He knocked me out...

My first sparring…

Did I win? or did he win?

You decide from the story I am about to tell you.

I had this friend.

His name was Alexander.

We were good friends.

His testosterone was STEAMING.

He had never worked out in a day in his life and still looked like Simeon Panda at age 12.

No matter what he ate or what he did, Bro was jacked.

At that time I was training boxing once a week.

And I had an idea.

An idea that would lead to brotherhood, respect, and dignity.

On that exact day, I remember bringing 2 pairs of gloves.

One of them was red everlast gloves and the other was old-ass professional gloves.

It was morning, so everyone was sleepy as fuck.

I bring my gloves and me, Alexander plus some other friends went to the back of the school field where nobody could see us.

We put the gloves on.

Round one, begin.

I wanted to go basic.

Throw jabs until I can find an opening and hit him with a powershot.

That didn’t go as I expected.

As I landed my first hit on him, I could see his face.

Stoic, cold, and no emotion.

This was hella scary.

He wasn’t flinching or blocking.

Just straight up taking them like a demon.

Halfway into the fight, BOOM, he landed a powershot right into my face.

He knocked me down.

But he didn’t knock me out.

I could feel half of my brain losing consciousness.

I became dizzy.

But I still kept going.

We get back to our fighting positions.

He comes closer to me, swinging his hands everywhere he went.

I did not know what to do in that position.

BOOM, another hit.

KO.

I drop.

Cold on the floor…

A minute later, I was awake and surrounded by teenagers everywhere.

I remember everyone bombarding me with questions.

“Are you ok?”

“Are you hurt?”

“who won?”

Then the bell rang.

Everyone went inside as if nothing happened.

I and Alexander hugged it out like brothers and went inside.

What was the main problem here?

My arrogance.

Only a month of training and I thought I could beat a kid who is 30 pounds heavier and much taller than me.

This fight was not about violence or hate.

It was about brotherhood and respect.

In the end, I was honest about my loss and gained respect from my peers.

Seeing males competing, senses masculinity.

It shows a greater side of our masculine energy.

Awakens a side, that was present in our great-great-grandfathers.

Not only does masculinity, signify protection, but it also teaches men something deeper like respect, dignity, self-control, brotherhood, leadership, peace, and doing what YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO…

It is your chance to learn how to become the man who takes care of not only himself but his family and his brothers…

From the warrior archetype, I was able to create a better bond with my family, teach the ones that are weaker than me, respect my equals, and obey the ones above me.

Now it is your turn to establish your warrior archetype…

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Always the best

Andrey Shcherbakov

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