Frustration in MMA Training Session

Come on, Marty! Please, please punch me. Please.

Oh, my God.

Yes.

He wanted me to hurt him, essentially.

Come on, Marty. Turn it... Yeah, good boy.

He kept saying, "Good boy." Does he realize I'm fucking 38

years old and I've done

this for 20 fucking years?

Good boy. Good boy. Ooh, Marty can't hit.

I was about to go to a little fucking dark place.

Oh.

Oh.

He didn't even get me this time. I'm down. Crash, chat.

Oh.

That's the clip. That's the clip, chat.

They're always clip farming. Uh, it just fucking pissed me off.

30 seconds in the fight.

If that was a real MMA fight.

Shut the fuck up.

Shut up. The show's over. The clown's over.

You wanna get fucking good or you wanna keep going with this circus

act?

Yeah.

'Cause I don't wanna waste my fucking time with this clown show shit. All right?

Yes, sir.

I'm very passionate about fighting.

Yes, sir.

I'm very passionate about getting people better, but I'm not passionate about

trying to look for clips and shit.

All right.

Okay? When I started training 18 years ago,

it wasn't about the

fucking money. It wasn't about fucking clips and views.

You guys live in a different generation than I do. Okay?

Mm.

That's why you guys call me a fucking unk. Yes, I am.

Fucking train. He's been knocked out before the same way.

When he's 40 years old, he won't be able to put together a

sentence.

Fucking embarrassing. It was like a dad yelling at his son, uh, for

doing too much.