I saw Chael outside of a Starbucks last Tuesday. I usually don’t speak up too much, but that guy just really aggravates me, so I said, “Hey, fuckface! Let’s scrap.” Now, to be clear, I am just 5’10 175. He looks at me, tilting his shades down like an early 90’s pre-douchebag douchebag, and says, “Come back when you’re full grown” Well, I’m 42, and I had to admit it was a good line. I said, “C’mon you fucking fool, I won’t sue you, I just don’t like your schtick. Let’s see what you UFC
s have got in the real world”
I went back and forth a bit, and I guess he decided to humor me, or he was mad because I asked him what Dana’s cock tastes like. Anyways, we went right there in the parking lot, and I’m telling you, I’m not impressed. I don’t think too highly of myself - I had a few amateur boxing matches in my day, lost nearly half of them, took some muay thai, and a couple years of no gi, and ya, I keep in good shape...
but, I don’t know if he is just low test, or if he was tired, but, seriously, the man is slow. I was piecing him up, working the lead leg... he has a cut on the bridge of his nose right now if anyone gets a recent pic. He really couldn't figure the superman jab, or the European uppercut. Anyways, I got trapped against a wall, and I will admit he is very strong. I fought the takedown for a bit, but it was a futile effort, and ya, I go busted up. But, the man was SO tired! There wasnt much on his shots after the initial blast... and he didnt pass guard...
once i got over the adrenaline and worry, he didnt seem to pose a massive threat. Maybe he did and Im just being cocky, and people DID come and break it up at this point..
my point is, I don’t value his opinion on Sambo. He is a liar, a storyteller, and a C+ level athlete.
