This thread has motivated me beyond words.
I have returned to my native land to seek out the old wise stories told of a grandmaster who invented a martial art so deadly, precise, and supreme that K-1 would surely put a hang tag on my door like so many of those Thai restaurants do with their menus.
I ventured for what seemed like months, until I arrived at an old drained swimming pool. I felt it in my very soul and it was confirmed when I saw the volleyballs, two guys finger jabbing paper, and a heavy set gentleman running laps around the pool whilst slapping himself so hard and fast, I would've thought I was listening to a BangBros film if I didn't have eyes to see.
If K-1 won't come to me then I will come to them. I've been training my ass off here. I rid myself of all the western vices like women, careers, money, and closed handed fists to slap pads as masterfully as I can.
With this training montage I'll be at the next Grand Prix in no time. I won't even have to fight Cro-Cop, they will just give me the BOUNCED ass check and the trophy
Edit: I finally got my K-1 invitation along with a Master's degree from Arizona State Online soon as I hit the upload button.
I wont be on as much bros, its time to evolve.