
International Kickboxer Magazine, May/June 2016
“You have one career and one only – you have to go out there and make it happen. Fight hard and fight often, make a plan and stick to it! Continue reading

International Kickboxer Magazine, May/June 2016
“You have one career and one only – you have to go out there and make it happen. Fight hard and fight often, make a plan and stick to it! Continue reading

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“Hi,” said the last one. “My name’s Eileen. I’m the new girl.”
“This is true. But the rest of us are only a little used,” said Monique.
“I’m twenty, and I do most things. I’m open to discussion.” Continue reading

International Kickboxer Magazine, May/June 2016
Roy Wills and Toby Smith have been the best of friends most of their lives. They met at kindergarten and have spent much of their time since hanging around, playing sport and going to school together. Continue reading

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The door opened and in the opening stood Roller Girl. “You don’t need us after all!” she said.
“We will if he strips down,” said Pat, pointing at Wally. Continue reading

International Kickboxer Magazine, March/April 2016
Kurt Staiti has the advantage of coming from a close-knit family of Muay Thai addicts. His uncle is Mark Staiti, who was introduced to Peter Kent, head trainer of Matrix Muay Thai, by Chris Staiti, Kurt’s father. Continue reading

International Kickboxer Magazine, March/April 2016
Glory 26 was held on December the fourth of last year in Amsterdam, the unofficial capital of European kickboxing. The two biggest draw-cards of the event were respective world champions at both welterweight and superheavyweight; Nieky Holzken and Rico Verhoeven. Continue reading

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Pat had figured out where they were going once they got into the backstreets of South Melbourne. Continue reading

Fight! Magazine, Feb/March 2016
Ben Cartlidge understands judging. That assertion is backed up by the largest MMA organizations worldwide: Cage Warriors in the UK, KSW in Poland and, of course, the mighty UFC. Continue reading

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Inside, isolated clusters of people leaned and loitered. Pat rested on the bar, looking first to make sure he didn’t put his arms in any fluids sitting on the surface. Sally saw him and came over. She was wearing her white-singlet-and-cowboy-hat combo. She arched an eyebrow. Continue reading