Lemme start off by saying that a man of my corpulence and physicality has never had an issue with laying ass-whoopings whenever i PLEASE! In fact, when I worked as a bouncer at a Cici's pizza (to pay my way through college, obviously) I had the nightly pleasure of tossing wise-cracking fools outta the joint. Them kids stealing breadsticks, SMH!
But when I rolled up to this dojo, let me tell you baby--I was IMPRESSED. These cats know how to scrap. And the head samurai Warren Stout is legit. I'll be he's secretly a brother--probably has vitiligo or something. My fat body got tossed around by all these wrestlers and jiu-jitsu guys, so I got MAD RESPECT for this joint.
Peace y'all--I'm OUT!