Category: Shanktelli
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A Dirty Trick Dressed Like a Slap In the world of Vulgate Pugilism, where pragmatism beats pageantry and results matter more than rituals, few techniques embody the ethos better than The Stossel. This isn’t your daddy’s slap. The Stossel is a concussive, air-trapping blow delivered with a slightly cupped palm, targeting critical zones like the…
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Let’s get one thing straight: this isn’t about sex work, unless you count the blood, sweat, and tooth fragments exchanged on dirty mats and in piss-reeking locker rooms as transactional. This is about catch wrestling. The unglamorous, bone-deep legacy of the hookers, the real ones. The ones who didn’t work for crowds but for dominance.…
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Some men are born to lead. Others are born to watch the wolves at the edge of the campfire and mutter warnings no one wants to hear until it’s too late. Don Rearic is the latter. He didn’t build a brand or chase notoriety. He built a body of work. Quietly, forcefully, and honestly, that…
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There’s this idea in martial arts that lineage is everything. That if you learned from someone who learned from someone who learned from the Big Man himself, you’re somehow legit by default. But let me be clear: lineage doesn’t mean shit if you can’t perform. Yes, lineage can shape you. It can expose you to…
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The Last Time I Say This in Public I made a series of posts recently that touched a nerve. All I did was point out some very real truths about self-protection and the tools we choose to carry for it. That’s it. No gimmicks. No flex. Just a cold look at the choices being made…
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The last few months have been a slow-motion knife fight — not the cinematic kind with slow spins and flashy disarms, but the real ones: short, ugly, and draining. I’ve been walking through a fog that feels like it wants to choke me out. Conflict has crept in from corners where there shouldn’t have been…








