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I would've been on some Mr. Myagi wax on, wax off tip. Since avoiding being hit in the face by the simple notion of moving the head is so alien to Hatton, I'm thinking something else would have to trigger what should be a natural instinct instead of the phrase "Move ya head." Like President Bush ducked them shoes, I would've had Ricky duckin my whip cream apple pie.
The first shot would've been a free shot. I would of been like "Hey Ricky, think fast...*SPLATT*
After the initial shock, humiliation and laughter I would've let Hatton know that this is what he was in for for the next 3 months and that he better remain alert.
Who wants to get hit in the face with a pie right?
So bam, right there you teach a mini lesson on defense. From there I would've been constantly trying to beam him with pies until he got so good he could duck them with his eyes closed. Simple enough.
After that, I would've moved on to some funky stuff on a boxing glove and tried to jab and feint at him with it. Maybe **** or vomit. His senses would be extremely heightened, instincts would take over, and he would've been trying to avoid contact with the glove like he was MW Jr. I'd do drills like this constantly and mix in the element of surprise with the pie before sending him in for some sparring where the guys have on some of that stinky glove. I'd start slow and then increase the pace, doing everything naturally so the pie and poo dodges aren't rehearsed. There would've been some nasty days, but I think it could've paid off.
After 12 weeks with me, I would've turned on a once dormant instinct and Ricky would've been a damn ninja.
I would've been on some Mr. Myagi wax on, wax off tip. Since avoiding being hit in the face by the simple notion of moving the head is so alien to Hatton, I'm thinking something else would have to trigger what should be a natural instinct instead of the phrase "Move ya head." Like President Bush ducked them shoes, I would've had Ricky duckin my whip cream apple pie.
The first shot would've been a free shot. I would of been like "Hey Ricky, think fast...*SPLATT*
After the initial shock, humiliation and laughter I would've let Hatton know that this is what he was in for for the next 3 months and that he better remain alert.
Who wants to get hit in the face with a pie right?
So bam, right there you teach a mini lesson on defense. From there I would've been constantly trying to beam him with pies until he got so good he could duck them with his eyes closed. Simple enough.
After that, I would've moved on to some funky stuff on a boxing glove and tried to jab and feint at him with it. Maybe **** or vomit. His senses would be extremely heightened, instincts would take over, and he would've been trying to avoid contact with the glove like he was MW Jr. I'd do drills like this constantly and mix in the element of surprise with the pie before sending him in for some sparring where the guys have on some of that stinky glove. I'd start slow and then increase the pace, doing everything naturally so the pie and poo dodges aren't rehearsed. There would've been some nasty days, but I think it could've paid off.
After 12 weeks with me, I would've turned on a once dormant instinct and Ricky would've been a damn ninja.
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