I did a little MMA training w/ my cousin, bro. Went to this gym called PKG out here in L.A. They had beginners (no fighting experience), intermediate (fighting experience, but needs refinement), expert (amateur mma experience), and pro (MMA fighters w/ at least 2 pro fights). Aight, cool.
I know I got hands, so I check myself into the intermediate section. Lol. Let’s just say I held my own, but b/c these cats had already had a taste of MMA training, the struggle was real. Lol. I’ve boxed, kick boxed, and I have thee absolute utmost respect for boxers....but these MMA cats Cribby....first hand saw they real different. And now, I scan everybody’s ear.
One last true story; not sure if ya’ll have this joint in Fl, but it’s this little dinner called Nations in The Bay. Mostly older ppl go there. So there’s this tall, lanky kid taking my order. I mean fresh pimples on his face. Ppl come through like “Hey Champ; how’s it going?” I’m thinking they r using it as a te of endearment. Then as he’s grabbing my pie, I see the cauliflower ear. So I ask was he into fighting? Dude was like yeah, I just completed the amateur circuit, and today’s my last day here; I’m going up to UFC. Lol
Bro, pimples, skinny....u would think Fa sho I’ll beat the brakes off this ninja. Lol