Inner Secrets Of Martial Arts Success...

      Ignites YOUR fight ability.. like a blow torch on a gas tank    "Beat Up Martial Artist Discovers Wild Shortcut Training Secrets That Makes You Unstoppable in Any Fight  Faster Than Clark Kent On Meth!"   While Sitting In Your Most Comfortable Chair, Quickly Discover The Missing Links That Rapidly Catapults Your Ability to Devastate, Humiliate, and Crush Any Opponent Like a Fly.    All Without Years in Some Boring Class,  No Matter What Style You Fight or Want to Fight     Yes, These Are THE Methods NO Instructor Will Ever Tell You Even If By Some Freak Chance They Do Know Themselves   From: Rod TurnerDate:   Dear Friend, Ignore this and you might be wearing a body bag one day! (I nearly did!) In the next 5 minutes you're going to have one of three reactions to what I'm about to reveal to you.  Yes, I'm interested in what you've got to offer me, in fact I can't wait to take advantage of it. OR I'm not sure yet, please tell me more... OR No, I'm not interested in the least and I choose to remain a mediocre fighter at best. Whichever it is, if you've got 5 minutes, you owe it to yourself to find out which group you're in.   98% of all martial arts and self defence instructors show you no more than the nuts and bolts of techniques.   They can show you little of how to train them, "own" them, and how to use them effectively, to transform yourself into the almost unstoppable fighter you need to be in this day and age. My wakeup call luckily came at an early age and at a time and place that didn't put me in the morgue. I'd been training half assed for a few years but I thought I was pretty hot anyway. Until I got the shit beat out of me in a big and embarrassing way. Now I said luckily because it was 1978. If it had been 2007 then I probably wouldn't be telling you now. In those 29 years the world has become a vastly more dangerous place You need to know this stuff NOW and have the skills NOW! Not in a years time. Because if you did what I did in 1978, you'd be leaving that party in a body bag! Or worse still having your family have to decide when to turn off your life support.   Here's What Blasted Me Out of Fantasy Land     A good friend had just moved into a real interesting share house. Two of the five bedrooms were unusable because the previous "tenants" had pulled up the floor for firewood. There had been some very "creative" erotic mural work with gloss house paint too. Anyway this party was wild. Even the floorless rooms were packed! All but one bedroom that was locked up to store everyone's stuff so it wouldn't get trashed. One of the girls needed something from her bag. She found it open and minus some major cash. Of all the dumb ass things she had the months rent money in there! And you know she wasn't even blonde! The "hosts" decided to ask everyone to put in a few bucks to make it up. As the party was really going off they figured no one would care too much about the "good time " levy. Later in the night one of the girls rushed in and said that there was trouble outside. So being the typically overconfident young martial artist with delusions of being Bruce Lee, I strode outside to see the host of the party and his gaping empty wallet on the porch. Some rather ugly dude I had never seen before was walking away hunched over muttering "I'm not giving you any f'n money." I caught him up and put my hand on his shoulder. My intention was to "explain" the thing about the "levy" properly to him.   He Started to Turn...   BAM! I couldn't see properly anymore. It sounded like a dentist drill was in my ear and my shoulder hurt where I landed on the ground after I fell off the side of the porch. Someone hauled me by the arm, kicked me in the ribs and dragged me off into the darkness. I was hauled up by the hair (it was the 70's!) and held tight. Blows rained in like fire crackers on Chinese new year.   I could do nothing but take it. Fear and pain rushed over me as the adrenalin dump emptied my bladder. I was dragged to the ground and now kicks cranked up the fear. I curled into the foetal position. I think I heard of in the distance someone yell "leave him alone you ......" I was in deep shit and I knew it, when the kicks to the head no longer hurt, They just made funny crunching sounds as they landed.   A voice in my head said "you could die here"   Some part of me replied, "better do something" None of the fancy martial arts shit I'd learned seemed to be there anymore. Somehow I got on my feet again by autopilot. I seemed beyond pain. I hit out in the general direction of the last blow with my left and sort of fell that way too. Someone grabbed me. I lunged toward the pull and cracked heads with someone and the pulling stopped. I caught a glimpse of light from