Forearm Footprint Tattoos

You in Humble

If you have ever used (or used) the phrase "I'm going to poke" to threaten someone, probably, until now, has never been involved in a fight and thus, I consider him a human being incomplete. Ojo! I'm not saying better or worse, only incomplete, for example, if you follow a virgin at 78.

The bacon sandwich now!

For the rest of us, however, things change. To a greater or lesser extent every human being worthy of the name has had physical violence at some point in their lives.
Almost certainly, you and I and the neighbor and even fifth-Fulanito-and-so, we have been involved in the odd brawl, regardless of the intensity, we used violence willingly or unwillingly, in spite of ourselves or of others. Or without regret, what the hell.
And it is inevitable. You can not separate one from the other, the physical and human mammal, say, are inextricably linked, coiled like two (2) snails in constant intercourse (pardon the simile).

Since the dawn of time since the days of big, rectangular black monolith, the peoples that have inhabited the planet have been confronted by any twinkling of an eye.
At first the fighting was basically a clean host, but little by little, with the coming of age of different metals, the thing was sprinkling a little more, introducing all kinds of utensils. Over the years, the growth of a ruling class who saw the pastelazo prontito would mean the exclusive use of violence on others (in charge of this would justify such a Hobbes), a new idea was instilled in us the genes: avoid, as far as possible, indiscriminate use of the then popular bludgeon and you're mine.
Nevertheless, violence has never become an exclusive preserve of military brass or aristocrats, or even the church, although it is true that these three gangs have made a very elaborate and imaginative use of art Host to the neighbor.

But focus on what you play, I'm going by the tributaries and good shade shelters me. Believe it or not, I want to talk about violence against others individually or, more specifically, one against another, that is, fighting, bullae, brawls or the films of Jean-Claude.

Fighting (OOOOOR-YUKEN!)

not deny a good fight has a very high power of seduction. What happens when you build a brawl (yes, yes, with accent on the first A) for example, a Saturday night? Well, within seconds the two brave gladiators (hey motherfucker, I've throw the Cubata) who have faced are surrounded by a crowd of onlookers and spokesmen for blood, but pretend to separate the contenders (it cogedme kill!).

But as in pharmacy, we fight about everything, hear, over and across the globe. Not only among mammals-horse race.
In northern Thailand, as well as along the width of Japan rhinoceros beetle fights are a ritual that takes very seriously. The kwang (Thai) or mushi (Japanese), Grand Beetle Fighter, is revered by people as a mighty warrior. During the fighting season, the coaches prepare their insect gladiators for this annual festival that move large amount of money in bets (remember the principle of Rambo III). In fact, Japan has developed a game only of battles between beetles that has been quite successful.

Mighty warrior resting

The cockfighting also enjoy great popularity in Southeast Asia as well as throughout the former pre-Columbian empires. When it comes to cakes caregivers a sharp knife to fit the legs of roosters. An uplifting show that after a few seconds resembles a pillow fight at a slumber party such as Grease, all covered with feathers flying. Well
and chicken blood.
But not even stop, fighting illegal hunting dogs, kangaroos boxing against (and even between two people), fighting mongooses against snakes (do not bet against the mongoose), fights in classrooms recorded in Mobile, etc., the range is very wide. MMA



And, damn, it turns out that this is always business. So, if we make two types of 95 kg over a ring to be the shit, as for balls have to be even more business. In this sense, leaving aside the interesting world of the sport of gentlemen are probably fighting in MMA the most money and morbidity among fans move the saliva, sweat and blood.
no mistake, the initials do not mean MMA Ministry of Environment, also, but Mixed Martial Arts, or Martial Arts Mixed, better known in Spain by the grace of Merdeces Milà and famous and investigative reporting, as Valetudo. Or, as the name coined while writing this post, minus the eggs, anywhere (MHDQ).

Stop, stop, that I've dropped a lens

At the risk of automatically consider me a madman, I confess that, just as a spectator and fan, I have ventured into this world that guarantees the audience the same feeling that they should experience the Roman patricians in the Coliseum watching the Fool Tina Turner under the Dome. Bread and circuses.

And to show three buttons: One Two and Three (the latter has cloth).

And I wonder what's next, what lies ahead in sports and chivalrous world of grappling? Well, I opted for what the Japanese like that in this setting trends of violence, fighting between what they call Wicks, ie anthropomorphic robots several meters operated by a single crew member. And if time to time. An example to have it clearer: Mazinger Z against Baron Gross Ashler Mechanics.
Well, I leave that I have to take Poli Diaz to Las Barranquillas to sell bottles of water to the junkies. Ali

Bumaya.