Media Frank Shamrock posted an old smoker from his gym (video)

[JPW328]

Posted 13 days ago.



If he posts more footage I’ll add it here!

 

[Lord Pyjamas]

Everyone in audience looked like!?
We did not come here to see two fat pigs porking each other!?

 

[JPW328]

Everyone in audience looked like!?
We did not come here to see two fat pigs porking each other!?

I love the old footage!

 

[Ibm]

LOL, this is hilarious. two 300lb guys fighting 2 cms in front of the crowd? The crowd is going to get more hurt. Oh the 90's...

 

[Rataria]

Frank Shamrock was such a man of the people . He brought everyone together

 

[NicholasJBasile]

The key back in the day to winning smokers was to use the crowd to your advantage

 

[khukurikoo]

I kind of miss these days in MMA. Just a mat and a wall wherever you trained in the back room of a gym or a small place rented out in a strip mall. People walking by like what the heck is going on there. I remember all of us cleaning and rolling up the mats after practice. Me and a friend used to spar in the middle of a bally's fitness aerobics room sometimes. Hard sparring on a hardwood floor lol Fun times!

 

[MotorCityCobra]

I kind of miss these days in MMA. Just a mat and a wall wherever you trained in the back room of a gym or a small place rented out in a strip mall. People walking by like what the heck is going on there. I remember all of us cleaning and rolling up the mats after practice. Me and a friend used to spar in the middle of a bally's fitness aerobics room sometimes. Hard sparring on a hardwood floor lol Fun times!

I had a background like this as well. Even though I didn't do it for long.

I went from amateur boxing. To "fighting" fellow boxers and spamming leg kicks. Then ultimately to learning BJJ which despite my pro boxing trolling on this forum really felt like a secret power (this is 2003-2005ish).

I still recall going to Rodrigo medeiros gym somewhere in San Diego, rolling as a 4 stripe white belt, then having legit MMA fights after closing with like 7 people there. Was bizarre but awesome. In retrospect we were all garbage, but it felt raw.

 

[khukurikoo]

I went from amateur boxing. To "fighting" fellow boxers and spamming leg kicks. Then ultimately to learning BJJ which despite my pro boxing trolling on this forum really felt like a secret power (this is 2003-2005ish).

For real. I felt like we were a part of a secret society that knew what "real fighting" was about when McDojos were still a big thing. I remember tapping guys and getting tapped by stuff like double armbars and can openers and various neck cranks and slicers. Elbows digging into the inside of the thighs as legit guard escapes. Headbutt drills with pads held in front of the face. More raw and vale tudo oriented back then.

Absolutely brother. Solid leg kicks and even just a tight thai clinch could wreck an opponent who didn't know how to counter either. It's cool to see how things have evolved over time, and I agree, kids now with the same amount of modern training would mop the floor with most of us back then haha

 

[chinarice]

This shit is right fucked...... still better than slap fight

 

[Nathan LaMontagne]

I kind of miss these days in MMA. Just a mat and a wall wherever you trained in the back room of a gym or a small place rented out in a strip mall. People walking by like what the heck is going on there. I remember all of us cleaning and rolling up the mats after practice. Me and a friend used to spar in the middle of a bally's fitness aerobics room sometimes. Hard sparring on a hardwood floor lol Fun times!

Same. My two options were my Judo Dojo down a dirt road in a pre WW2 Japanese school that was then used as a makeshift internment camp.

Insanely, my Instructor found a 100+ year old Katana (might have been a waki-zashi) under the base, when he had to go in and fix the terribly made foundation.

And the other option was garages or backyards with some shit makeshift mats.

I even put mats in my own backyard, there was a bunch of thrown out carpet padding near the dumpster of a carpet warehouse I snagged with my stepdads help, glued the layers together and put a tarp over it.

Oh and me and my friend used to beat the ever loving shit out of each other at the back room at the local ymca that they had for aerobics class, super hard floor with the scratches. Carpet ever, they told us to never go back there again when we couldn't get bloodstain out of said carpet.


Oh to be a teenager again, good times, good times.
Good times, good times

Good times, good times.