If things went all medieval and you had to fight a guy like me

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If things went all medieval and you had to fight a guy like me over your life, I'd ravage your ass and take it. You okay with that?

You think you're safe out here in this world? You think it's okay to be
this unfit, lazy little monger? You know you're not safe in your job, I'm sure. Every day you
go above and beyond to make sure that the cutthroat guillotine of labor supply doesn't mutilate you into an unrecognizable, unemployed piece of shit. Why do you think it's different with your Jitz?

How'd you get to where you are? White Belts look at you and laugh. People use you as a benchmark to change their own habits. You okay with that?

Let's get it poppin', kid. No relapses. It's kill or be killed out here: it always has been. Sure, we changed the rules a little and added our own little trifling sense of justice and morality. But nothing's really changed.

Don't be one of these pussys making pathetic reoccurring attempts to change their lifestyle. Don't whine
about it. You've got self-discipline and nothing else in this life. You've got one try. In
time, you're either going to be a pathetic, guilt-ridden failure, or a fuckiing tribute to Jiu Jitsu . Your bitch of a mother-in
-law will make comments like, "I can't believe it...." Your peers will get inspired about how much you can accomplish just by setting your m
ind to it. People who taunted you will have nothing... nothing... to say. You did something they either simply couldn't even begin, or tried to do and failed miserably.

Don't quit, keep training and take my life fucker.