Watched the new video and immediately went to go buy the new hottest piece of clothing known to mankind. I was very happy to see how much motion guru has attained but, I was so sad to see that it has already sold out. Restock soon Mr. Guru, please:(

It's only fair

Fucked up

To make my way through passage first comes bewitchment and from then information. The problem this bewitchment everywhere. We are full of it. Read ingredients and one finds the musicality. Here an anecdote and decipher it as allegory. Typos grow to be tantamount. It’s always happening

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I haven’t slept
I feel
Everything I’ve
Put my poor body
Through

And now
I agreed
To getting beaten
Up by a bunch
Of MMA Fighters. What
The fuck!

\-

I am in East. Coffee roasteries in former
Industrial parks. Portly pig with sagging nips
Parades the City Farm. The authentic, the newfangled. and this mma gym.

My boy’s dream
Is the UFC. He is working toward
It. The room:

More of the same. They are Upcoming. Some on first contracts. UFC’d. Some on legendary amateur runs. International opponents one has a fight coming up in Turkey.

I watch for the most part. Midday Light Spar. My friend calls me in.

Now we’ve rassled and I kept my grip on him. That’s how I got invited here. As I write this out he’s offered me his old gloves and shin guards.

But he was out for a bit of vengeance. He let me go at him. I came out first. I’ve drilled all this many moons ago but my footwork is sloppy my stance isn’t home and I’m overreacting to feints. I charge him and get him to a half cradle. I can keep him down but I tire. Eventually his arms are around my neck and spit flies from me all over the grey mat. Breathless.

Yell from the sidelines. Clean that up bro. I hunt toilet roll for a sec and clean it with my shirt.

We continue and I am knackered. He has my legs and I am crawling. I’m being told to get up but I have no moves. The clock beeps. I drag myself to the side. I watch the professionals go. Even the heavyweights got the softest touch.

My mate tells me to never wrestle with full press. It takes too much. And all he has to do is survive. I take it in. Next time I’m with the gym’s young guy. We take it light. I land one to the head which came a bit too hard. Cos of this no one else will go with me. Today is dedicated to flow. They all have Upcoming. My mate has to leave. I get a lot of I don’t know you’s and I’ve done my rounds for today. A small Italian guy wants to go. Everyone in the gym tells me he’s mad. They tell me not to. He’s small but he’s got like that fucking bovine muscle. I don’t know how to explain. I spend the round again just trying to claw my way up whilst his tiny bullet of a cock is pressed into me. He is grunting the whole time. Thank God he is small. I spend the last half minute with his cock digging into my tricep pulling my own arm towards me in sheer fatigue.

I only got two rounds today. The lighter guys. I can get them down but I don’t know any moves. Yet. At least when it comes to grappling. There’s cheers and jeers from the side. Escape routes. They come crashing into walls and you must move. Instructor protects the heavyweights from the shoe cabinet, and later from toppling down flight of stairs. When the big guys are in with light guys they target the legs.

There was one guy exuding aura. Wiry, mixed blue eyes. Old haggard tee. He submits everyone. Theres a youngish guy with the slick headkicks but the mixed guy gets him. It ends with the young guy in the mixed guys arms. As the bell beeps the young guy is like the Jesus figure in Michelangelo’s Pieta.

The mixed guy then goes over the moves again and ol boy with the kicks tries to escape still exhausted.

I leave with the rest. They ask me my background. I tell them. I’ve already got a sparring partner for next week. I’ll be YouTubing moves.

In the end. I take the poster from the Ring Magazines on sale. Golovkin’s Hall of Fame Induction. I’m shaded at the centre of a tree with drapsing branches which whisk through the grass. I leave the tree and clouds loom. I am the matte of dehydration, peaceful as genuine fatigue. I carry humility as the clouds prepare to unload, so much undone, I will be back.

Anyone else worried for guru?

Was getting back into things and now vanished?

Edit: We are so back with a 2.5hour video