#Lightning Teep

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Fahsuchon Sit O(Lightning Teep)

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■หมดยก》"บันทึกนักมวยยอดเยี่ยม 2527-2546" ●ก้องธรณี พยัคฆ์อรุณ (2527)~ฉะเชิงเทรา ●ฉมวกเพชร 5 พลัง (2528)~ชลบุรี ●พนมทวนเล็ก 5พลัง (2529)~มหาสารคาม ●หลังสวน พันธ์ยุทธภูมิ (2530)~พะเยา ●สามารถ พยัคฆ์อรุณ (2531)~ฉะเชิงเทรา ●แก่นศักดิ์ ส.เพลินจิต (2532)~สมุทรปราการ ●แก่นศักดิ์ ส.เพลินจิต (2533)~สมุทรปราการ ●แสนเมืองน้อย ลูกเจ้าพ่อมเหศักดิ์ (2534)~ร้อยเอ็ด ●เจริญทรัพย์ เกียรติบ้านช่อง (2535)~นครศรีธรรม ราช ●วังจั่นน้อย ส.พลังชัย (2536)~ลพบุรี ●โอโรโน่ พ.เมืองอุบล (2537)~อุบลราชธานี ●ขาวผ่องเล็ก ลูกสุรธรรม (2538)~นครราชสีมา ●นำศักดิ์น้อย ยุทธการกำธา (2539)~สุราษฏร์ธานี ●อนันตศักดิ์ พันธ์ยุทธภูมิ (2540)~สุรินทร์ ●เก้าล้าน เก้าวิชิต (2541)~สงขลา ●แสนชัย ส.คำสิงห์ (2542)~มหาสารคาม ●ฟ้าสุชล ศิษย์โอ (2543)~บุรีรัมย์ ●ธงชัย ต.ศิลาชัย (2544)~นครราชสีมา ●สิงห์ดำ เกียรติหมู่ 9 (2545)~บุรีรัมย์ ●อนุวัฒน์ แก้วสัมฤทธิ์ (2546)~นครศรีธรรมราช

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some more vines/tiktok for borderlandscast

or whatever it is that you kids call it these days!

rythian and his lactose intolerance:

rythian: (eyeing the plate of crackers and cheese on his desk and mildly sweating, camera jolts as he lunges for it, causing feed to blur)

ravs: (sprinting to rythian’s room with the chorus of ‘holding out for a hero’ dubbed over; as soon as he slams open the door, the gentle guitar ceases, replaced by the dramatic strum as he tosses a bottle of lactaid...right into rythian’s face)

rythian: (music ceases as he slowly slumps down out of frame and his voice is weak but grateful) my hero...

panda and their arsenal:

nilesy (badly dressed up as a security guard): you can pass, good citizen.

teep: (signs thank you and moves through checkpoint; they have a giant knife clearly strapped to their back)

panda: (checkpoint beeps, and panda pauses)

nilesy: (steps in front of panda) sorry, but i’m gonna need you to empty your pockets.

panda: (groans and rolls eye, and starts to remove a single weapon at a time from their pockets and piling it on the table)

nilesy: (adopts a glazed look as the pile continues to grow)

arsenal’s custom greetings:

arsenal: today, i’m gonna teach y’all how to properly greet a fellow captain. (view bobs in his hand as he breaks into a jog) HAMHA! (he slams his fist into daltos’ face)

daltos: (getting up) YOU...HAMBITCH! (lunges for arsenal, who chortles)

lalna’s doki doki:

arsenal: (blowing up a paper bag, slides behind lalna and pops it)

lalna: (emits a shriek of epic proportions before wheezing like a deflating balloon)

arsenal: did that make your heart go... (cue intense zoom on his face so he has a double chin and menacing grin) doki doki?

panda and their arsenal part two:

panda: (still removing weapons, this time shaking out their hoodie which continues to drop weapons onto the pile, which is now knee high)

nilesy: (has pulled out a magazine and is reading; the magazine is full of cats wearing bikinis)

teep: (can be seen in the background, perusing a stack of books from vendor)

lalna and his creation:

lalna: (leaning over camera with terrible spooky glow cast by flashlight; lightning caused by larry robert flickers in the background) IT’S...ALIVE!!!!

leggy gun: (said gun twitches on the bench and slowly rises to face lalna)

lalna: (voice cracks as he coos) say daddy!

leggy gun: DADDy!!!!!! (albeit heavily distorted and in a loader’s terrifying monotone, amplified through loudspeaker)

lalna: (shedding tears) OH, I’M SO PROUD!

larry robert: (dabs in background)

ravs the rooster and an unfortunate victim:

zoeya: (rocky feed as she hoists it up; happy clucking can be heard that grows louder) so what we have here is a vulture, not a chicken. ravs, do you know why you’re a vulture?

ravs the rooster: ovo? uwu! (zoeya holds the camera up properly to focus on the whiteboard sign hanging around ravs’ neck) uwu!

the sign says: i participated in postmortem cannibalism by stealing panda’s dropped chicken nugget, flying onto the roof and eating it in front of them despite my beloved lesbians yelling at me to drop it.

sips and dirt:

sips: (fully dressed and standing in shower) boy, i love coming home to a refreshing hot shower! (pulls something off screen so that a bucket of high quality dirt is dumped over his head; he majestically throws his head back in slow motion to scatter the dirt everywhere; ‘fergilicious’ also plays as he fans himself with a noteful of hundos; dollar bill glasses also spawn on his face)

zoeya and skags:

zoeya: (soft tones of ‘i wanna be like you’ start playing as she nods and gestures to a horde of domesticated skags behind her; as soon as the beat kicks in, all the skags, including zoeya, start to rapidly spin on the spot)

romeo and juliet, bandit style:

sparkles: (wearing a psycho mask with a jaunty blonde wig badly stapled to it) romeo, oh romeo, wherefore art thou romeo?

parvis: (voice reciting lines grows louder in volume before sparkles swings view over to a ramp; parvis approaches, dressed like a bandit edgelord, riding a christmas light decked out stingray) but soft, what light through yonder window breaks? (his voice starts to scream) it is the east and juliet is THE TITS!!!!!!!! (he hits the ramp upon the last two words and goes sailing into sparkles)

panda and their arsenal, part three:

panda: (hoodie is back on, is now thumping their upended boot; guns are still falling out; the pile is now waist high)

nilesy: (playing cat’s cradle with a string in both hands next to panda)

teep: (in background, is holding a tote bag filled with books and is now buying food)

trott is the sand guardian:

trottimus: (buried in sand up to chin) i am the guardian, guardian of the sand!

ross and alsmiffy: (both crouch low and slap sand mountain containing trottimus, and recite in perfect unison) posiedon quivers before him!

trottimus: (alsmiffy lobs a single bucket of water at trottimus) fuck off!!! (sputters and coughs as feed cuts)

lomadia and vapourwave:

lomadia: (swinging a baby rakk around and doting on it, set to that one vapourwave song like in that vine feat a woman and her cat)

arden and dick, janitors:

arden and dick: (slither across hallway floor like a pair of rocky crocodiles; ‘pink panther’ theme plays as the two approach someone’s abandoned trash and swallow it in one gulp and depart as silently as they arrived)

panda and their arsenal, final part:

panda: (unfolds eyepatch to remove one last gun from there) and that’s the last one!

nilesy: you may proceed in-

teep: (approaches and signs ‘i’m done shopping, let’s go’)

panda and nilesy: (both loudly groan, mostly panda, who starts to stuff guns back, starting with the eye one)

nanosounds takes sides:

strife: hello ma’am, nice to meet you! (shakes nano’s left hand, which pops off and he gazes at it, embarrassed and surprised)

nanosounds: oh, don’t worry! (sudden close up of toothy grin) i’m all right!

strife: (swiftly karate chops her on head with her own arm) no.

will’s nightmare:

strife: (clearly struggling in a dark room lit up by a lone bulb, initial view is of his neck and chin) NO, GET ME OUT! (view retreats to show him encased in layers of ties)

strife: (wakes up in cold sweat, wearing his trademark suit and sunglasses) looks like i was...TIED UP last night! (a second pair of sunglasses descend from above onto his face)

crying wolf:

alsmiffy: (mocking documentary voice) and what we have here, folks, is an extremely rare case of ‘crying wolf’, in my room. (steps over an inert trottimus wearing a banana suit, who is on the floor) ignore the trash.

ross: (curled up on floor, loudly blowing nose into towel) no, i don’t understand, because WHY DID THE THREE LITTLE PORKY BUGGERS MURDER THE BIG BAD WOLF? HE DID NOTHING AGAINST THE LAWS OF THE LAND-

trottimus: (trips alsmiffy using top of banana suit) :)

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Savvas Michael: The Greek Hero of Muay Thai Boxing

The Greek heroes of the ancient world are the stuff of myth and legend. What about the modern age that we live in; are there any sons of Zeus lurking in the shadows of the right here and now? One likely candidate is the professional Muay Thai fighter Savvas Michael. Living and boxing under the banner of the Petchyindee Gym in Bangkok, the 18-year-old boy wonder is a 130lb talent to look out for, and a latter-day Greek hero made flesh in the ring.

A farang (foreigner) beating on badass Thais is big news in the fighting press of the Free West. Could Savvas Petchyindee be the next Ramon Dekkers? After the drubbing metered out to Suanluang TBM Gym at Lumpinee Stadium in Bangkok, you don't have to consult the Oracle of Delphi for the future odds on that. It's more than doable for the kid from Cyprus.

Let's be perfectly clear. For a nak muay farang (foreign kickboxer) to fight on the sacred canvas of Lumpinee Stadium in Bangkok, Thailand is a big deal. For a nak muay farang to win, and win big, at Lumpinee is cause for the Gods to have a bacchanalian party up on Mount Olympus. Over five rounds Savvas Michael was the daddy of the yard in this 132lb contest. Stepping on the Thai tough nut with the speed of Hermes, and the boxing brain of a war god, the teen sensation had an answer for every swarm and blow.

Setting the pace from the off, Savvas used his height and reach advantage in rounds 1 and 2 to decimate Suanluang with triple jabs, concussive knees and cheekbone cracking round kicks from either leg.

Then came the inevitable Round 3 Thai hail storm. With fury in the blood and venom in the limbs, Suanlong, way behind on points, upped the pace with a dogged salvo of knees and round kicks. Blood rained down on the punters but there was no Achilles heel to be found or exposed. Savvas responded in kind and it sent the Thai crowd of knee-jerk cheerleaders into a wild and squalling din.

The Gods like to test those who go to war with the Thais in a boxing ring. The breakneck pace of the bout began to tell and the boxing duo began to show tinges of fatigue during Round 4. But Hermes protects the sportsman and there would be no ignominious fate for Savvas the outsider. Boxing behind the left jab, he shot down Suanluang with the arrows of his limbs and opened up his face with Scythian elbows.

Bloodied but unbowed, Suanluang desperately chased the knock out with a plague of shots to little effect in Round 5. Buoyed up by the roaring Bangkok crowd, and fighting like a fearless beast, Savvas countered with precision boxing and a barrage of lightning round kicks that found their mark on the side of Suanluang's head. It was all-out war and hardly a teep (front kick) was thrown by either man during the five round knee fest.

At the end of the contest there was neither pause nor deliberation from the three Thai judges at ringside. Savvas was the unanimous winner. It was a performance worthy of Ares that no speech could afford. Critics, doubters and naysayers at ringside were gelded into silence because no one expected it to happen.

"The white boy did good," said one Thai punter at ringside.

"I bet on the wrong guy," said another.

For his opponent, the formidable Suanluang, there was only the sad but honorable reward of a points defeat. There was no fit of pique from the square-jawed Thai, but he'll be more fearful of Greeks via Cyprus bearing gifts next time round.

As for Savvas, the teen prizefighter from the island of Aphrodite, Adonis, Humus and Taramasalata, his eye is on big time bouts with the best-of-the-best and the glory of deathless fame.

"My ambition is to win the Rajadamnern and Lumpinee belt."

Winning a Rajadamnern and Lumpinee belt is a labor worthy of Heracles. He might be 18 (only just!) but Savvas is realistic and practical about his vision quest.

"I will fight one fight at a time," he says, "and take it from there. My dream is to become the best farang fighter and win the Lumpinee and Rajadamnern belt. It's been my dream ever since I was a child."

This isn't teenage braggadocio. Savvas has been living "one fight at a time" ever since he was a kid and is even sponsored by a leading forex broker.

"I turned professional when I was 13 and won my first title not long after."

Living in Thailand as a fighter in a Thai camp, Savvas has emerged as a rival now to all the Thais who fight.

"I just want to be known as the best foreign fighter out there at 130lbs. I want to be top dog."

130lbs, or thereabouts, is a happy medium for warfare. 135lbs is, after all, Thailand's hardest weight class.

This bout wasn't just a flash in the pan. This is his second prominent victory on the Bangkok stage, and Savvas wants to cement his rep as a fighter of worth.

"I want to fight the top Thais and to be able to fight them just like you would see a Thai fight a Thai."

Most guys would be resting on their laurels after big victory at Lumpinee Stadium. Not Savvas. It's back to home turf for a busman's holiday and a big ruck with Italian champ Yuri Gentile on June 25th.

"This guy's a tough nut but I'm a different breed of fighter."

After that bout, win, lose or draw, it's back to Thailand and Petchyindee Gym's munitions factory in Bangkok where Savvas now lives.

"I train hard and live in the gym like a monk. It's a strict regimen but I'm just one of the boys. This place is my home from home."

There's just one nagging problem for the young warhorse at Petchyindee Gym. His boxing might be fluent but his lingo isn't.

"It's Thailand. No one speaks much English here at the gym and I am the only farang. I'm learning Thai but it's really fucking hard."

Age denies glory for some but not the young. The greater the glory, the great the risk; but will the thirst for it cost him dear? Perhaps. But if the goal is victorious belts obtained, like Odysseus, another Greek hero from antiquity, he's going to be away from home for a very long time indeed.

Savvas Michael: The Greek Hero of Muay Thai Boxing published first on http://ift.tt/2pLTmlv