Black Boxing School. Classic. Also known as Afro-American and that fits, because that style was developed in the United States of America within the Black human communities, far from Africa, but still.
Check the feet, standing like in that ring the Gypsy dances around in and out, the Irish drops all hist sweat into throwing hooks and upper cuts. Some laugh about Creed and the old tyre from a buddy Redneck workshop, but you have to fight the fear being that close. They call that being brave, both Redneck and Black, the Irish blunt murder.
Then check the speed. They are fast. Right? Super fast and still hit hard. You can hear by their breathing. They fight with their lungs, too. They can catch a hit with their stomach by breathing out and step back immediately back into that tyre position to counter hit combos of japs and straights.
Check the left guy of the two Black style fighters and understand that his hips go into the fast jap. That jap is typical for them. It is a provocation, it means come close, get in range, let me teach you speed in precision executed. It will hurt. There is pain. Speed is pain.
The other blocks with his gloves, in a street fight that is his hand, a loose hand no fist that goes open in defense, that comes on the move when the arm catapults towards a hit spot and is a concrete solid fist when it hits or gets deranged by a hand..
Boxing is coltoure. Boxing is life.
No matter school we all die in style.
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