From the darkness you hear “that's a nice watch, friend-o“.
The next thing you know it's a fight to the finish.
Your whole life was preparation for this moment, even though you didn't know it.
Someone has come from the darkness and they have come for your life.
They want to take you out, they are determined to take you out.
Your whole life up until this moment was just a game and the stakes were meaningless. It was all pretend.
Today the game is played for keeps - winner takes all.
It's ‘Do or Die' in every sense of the word.
One of you will stand tall and one of you will fall.
One of your souls will be sent to Hell. It's unavoidable.
It's a fight for your life.
For this very moment your whole life was preparation.
At the end someone will stand with their bloody knuckles raised victoriously towards the heavens, screamings to the skies from the depths of their soul and the bottom of their heart:
“I WILL NOT FALL.”
Are you strong friend-o?
Would you bet your life on it?
Just the other night I went for a walk to stretch my legs and waste a couple bucks on a coffee when I heard “Let’s fight!” yelled from half a block away. Saw the guy walking out onto the street, and a second close behind. “Kick his ass!”
Saturday night drunks. Even half a block away, that got my heart pounding and mind muddled to the point of trembling; half fear, half murder in the veins.
In my case, I was lucky. There were drunks on my side of the street they were yelling at, on the other side of a parked truck so I didn’t notice them right away.
But I’ll tell you, when you even think you’re about to be in that situation, you barely think at all. Instead of doing the sensible thing and keep distance, take out my cell,I zipped up my jacket pocket toprotect my wallet and a couple hundred bucks.
All this is just to prove what they say is real, you default to training or instincts. Be ready, where I live is safe as it gets, yet we still have cocaine and the rare stabbing.
The last time it happened to me was at about 11pm, I was walking home from the mini-market crossing a bridge over the main street. The guy in front of me was homeless, and he all of a sudden turned around to face me and my heart started pounding and I was ready to kick the shit out of him (he was small). I don’t know if he planned to try and rob me or if his plan was to dance but when he suddenly turned around and saw me he started dancing the tango and singing to himself and I walked on by.
Your a legend victor, I orginally came on your site when I googled benfits of cold showers. Ever sense then I became a man on a mission, Salut!!
Gwoahhhh, such a rush reading this!!!
i train with my bro 1 vs 1 like as if it was a real fight. I got scraped a lot and still have scars from previous fights but its worth it, in NYC cause ghettos be on you like flies.
B&D is pure fucking gold.
The hardest part is just DOING WHAT YOU NEED TO DO, over and over, day in, day out.
That’s all there is to it, folks. Just fucking DO it, don’t waste your life. Listen to your man Pride over here. In a matter of 12 months I went from a 5’8″ 233lbs loser to a dominating 5’8″ 182lbs over-achieving son of a gun.
On topic though, I need to underline that about 2-3 weeks ago I got into an extremely violent fight with 2 brothers, both known ex-cons. By the end of it all, there was a pool of blood, 2 knocked-the-FUCK-out punks, a broken nose and my bloody fist. They couldn’t land a single hit, the sorry bastards. One was sent back to prison, the other was sent to the hospital. The whole thing was recorded and people still ask me about it when someone shows them the video; strangers too. They ask me what was going through my head. My answer? It was me or them: DO OR DIE. They wanted to kick the shit out of me; I wanted to kill ’em. Victor Pride hits the nail on the head & knocks it out with this article. Respect.
If any young men out there are wondering what to do, how to get out of their loser lifestyles, still having second thoughts about B&D, etc? All you need to know is that it’s HARD. I started & failed a million times over. I gave up a lot. I quit the gym many times over. But I kept trying again and again. That’s all you need: PERSEVERANCE. Keep pushing forward, keep giving your 110%, keep GETTING UP when you fall down; YOU ONLY NEED TO SUCCEED ONCE. You need to get it right only ONCE; then you rinse & repeat.
Women? Got all of ’em. Benjamins? I stack them. Weights? I rack them. The finer things? I own them.
Most important of all; the punks? I scare ’em.
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Fucking A right!