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There are no weight classes and no one wears white pajamas.

No bowing either.

There certainly isn’t any rice being thrown and there never is a girl in a bikini holding up a sign with a number on it.

No refs, no whistles and no rule book.

No senseis, no fans and no promoters.

There are no floor mats and there is no ring.

There is a garage.

There is a cement floor.

And there is a clock.

Try not to get hurt…






Written by ZC

February 21st, 2011 at 8:56 am

Posted in Uppercut