‘In Satan’s Backyard’
Street Beefs MMA, Kickboxing and Boxing
© 2020 James LaFond
DEC/26/20
9/2/20
Last night, trying to get my mind right for fiction and history and assailed by the blather of the media spatter filtered through minds near and far, I looked for real meaning on video and found it.
Street Beefs is an upgrade of the gloves instead of guns boxing promotions that began in the 1980s as far as I know. I have really enjoyed many of these fights and the sportsmanship is of a much higher order than seen in any professional fighting.
They even had a fight that rotated rounds between MMA and boxing.
This seems to be set in the Carolinas, where Maryland promoters of boxing seek victims to pad the records of prospects. After watching 19 fights, I find the format to me liking.
Kickboxing
Boxing
Below hear the young guys cheering on the old guy.
MMA
sorcerer!
let the world fend for itself
fate
the greatest lie ever sold
sons of aryas
the gods of boxing
into leviathan’s maw
z-pill forever
by the wine dark sea
night city
wife—
all-power-fighting
song of the secret gardener
menthol rampage
america the brutal
son of a lesser god
book of nightmares
the sunset saga complete
the lesser angels of our nature
uncle satan
ranger?
barbarism versus civilization
thriving in bad places
taboo you
logic of steel
cracker-boy
the year the world took the z-pill
advent america
logic of force
broken dance
predation
the first boxers
blue eyed daughter of zeus
winter of a fighting life
under the god of things
within leviathan’s craw
on combat
masculine axis
on the overton railroad
fanatic
solo boxing
honor among men
orphan nation
the combat space
time & cosmos
triumph
the greatest boxer
hate
beasts of aryas
when you're food
dark, distant futures
your trojan whorse
songs of aryas
the fighting edge
fiction anthology one
Hey James,
Longtime fan. I think I first came to your site for the combat advice and stayed for the REH literary critique. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, you are always my first stop on the ‘net.
I’ve been waiting for you to talk about Streetbeefs!
It’s like mother’s milk to me. It’s so authentically human somehow. I really appreciate the sportsmanship and honor-code behavior. The mixed-race, working class crowd is cool, and I find the impresario Scarface and main ref Wolverine to be ridiculously charismatic (it helps that they both fight as well). Some of the fighters’ names are fucking hilarious too: the old guy is “Bucket List”, one guy is “Corn Flake, the Cereal Killer”
It’s a funny comment on humanity that fisticuffs can bring forth such warmth and generosity of spirit.
When I need a lift, I go to street beefs.