Crazy Monkey
Black Fist Past
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The information is very comprehensive, and there is even a positive black and white photo of the man. The beard is unshaven, the eye socket is a little deep, the feeling is quite decadent, a bit like playing rock and roll. He is 1.85 meters tall and weighs 78 kilograms. He is a boxer from Jiamusi, Northeast China. It seems that he is a little Russian.
Sixteen battles, all wins. To tell the truth, this record is very general, many people here are several times his record, such as the murder weapon, Aqiang. But for me, this opponent is tough enough. If I count the two half-assed fights I fought at the beginning, I barely won two, not counting the one I lost to Naikun.
“There was another time when he killed his opponent, which is not mentioned in the information.” Naikun poked his head out and said something to me. My heart missed a beat, and I felt a little fear, like a greasy, cold snake crawling slowly through my heart.
Die? I have never associated this word with myself. This is the first time.
On the day of the game, the sky was overcast and the air pressure was a little low. The murder weapon said that there might be snow in the forecast. I smelled the wind blowing, with a hint of uncertainty. The venue of the
competition is Shahai Bar, a famous place for murder weapons, but I have never heard of it. Time, seven o’clock in the evening. It’s just the time of the news broadcast.
Because it was the first time to go out to compete, besides the kidnapper accompanied me, Naikun also went with me. The coach’s joining made me feel at ease. Maybe I joined the base in the first place because I was not willing to be so vulnerable in front of Naikun, but after such a long time, this idea has become my motivation, not my goal.
The sun shrank its brilliance and became more and more lonely in this winter. While driving, Naikun kept tuning the radio station, selling advertisements and calling hotlines flashed by. “What on earth do you want to hear?” I asked.
“Jay Chou.” Naikun answered me calmly. Half an hour
earlier, we arrived at the Sand Sea Bar. A sign on the bar’s postmodernist black lacquered wooden door reads “Members Only.” When
we went in, there was an unknown foreign music playing inside, and the rhythm was very slow, which was not like a place for boxing at all. Seeing us come in, a waiter immediately greeted us and said politely, “Please wait in the lounge first.”
It seems that the waiter is an old deep-fried dough sticks and knows everything well. The three of us went into the lounge and changed our clothes. I warmed up a little, and Naikun took out a bottle of boxing oil to help me wipe my whole body.
This kind of boxing oil is not sold much in China. Domestic boxers generally do not have the habit of using it. The boxing oil in Naikun’s hands was brought back by Li Ge when he was playing in Hong Kong. We don’t use it in training at ordinary times, only in competitions.
While Naikun helped me wipe the fist oil, I relaxed my muscles and felt the heat coming up gradually. Then there was a noise outside the lounge. I was stunned. Had it already started? That’s not enough.
The kidnapper went out to have a look, then came in and said, “It’s already started, but it’s not your turn yet.”
“Ah, there are other people competing?” I’m a little surprised.
“Of course, you think this bar serves you alone.” “There are five fights scheduled for tonight, and you’re the third,” Naikun said as he rubbed oil on my fist. After
rubbing the fist oil, I exhaled gently. Naikun patted me on the back, pinched my shoulder and said, “Don’t be nervous. Believe in your own exercise.”
I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. Months of continuous exercise have made my face, which is not full, thinner and my pointed chin stand out. The pectoral muscles are not very developed, but the outline of the deltoid and abdominal muscles is very obvious. The shoulders are much thicker than before, and the lines around the waist are clear and vigorous. Looking at this body with more tension than before, a little confidence slowly came out of my heart. Let’s
fight. Let’s fight. As Muhammad Ali once said, let the short and wonderful life be covered with trembling dust!
When we walked out of the lounge, all the people in the bar were circling around the dance floor, making loud noises and cheering one after another. In the middle of the dance floor, two men in mittens are killing each other. Shorts, bare upper body, bare feet on the ground, I remember there was a guy wearing a red ankle guard, very conspicuous. The lighting in the bar was good and close enough that I could clearly see the sweat from the two men as they pounded.
Seeing such a scene, I felt that my adrenal hormones were being secreted rapidly, and a sense of excitement with fear was like an electric current crawling all over my body. Just like facing the young lady wearing only underwear in Hongchuan Entertainment City, I was both excited and afraid.
I looked around. The people in the bar were already high, and they were shaking their fists and shouting excitedly around the dance floor, and the veins in their necks were jumping violently, which was much more exciting than watching striptease. There are also a few girls with big breasts in their underwear, who have a good figure, but I haven’t seen what their faces look like, because they have been shaking their long hair and shaking their heads back and forth. Now that I think about it, these people must have been on drugs.
I saw several people placing bets at the bar, and it seemed that the fight was also a feature of the bar to attract business. I asked Naikun, “Coach, what are my odds?”
“What, you want to bet on yourself?”
Why not. If you think you can’t beat your opponent, you can bet your money on him. We have to take one. I pretended to be relaxed and said.
Don’t try to lose unless you think your life is worthless. Fighters who bet and fight at the same time don’t come to a good end. Don’t think about it. No matter where you fight, the soul of a fighter is always pure. Don’t forget that. An impure soul will have nothing to cling to after death. Naikun said to me with a solemn face. He himself is a Thai who believes in Buddhism, and there are many such concepts of the cycle of life and death in his words. In addition, he used to be the champion of boxing and had a short period of glory, so he regarded the belief of a boxer as particularly sacred.
Now that I think about it, not only in my fighting career, but also in my whole growing career, Naikun is a person who has a great influence on me. Because of him, I stepped into the world of black boxing, because of him, I realized my own shortcomings, and had a qualitative leap. I don’t know whether this change is fortunate or unfortunate, but on this road, Naikun is an important journey in my life.
“Bang!” A thud from the dance floor caught my eye. I turned my head and saw that the two fighters were already fighting on the ground. The two of them were wrapped around each other like two twisted snakes, trying to control each other under their own strangulation.
Is it really a rare scene in the black boxing match, even to the situation of ground strangulation to separate the winner from the loser? The
two opponents rolled back and forth on the ground, each performing a strangulation technique. In the eyes of ordinary people, this “gentle” way of fighting is actually extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you may be locked in the joint or suffocated by the opponent’s neck. The atmosphere at the scene was not affected by the change of the way the two boxers fought, and it was still very lively and noisy. I don’t think the mood of the audience will change even if the two fighters take off their pants and dance face to face. They just seem to be in a state of intoxication, not to see boxing at all. The
two boxers were fighting selflessly and did not care about the onlookers at all. As the two sides of a game interaction, they are busy with their own work, but still very excited, which makes people feel a little wonderful. The fighter in the red ankle brace had his opponent pinned under him, his arms wrapped around his opponent’s arms, and it was clear that he was trying to use the “Kimura Lock.” But the other side turned over and reversed the situation, and pressed the red ankle guard back under his body. At the same time, he swung his fist and punched the red ankle guard under his body.
The red ankle guard looks like a very experienced fighter. He buries his head deep and tries to stick close to his opponent’s body so that his opponent can’t exert the power of his fist. Suddenly, his body suddenly retreated, sliding out like a loach, while his legs quickly crossed each other’s neck, and his hands tightly controlled each other’s arms. The red ankle guard in the lower position began to fight back-
a standard “triangle solid” was formed! Technically speaking,
triangle fixation should be a “sleeping technique.” It is a ground technique in which the body is in the lower position, the legs and hands are wrapped around the opponent, and the legs hit the opponent’s neck, causing the opponent to suffocate quickly. Once a solid “triangle” is formed, it is almost impossible for the other side to break free no matter how strong it is. I couldn’t see the face of the fighter who was controlled by the triangle, but I think his face must have been suffocated. It’s not good to be suffocated when you need a lot of oxygen. Just when I thought the outcome was about to be announced, an amazing scene suddenly appeared. The muscle on the thigh of the fighter who was controlled by the
“triangle solid” suddenly bulged, and the guy actually raised the red ankle guard that locked him high!
Really strong strength, really strong waist strength.
Now everyone knows what he’s going to do next. The red ankle guard tried to release his control, but it was too late. He subconsciously let out a “ah” sound, and the other side threw him hard to the ground! Although the muffled sound of
“bang” is not loud, it definitely has an impact on the scene in front of us. The audience around the dance floor, who were in high spirits, were also shocked by the scene and were silent for a moment. The floor of the
dance floor is different from the table of the ring. It is very hard and there is no buffer at all. Like a sack, the red ankle guard was thrown to the ground by the other side, and the collision between the back and the ground splashed countless crystal beads of sweat. Then the red ankle guard loosened its “triangle” and spread out its limbs and twisted painfully on the ground. Its mouth was dry and open, but it could not make a sound. That was really distressing.
This fatal blow has completely disintegrated him. The scene that appeared
at that time had a great visual impact on me. Because in 2001, this kind of ground jujitsu technology was rarely popularized in China. Although the Gracie family won the championship in the first UFC (unrestricted fighting) competition in 1993, jujitsu began to emerge worldwide, but it was widely popularized and practiced in China, that is, in the past few years. When we were at the base, we also practiced this technique with each other, but it was only superficial, because even Naikun himself was a fighter who tended to stand and fight, and did not have a deep understanding of this technique.
“Remember, finish your opponent within striking distance. Don’t dogfight. It’s not good for you.” Naikun whispered to me.
“Understood.” I nodded my head. The red ankles of his
body, twisted in pain, were lifted down, and his opponent did not give the usual cry of a winner, but looked at the lifted opponent with an unpredictable expression on his face. Perhaps in his heart he also congratulated himself that the “triangle solid” just now almost killed him. The game is unpredictable, and the victory or defeat is only in an instant.
Although there is no scene of head broken and bleeding, no splashing of blood in the mouth, but this way of fighting is undoubtedly more shocking to the audience in the bar. The big boobies stopped shaking their heads and looked at the red ankles with the same strange expressions as the others. They must be wondering how much force the man was hit with to be so painful. But I know that this poor guy’s spine has been hit by a strong earthquake, and whether he can stand up in the future depends on the doctor’s means.
The staff mopped the floor and sucked up the sweat. A garishly dressed man walked onto the dance floor, holding a microphone and saying in a deep and passionate voice, “Friends, the competition just now made us feel a great shock, and let us feel the impact of strength and beauty.”. So, let’s welcome the next group of fighters now, which will be more intense and exciting! West Poison.. Against the monkeys from the north!!
The man’s voice was very special, with a deep sense of fascination, and it sounded very magnetic. I thought it was his original creation. Later, I went to see several performances of Oriental Scala and found that the hosts were all like this. As I
listened to the whistling and noise in the bar, I suddenly felt that it was a bit like a circus. Admittedly, this is far from the atmosphere I imagined for a black boxing match. Naikun patted me on the shoulder and motioned me to play. I took a deep breath, relaxed my muscles and nerves again, and went to the dance floor with everyone’s noise and whistles. At that moment, I suddenly felt like a singer instead of a boxer.
The monkey also walked onto the dance floor, wearing a pair of black “windy” shorts with white trim, which looked good quality and should be genuine. With a pair of dark blue ankle warmers, the overall style looks great. Clothes make the man and saddles make the horse. Compared with him, I look like a rag-picker.
The monkey relaxed and shook his shoulder muscles. It can be seen that his back is very developed, and his upper body strength should be very strong. He looked at me with the deep eyes of a rock singer and then extended his right hand to me in a friendly way. As soon as
I was stunned, I quickly stretched out my right hand and held it with him. The other party’s action made me as nervous as if I were meeting a foreign guest. Just when I thought he was okay, the monkey suddenly raised his head and smiled, and said something that completely shattered my good impression of him: “Boy, have you grown all your hair?”
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Crazy Monkey (II)
Black Fist Past
Ouyang Gan
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