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With balls loaded with testosterone, every man feels his masculinity exploding inside him when he sweats in a hard fight. Every day men wake up to become more masculine through hard training, aggression, violence. As men, this is how we express our masculinity, we challenge ourselves to be stronger, more dominant. Fear and respect go together on the path to masculinity and our trophy as men is to be warriors, fighters and dominators.

Com os colhões carregados de testosterona, todo homem sente a masculinidade explodindo dentro de si quando sua numa luta dura. Todos os dias o homem acorda para se tornar mais másculos nos treinos pesados, na agressividade, na violência. Como homens, assim expressamos nossa masculinidade, nos desafiamos para sermos mais fortes, mais dominantes. O medo e o respeito andam juntos no caminho para a masculinidade e o nosso troféu como homens é sermos guerreiros, lutadores e dominadores.

source: @mikechandlermma

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"You’re gonna regret stepping to me, I’ll trap you in a front headlock and grind my forearm into your bladder. I don’t just want to pin you. I want to rewire your instincts. You’ll squirm, but the pressure will be too much—enjoy the slow leak of humiliation." The crowd around us laughed, their eyes hungry for your humiliation.

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I cracked my knuckles, my muscles flexing as I loomed over him. "You really thought you could step to me?" I sneered. "I’m gonna tie you up like a pretzel—make you scream for the ref while the crowd laughs at you." His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

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The bell rang. I lunged. His whimper was sweeter than any victory music.

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When I’ve got your back, I’ll whisper in your ear—‘This is where you die’—before sinking the RNC. You’ll wake up crying in the ambulance.

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"When I’m done," I whispered, "you’re gonna quit MMA for good." His breath hitched. I meant it. This wasn’t just a match—it was an erasure.

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"You’ll be my highlight reel," I spat. "Another scrub who thought he could hang." The cameras were rolling. By tomorrow, his shame would go viral.

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"I’ll suplex you on your head," I taunted, circling him. "Make you see stars while the medics rush in." The crowd murmured, excited. They didn’t care about him—they just wanted to see me break another weakling.

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You’ll shoot for a takedown, and I’ll catch you in a guillotine mid-air. Your feet will kick like a hanged man’s before you go limp.

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They'll need a forensic anthropologist to reconstruct your facial bones from the CT scans after this fight - if you ever regain consciousness.

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When you’re slumped in the corner, I’ll stare into your glassy eyes and ask if you wanna quit. And you’ll nod like a scared kid.

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My kick will transmit force through your maxilla into the middle cranial fossa - enjoy your new traumatic pituitary dysfunction.

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I’ll punish your body till you piss blood tomorrow. Then I’ll send you the hospital bill with ‘Get Well Soon’ written on it.

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Ever been knee-barred? I’ll torque it slow—pop your ACL before you even think to tap. You’ll spend the next year in rehab remembering me.

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After I finish you, I’ll step over your corpse and ask who’s next. And they’ll all look down, because nobody wants this nightmare.

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When I arm-triangle you, I'll make sure the camera catches your eyes rolling back as you fade to black.