Hi everyone! who is into mixed martial arts here? I got a couple of friends and we hook up at a certain website to talk about things about MMA and sure as hell you would want to join if you are into the sport like me. Be there and let’s talk OK? It feels good to pound some faces sometimes. More often than not, I’m really blood thirsty. LOL. just kidding.

I have always been a big fan of Yaw-Yan or the Filipino style of martial arts. I’ve been browsing and studying some of their moves and I’m actually planning to enroll myself in Hybrid. It would be great to converse with such deadly people. Oh God! I’m so excited.

Recently, I read their Creed which is written in English and in Tagalog. I hope that this creed will teach us bits of values in our everyday life.

The Yaw Yan Creed

In these times of guns and knives,
I travel in this world nothing on my hands.
If anyone comes to molest
and evil begins to dominate…
God is my only shield,
Faith is my guide,
Honor is my wealth,
Truth is my fortune,
and YAW-YAN is my weapon.

Kredo ng Yaw Yan

Sa Panahong ito ng baril at patalim,
akoy naglalakbay walang hawak ang kamay.
Kung sino man ang dumating
at ako’y gambalain
at kasamaan ay ibig paghariin,
Diyos ay Kalasag,aking gagamitin.
Pananampalataya ay siya kong taga akay,
ang Dangal koy kayamanan kong tunay,
ang Katotohanan ay siya kong kapalaran
at ang sandata koy walang iba kundi…Yaw-Yan.

I was at the Gym yesterday after work and my routine for the day was boxing. For my preparation, I had a nice 30 minute run at the treadmill in which I burned more or less 500 calories. It felt totally good to be a little bit lighter. Then I approached my instructor and told him I’m ready for some hard pounding action. He taped my fists and I was all pumped up again. Every time those gloves touch my fists, I feel relaxed and my arms will soon start swinging those deadly blows. I simply love that feeling.

We began our sparring session. I started practicing my 1-2-3 combination. I’ve been working on those for quite some time now. And believe me when I say, “You don’t want that number 3 punch to connect ‘coz it’s lights out when that happens.” After 6 rounds of boxing, I finally had the chance to relax and sip some liquid. My instructor told me to re-tape my fists because we’re about to pound harder on the bigger bags. I thought my fists are OK and would not need another tape. He agreed with me instantly.

Everyone stared at me when I started pounding on the bags. Bam! Bam! Those were the solid sounds that echoed inside the gym. Everyone stood in awe as my punches jolted their sleeping souls. It felt good to be on the spotlight that time. Then my coach said, “OK, think of a person you totally hate and let’s deliver that KO combination of yours.” Immediately, one person came into my mind. His name starts with the letter M (let’s just not name him for the sake of his freakin’ GAY nature). Then I started pounding harder. Jabs became solid straights as my instructor is slowly pushed against his back. “Pound! Pound! Pound! Make that snake pay!” He shouted. Unknowingly, tears started flowing from my eyes. The passionate dragon has awaken and the destroyer has finally risen. After 1-2, the number 3 punch came flashing like a comet. “Bam!” suddenly, I felt electricity flowing down my arms. It felt perfectly fine that time and that punch totally pushed my coach to his back. Everyone smiled with that perfect punch. Their eyes looked as though they wanted me to compete in a higher level. The next string of punches had less power though. My right hand just couldn’t contain the punch that I did earlier. When I repeated my 1-2-3 blow, I suddenly felt pain on my right wrist. My coach ran towards me immediately and pulled the gloves out. Indeed, I have a swollen right wrist. I sort of twisted it when I crashed my devastating hook.

If that punch had hit M right in his temple then that would totally mean hospitalization, my coach said. Its a good thing though that I had a lot of self-control and avoided that to happen. Look at me now. I’m at work, with a bandage. Ugh. This sucks.

To M, if that punch caught you.. its lights out amigo.

Danger lurking in the streets is indeed inevitable. There will come a time that someone ruthless will either attack you or steal something from you. Either way, you can’t just stand there and do nothing. There are times that you may want to fight back especially if something dear and important to you is on the line. Check out this small clip that I got from YouTube. It was done by Bas Rutten, one of IFL’s coaches. He displayed classic and real scenario’s that may happen in your everyday life.

As I always say, a good soldier knows when to fight. The better soldier knows when NOT to fight. Keep it safe guys!

By the way, this is not a sponsored post OK? So don’t get any idea that I was paid to do this. I just want to share it. That’s all.