked me in the ribs and dragged me off into the darkness.
I was hauled up by the hair (it was the 70′s!) and held tight.
I was dragged to the ground and now kicks cranked up the fear. I curled into the foetal position. I think I heard of in the distance someone yell "leave him alone you ……"
when the kicks to the head no longer hurt, They just made funny crunching sounds as they landed.
None of the fancy martial arts shit I’d learned seemed to be there anymore.
I hit out in the general direction of the last blow with my left and sort of fell that way too.
Someone grabbed me. I lunged toward the pull and cracked heads with someone and the pulling stopped.
I caught a glimpse of light from the house and silhouetted was the outline of someone large. Very large!
It seems in the seconds or so since I got dragged off (seemed like 15 minutes) some of the other guys at the party came to my rescue and my five scumbag attackers simply ran away.
As I was helped back into the party I was "mobbed" by the concerned girls who cleaned the blood gently out of my eyes and stopped the rest of the dripping blood from my nose. I was fussed over like a king.
I was in no state to drive so the "rent girl" (bad name I know) drove me back home. I’m sure she would have stayed and "soothed" me, but I was in no state for anything.
I had three broken ribs. Next day I had slits for eyes and could hardly see. My face looked like a Halloween pumpkin (and was almost the same color too!)
It hurt to breathe in and it hurt even worse to breathe out. I spent two weeks in agony before I could even sleep properly.
The element of Surprise ….. Attack first….and the power of the mind.
That night clearly proved to me what I’d learnt and the way I’d been taught to fight wasn’t worth shit and in fact had created a very dangerous false sense of confidence.
One beautifully executed back roundhouse to the side of my head and the following 20 seconds or so, smacked me totally from BS land and into reality.
With little or no real fight skills and none of the tools to get what you need wired into you fast.
In fact I’m willing to bet that your brain and body are incapable of it even with the right fight…
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