Anybody who fought a real fight, and when I say a real fight, I mean then the fight that you don’t know what the result is going to be and it could be a life or death fight, should know the adrenalin feeling that rushes inside of you and your heart start pumping the blood that flows down your blood streams and muscles veins and the whole fucking world goes slow motion and all your senses will diminish to almost none, you will know it when you have done it first hand and experience it in real life cause with all due respect training in the club is nothing in comparison with the real street fights that’s why when I train people now I would really and strongly advise them to go and experiment on the street just to see the difference and the hard reality that club is a different world than the streets and on the streets your fist and your fighting skill is what going to earn you respect and power and not bowing and saluting like in the club.
Now that’s what I felt when I saw Gert Jan, I swear if I had a gun I would have empty it on his fucking head the minute I saw his fuck face, my guys stood behind me within a minute or so and we the two groups faced each other and he recognized me the minute he saw me and he laughed and laughed hard and finally said well well just like your brother always hanging tough, I told him at least am not a bitch like you I fight on my own if you want me to(I could hardly hold my tears)and I wanted to kill him right there and then, I really wanted to tear his head off and rip his heart out and eat it like a wild savage.
He stepped to our group and was waving his knife at us and said anyone who makes a move shall and will get cut and killed. He was about one or two meters from me and all the years of training with my brother rushed by like a rollercoaster in front of my eyes and I knew well enough how to disarm a knife but it´s dangerous business and one little mistake can cost you. Behind me I felt an iron pipe thrusted against my back by one of my guys who was standing close to me and I with no hesitation took the pipe and swung it towards Gert´s head, smashing his front side head and feeling his skull getting crushed at the moment of impact, and believe me guys and girls that gave me such a satisfaction more than any drugs I have ever took in my life or I will ever take.
The fight ended right there and then, their group was jaw dropped (one thing my brother taught me is take the head of toughest guy in the group and the group will scatter like rats) they all backed off leaving him by us and went home in retreat and surrender, I called the cops and an ambulance and said there was some self-defense incident and my word plus my group word was against a dead guy´s word who was still holding the knife in his dead hand. (One down 15 to go)
I went home, went to my room and I cried and cried and I didn’t know was it the tears of happiness or of guilt that I killed somebody or both or was it for my brother but either way I cried it out until the next day .
I went to school and was suddenly a feared guy and all were looking at me like am some kind of an animal or a freak that got out the freak show, because my dear friends went off spreading the news about the fight, and I got dumped by Mary cause she felt that I was too dangerous and I didn’t care I was beginning to be a bit of a player and I thought it’s her lost not mine.
And then it all started, what I call my playerhood and it was between my 12th to 18th years of age and don’t get me wrong(ladies) I never broke an innocent girl´s heart I always aimed for the player girls to play them at their own game and beat them to it. And am not really good looking and I don’t have nice features but I had my confidence my humor and my cockiness that I look you straight in the eyes and make you feel uncomfortable and shy away from my eyes . yes I would say my eyes are the best weapon I have in my beauty arsenal. That’s what you going to see and read in the next chapter.