Several years ago, my kickboxing Sensi and I were sparing in the ring. He was kicking my a$$ as usual. We would be in the center of the ring, he’d sidekick me sending me into the ropes, I’d bounce off the ropes and back to the center of the ring for more a$$-kicking. Vicous cycle.
One day he took me out of the ring and pushed me against the cinder block wall and we started “sparing”(yea, I was his punching bag). Instinctively, and out of despair, I fought back hard until my...
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One day he took me out of the ring and pushed me against the cinder block wall and we started “sparing”(yea, I was his punching bag). Instinctively, and out of despair, I fought back hard until my...
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from Back Against the Wall
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