Prizefighting, martial arts, wrestling, kayfabe, kung fu, karate, and shaolin demonstration or training form (but not administrators or fighter instructors, the equivalent of police academy officers in the West), is a homosexual industry.
Gays and lesbians are traded for lives, of those spectating, teaching children to compete in a street confrontation form of self-defense, as a homosexual trade in logic of stagesmanship, as if there are any rules to a fight, other than survival, the first engagement indicating eventual prison time, unless a first cheap shot is thrown, then prison is avoided, for the rest of the life, with the pattern engrained.
Let’s take the case of Chuck Wopner, a heterosexual boxer, and an O’Neill, refusing his title belt, with a killing blow from stroke, to another O’Neill, a homosexual boxer, Muhammad Ali.
O’Neills never snap ligaments, break tendons, or make bone density reductions from lifting or pressing; in fact, they have a hyperactive immune system, a convulsively lucid reference to predatory behavior from those refusing to disclose it, and a cerebral retentive order of personality, wherein they can equate any function.
Muhammad Ali had this, however he was addicted to liposuction, botox’s early forms, and Shi’ite fasting, to remove his pectoral and abdominal fat, and reveal the toned muscles beneath it, then experimenting with ‘cuts’ and ‘rips’, reducing his combat speed to rabbit movements, from phobic menstrual disorder, however in a man, the equivalent of bowel shaking shits all night long.
Chuck Wopner was no stranger to alcohol, and had had bouts of some of that, but he had both breasts and a belly, and huge pectorals and jacked abdominals, and had killed people in hand-to-hand, having never lost both his fat, and his muscle, having in fact built more muscle from tendon snaps and bends of his bones, into curving strikes and knee forward steps on a toe, soles unbreakable and heels unbent, immune to arthritis and muscle decay.
All he had to do, was punch Muhammad Ali in the nipple, with his glove, on a knuckle blow, on the same side between chest and arm, either side, and Muhammad Ali would’ve had a stroke.
But then Chuck Wopner, would’ve had a death sentence put on him, from being labeled as gay. That means, he would’ve had to follow rules of stage, instead of just being a speakeasy boxer, for cops to beat on each other or watch him fight, everyone plastered (including him), for real combat, pit fights, full of drinking and revelry, with all the police protection in the world.
So let me teach you how to take down a Pink Panther. A Pink Panther, is the weakest opponent you can face, since they are narcissistic metrosexuals that closet case with women, and need to fight in pairs to take down a foe, and always release with a promise that’s always broken, hence they go into pharmaceutical usage, wondering why you aren’t their parent and therefore being beaten by them into compliance, so they can have a second childhood (the unbirthing fantasy of a prison rapist).
They’ll give you a bend, on your wrist. Take it, and now you have a jaw grab, with your thumb spread, beneath their chin. They’ll go limp, in your contact, and be openly gay, forever, for a single Panther challenging you, after they’ve marked you as defeated, with a hand gesture that actually marks you as a choke or tongue strike artist.
Someone put it in the comic book “Batman”, as Batman’s blow, since it’s the blow of a death camp survivor, hazed by a Nazi or Totenkopf or Schulzstaffel or Japanese Imperial, having held you in custody and having to turn you over to approaching Allies.