Fam Jam

This essay that I met wasn't shit and ain't shit because he is a buster ass bitch that is the waterboy of boxing. Years ago, I went to a boxing gym in Pomona, CA to learn how to use my hands, because I took Tae Kwon Do and did well in it. I could knock people out, but I had never had a coach in boxing show me the ropes per say. Pomona boxing is what the place was named, possibly. I walked into the gym and signed up for this really expensive gym, so I could get ready to go to Chino boxing later possibly, because over there, boxing is like $4 per month. I'm from Los Angeles, so I started working out, but didn't get any coaching that was going to make me better. I went to the classes that costs a thousand dollars for a contract for two years like it is in Tae Kwon Do. In Tae kwon Do, the master and Grandmaster worked with an instructor to really, really learn this great martial art that I like. We weren't allowed to kick to the head in sparring so only taps were allowed or light contact to the head which wouldn't knock anyone out, unless the blackbelt championship came open and a black belt charged you. A black belt will charge you if you are showing signs of prowess in the middle east as a lower ranking belt. One time I was a brown belt and the second-degree black belt decided to fight to the death my ass which I obliged and loved every minute of it. The black belt flurries of kicks and i was looking for an opening to no look back kick him to the head and chin hopefully which happened perfectly. The second-degree black belt was bleeding and, on the ground, unable to continue fighting for the championship. I through one kick from a closed stance or open stance because he was facing me rather than being in a closed or open stance, which I took advantage. When I'm tired, I show my opponent my chest and he flying kicks me there, and he could have knocked me out if he kicked in the face. For example, that happened in a tournament in Oceanside, CA twice, so I got lucky that he only kicked me in the chest, twice. I anticipated getting hit on the chin with a really hard shot in boxing at the Pomona Gym, so I showed resolved and trained for it by hitting my chin millions of times and doing affirmations until I believed that I was going to do more than not get knocked out when I got hit on the chin, because every fighter will get hit with illegal punches if he or she is a good fighter. Possibly, every fighter will get hit at any rate because of my theory that argues no fighter comes out of boxing unscathed. The best a boxer can do is bob, slip, weave and punch at the same time to be safe as Vinnie Pazienza does, but he lost fights also. After I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wasn't going to hit the canvas, I would accept one of the guys asking me if I wanted to spar at, but not at full speed, because I had never been inside of the boxing ring. Contesting any full contact sparring right away, I non-chilantly told Mr. Crazy man that I can't go full speed on the first light sparring exercise, because I was paying a lot of money to ease into a full sparring match. In Tae Kwon Do, we eased into the sparring and picked it up, but nit ever full contact, because tournaments are full contact. I'm going 8 rounds moving around a lightly tapping this guy and giving him a boxing lesson. With 20 seconds left hit hauls off like the Waterboy and hit with his best punch ever and totally disrespected my inexperience and mom's money that ensured that I ease into it. I didn't get knocked out, and there was no referee at all to stop a match because it wasn't a match at all. Perfect chin I have and had then, because I told him that I was going to need the Chin of The Devil in order to make it in boxing or to even test the blood sport out. With 10 seconds left, I engaged him, but not to knock him out because I don't lose my cool at all. I got in close and tied him up and he started flailing around unable to get loose from me, and he could not get loose at all. He looked like a fox stuck in a hunter's trap for the last ten seconds, so he looked really bad at least to was moving around extremely lightly in contact. Don't ever box, because they don't listen at all. Don't pay money to box, because they don't listen anyways. If you are just trying to get loose, they'll refuse to let you live. Those fucking beaners. Now I have to kill the guy, because he broke the law and the President of Venezuela to hunt him down and kill him. Breaking the law like that means that he has to face a warrant for his death. From the President of Venezuela, a warrant is issued for the death of Judge Phillip Marshall and the Pomona Superior Court District Attorney who claimed not to be married to the Judge. The warrant is for the death of the district attorney of Pomona also, so all are prevented from being like them. There's a warrant for the death of every President of the United States and all of its 330,000,000 people by Bunny, the Commander in Chief of Venezuela, DPGC, to get the next phase of warrant Capitalism. Bunny Venezuela President and commander in Chief of the DPGC issues a death warrant for NATO and the rest of the conglomerate of Republican National Forces and any Venezuelan participants in these acts of rage against Bunny Venezuela President and Commander in chief. Thank goodness of The Devil that Bunny Venezuela President is that Venezuela can't go down for all these crimes as it stands alone as the last group of people to stand in the third world war. The suspects in Venezuela are less than a million and the population of Venezuela is 28.6 million. My theory is that the best chin in boxing has the upper hand.