When I was about oh...17 or so I weighed maybe 180 skinny fat but 6'1 and kinda big anyway...
I went to a family reunion, beers, brats, UFC, trailer park, 50 kids running around everyone standing around bullshitting etc..
Well we got a couple in us and me and my cousins started shadow boxing etc...Like we do. A couple of my cousins are legit bikers, drug dealer types, bouncers and so on...General Hooligans.
Well we were shadow boxin, and like it does, it degenerated into actual play boxing, and then into legit 1 on 1 matches in the "UFC style gloves" and we go through the usual shit talking, couple bloody noses..Shake up then make up cousin type fighting..
Well out of nowhere one of my female cousins from the trailer park comes walking up from down the street with one of her friends...a legit full contact karate practitioner, that studied it in Japan I believe..Legit Karate where the dudes just stand and deliver powerful blows to the body until one man crumbles, I guess it's a legit sport somewhere with tournaments...
Well he went by the name of Scott and he stood probably 6'4-6'5 I'd say 300lbs but there is no way of knowing, he had a decent layer of blubber on his whole body.
He was very intrigued by the sight of all of us wrestling around and boxing with bloody noses etc...His eyes lit up like he was totally in his element once again, and he subtly and briefly went into his background with karate etc..Which we all just assumed was bullshit and brushed it off..
Well after some ribbing from us, Scott decided to prove his merits as a tank and offered to let me swing on him as many times as I liked, and he assured me that if I hurt him he would say stop and that he wouldn't over react and attack me viciously.
So I agreed, and everyone gathered around...We squared off and he just stood there and said alright go...I took my stance and immediately started unleashing on this fool's body like fucking Chuck Norris...I have never...NEVEr felt so incredibly weak and powerless as I did at that moment, when my most wound up, telegraphed, my BIGGEST power punches, the absolute hardest I could have possible hit someone if they let me ( as he did ) DID NOT EVEN REMOTELY PHASE THIS MAN...
I mean I fucking wound back and unleashed socks on this fool that would bruise and hurt a man of my equal stature, but this 6'5 300+lb man just maintained a slight smirk on his face as he giggled while I was totally out of breath from unleashing at least 25 Mike Tyson-esque blows unto his body.
From that day forward I realized that no matter what kind of "skills" or "technique" bla bla bla you think you have...A huge monster of a man may not be quick and agile like a small cat, but your absolute hardest blow you could possible deliver will not even begin to phase his sheer massive frame in any way...It is a battle you will never ever win without a ranged weapon.
This is why Helio Gracie, over 80 years ago, taught the simple choke, read naked or even triangle, is the only reliable weapon against a human "monster." Yeah, you can't hurt him with strikes and you probably ( erroneously) Jordan Boroughs couldn't somehow take and hold this guy down til he gasses (Warlord or Karate badass), even with the first UFCs teaching you the reality of combat in non-cross trained fighters, a choke is undeniable. You can't tough through it, grit your teeth and bear it, or my favorite don't get him mad he blanks out--you sleep, period.
Again, even if Warlord or 300 Karate Bad ass were toughest guys around, are you impressed they can beat guys they out weight by 100 pound and have like a foot of hieght on?!? What if Royce Gracie was a ripped 500 lbs standing 7 feet tall, would anyone even talk about the Warlord or any other other "monster"?
