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[Kentbob]

  This was the advertisement for this gym.  I found it humorous, so I figured I would share it here.


www.totalcombatacademy.com

Nothing works on the site.  I want to fight like Batman now, dammit!

Kent

[Milldog1776]

  This was the advertisement for this gym.  I found it humorous, so I figured I would share it here.


www.totalcombatacademy.com

Nothing works on the site.  I want to fight like Batman now, dammit!

Kent

The Keysi Method. Those guys did the fight choreography for Batman Begins.

[Joe Hubbard]

Keysi is basically Inosanto JKD/Kali.  Their founder has invested bucket loads of cash into the advertising and as a result they approach their business like a KM cult where you are giving them all your worldly possessions.  If you don't spend, spend, spend they berate their students until they do or leave the cult.

Ciao

Joe

[Bri Thai]

Say what you mean Joe!  Don't sit on the fence! - 

I have no personal experience myself, but a trusted friend has.  Whilst not going to Joe's lengths, he does report that you were expected to go to all the seminars and buy all the gear, or you were being "disloyal."

Not a regime I would choose to get myself into.

[Ed Stowers]

Wouldn't this require wearing a rubber bat suit and padded armor,a  cape, a mask and carrying a bunch of cool gadgets on your utility belt?  I've always questioned Batman's sanity at taking on goons with fully automatic weapons and refusing to carry one of his own, but maybe it's just me.

Total combat?  Wouldn't that involve military combatives, gun combatives, fighter planes and tanks, etc?  Life and death struggle?  They still think martial arts is combat?  Kickboxing is combat?  What part of "total" and "combat" are they not understanding?  And this "total combat" has a "combat club" that's a great place for kids?  Hmm, just what we need.  A bunch of kids running around ready to commit combat as necessary.  Sounds like a Jedi Academy to me.   

Misleading advertising.  Sigh.  Besides, I think there are already real combat clubs for kids out there.  They're called things like Crypts and Bloods.  Traditionally, they're not too well thought of by society.

But hey, if I get to wear a rubber bat suit and run around fighting gangsters with my bare hands, cool gadgets and a really neat car, sign me up!   

Holy side kick!  I think I'm having a bat-epiphany!

[Wild Bill]

  I've always questioned Batman's sanity at taking on goons with fully automatic weapons and refusing to carry one of his own, but maybe it's just me.

I love comics.  I think some of the best Batman stories I have read are ones where he is portrayed as being bat shit crazy.  It makes sense.  He runs around fighting crime in a bat suit.  Seeing his parents murdered cracked his mind.  At one point Batman did use a gun.  In his earliest adventures he was fond of throwing criminals in vats of acid.  What was this thread about again?

[Kentbob]

  Right on, Wild Bill.  I don't know about the crazy ones, but I love comics too, and especially Batman.  He is my favorite, so its only natural that I would want to fight like Batman.  Now, dammit!


Kent

[mleone]

The bat suit is sexy! I bet we can get chicks in it!
Not to mention that kick ass utility belt!

Keysi, has some redone concepts similar to mark hatmakers stonewall defense!
They just repackaged it like every one else!
We will know when the videos come out!

Silat 2 handed block= Spear=Jamming Center Line=2 Handed reflexive block=sucker punch drill=and it goes on!

Many systems are still living off of movie fame hype and this isnt the first.

[Ed Stowers]

Okay, Kentbob, this one's for you.  Think of a mener, less PC Batman.   

          The Dark Knight stepped from the confines of his chariot of blue-black steel and moved out into the night.  Animal Man was loose in the darkness, and tonight it was the prey for a bat.
   Moving to the edge of the crumbling brick warehouse in the darkness of Gotham’s industrial district, the Caped Crusader removed the projection pistol from his utility belt and attached a small grappling hook and line.  His gloved hand shot skyward, the hook was fired, and moments later he was scaling the wall, his cape billowing against the moon and casting long fingers along the side of the warehouse.
   In moments he had opened the window, first having to spray it with a fine oil mixture to prevent creaking, and then he was through, moving carefully along the catwalk above the steaming vats below.
   On the floor below, four men in stood watching another individual.  Two of the men carried Thompson submachine guns.  The others were clearly trouble as well, the type of muscle favored as “torpedoes” by local organized crime lords.  Yet it was the lone individual who attracted Batman’s attention.  He was tall, lithe, of pale face and red lips, with huge square teeth and a shock of bristly green hair.
   “All we have to do is to put this concoction into the city water supply,” the green-haired clown was saying, “and then everyone will be ours.  They’ll be laughing themselves silly, so hard they can’t do a thing to stop us.  And only we have the antidote and they’ll have to buy it from us…illegally, of course, and at high street prices.  It is a win-win situation for us, gentlemen.  There’s no way we can lose.”
   In the darkness, the Batman’s hooded eyes glowed a deadly white color, and then they narrowed as he stepped from the shadows, appearing like a dark ghost as he silently stepped up behind one of the men holding machine guns.  “There’s one way you can lose, Joker,” the Cowled Crusader replied, and his voice a harsh rasp in the dark.
   The voice caught them by surprise.  The closest man with the Thompson jumped and whirled, bringing the muzzle of the submachine gun upward.  An armored forearm deflected the muzzle and kept it from rising, even as a gloved hand stabbed into the gangster’s eyes.
   The gangster screamed and ducked his head back, trying to flinch away and his left hand shot for his face, holding the blocked machine gun to one side even as his comrades clawed for the guns in their jackets.  But the Dark Knight was already moving into him, wrapping one hand around his head to guide him in a circle as his other fist locked over the gangster’s gun hand, gripping the hand holding the trigger.
   The other gangster with a machine gun was the greatest threat.  Batman held his victim’s hand as the goon spasmodically squeezed the submachine gun’s trigger, and then guided the Thompson’s muzzle upward to send a stream of .45 ACP slugs stitching across the torso of the other gangster before he could loose a single round.  The stricken criminal staggered backwards and did a half pirouette, firing a dozen slugs from his own machine gun into the floor before he collapsed on his face.
   Batman kept the muzzle moving as the Thompson emptied its drum.  A buzz saw of lead chopped down another goon just the last gangster got his pistol out and fired.  Batman shoved the captured man into him, dodging back into the shadows as the goon emptied his pistol into the first man.  Batman ducked into the shadows behind the cover of a huge crate as gunfire echoed in the warehouse, and his hand pulled a Bat-arang from his utility belt.
   The last surviving gangster could not see him.  He was standing in shock, staring at his partner, whom he had just gunned down by accident.  A black-gloved hand hurled in that instant, and the flying weapon caught the gangster in the head.  The criminal had no time to see it coming, a silent black bat of steel hurtling out of the darkness, and he collapsed like a wet bag of sand a moment later, his empty .45 clattering to the concrete floor.
   The Dark Knight circled the crate and approached the Joker’s position from the flank, but as he positioned to attack, the door of the warehouse clanged shut.  The Clown Prince of Darkness had abandoned his allies, saving himself as was the norm for criminals of his ilk, who had no loyalty beyond to themselves.  Yet he still in the game, toying with his enemy, wanting Batman to follow him.
   It was the Joker’s game, as it always was.  The Joker made the rules.  Batman’s job was to break them.
   The Batman knelt briefly and checked the cut on the unconscious gangster’s head.  He’d live, though probably suffering with a concussion and a lot of vomiting.  But he’d live.  It was a far option better than his former partners had received.  Each had been stitched open from crotch to eyeball with a deadly rain of lead slugs.  Their days of preying on the weak and helpless were over. 
Now there was only one left to catch.
   The Caped Crusader retrieved his Bat-arang and collapsed it before returning it to his utility belt.  He pulled his projection gun and loaded a flash-bang grenade.  He had a few surprises for the Joker of his own.
   Cautiously, like a wraith’s shadow, he blended into the darkness along the walls.  The Joker would expect him to follow through the door.  Batman wasn’t that stupid.  In moments he had scaled the catwalk and exited the window on the opposite side of the building from where he had entered, and was moving through the darkness, hunting a green-haired clown.  Somewhere an owl hooted.  There was death upon the night air, and a cool mist blowing a slat wind through the moonlight off Gothem City’s harbor.
   Somewhere an evil clown ran, and a dark bat stalked him through the night.

 

[Kentbob]

Okay, Kentbob, this one's for you.  Think of a mener, less PC Batman.   

       

  That's a little to mean!  I still maintain that Batman doesn't kill people, and he doesn't use guns!  Where did you get that, anyway?  That was a good piece of writing.

Kent

[Ed Stowers]

LOL.  Nowhere, I just made that passage up.  I kind of like mixing a little Mack Bolan in with my Batman tales when I write them.  You mut be ignoring the whole Dark Knight series, too.  He killed a lot of bad guys in that one, but I agree he never did in Bob Kane's original stuff.  But this one seemed more combat-oriented, like the forum.  I just thought you'd get a kick out of it...no pun intended.  

[TwoGun]

My buddy Ed is a talented writer.  Some day he's going to make it big.  What is amazing about his writing is that you can just pick a subject, a fictional subject that is, and he can write about it.  Sci-fi, fantasy, westerns, techno thrillers, whatever. 

He normally researches EVERYTHING he writes too so if he writes a wester and tell you that some calvery vs indian fight happend here on such and such a date, it really did.  I suspect if the previous post by him had gone on for more that three pages he would have to searched for every piece of batman info he could find before writing it.

The Batman movie guys should be jumping up and down trying to get him on thier staff!  But its thier loss....

[Kentbob]

LOL.  Nowhere, I just made that passage up.  I kind of like mixing a little Mack Bolan in with my Batman tales when I write them.  You mut be ignoring the whole Dark Knight series, too.  He killed a lot of bad guys in that one, but I agree he never did in Bob Kane's original stuff.  But this one seemed more combat-oriented, like the forum.  I just thought you'd get a kick out of it...no pun intended.  

  The Dark Knight series?  I don't think I'm familiar with that.   I haven't read Mack Bolan in forever. Good writing, Ed, I'm impressed.

Kent

[misshinryu]

Ed,
I thought you cut and paste that from somewhere else. Great writing

[Professor]

The bat suit is sexy!  Not to mention that kick ass utility belt!

I worry about you........