Guest Post by Style Master General, Illmatical<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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I’m not down for sit ups, horse stances or getting punched in my face in order to receive — strike that — pay for a belt of any color. Don’t get it twisted, I’ve opened a few faces, but my preference for combat and martial arts; this brother prefers to lamp in front of a flat screen with a Curvehouse model, the type that is getting by on her tits and ass. From my couch, armed with chicken wings and french fries, soaking in that bitter hot sauce; I can watch the hero go on a quest to save his lady, find the master or avenge his murdered family.<\/p>\n

That’s how I like my martial arts.<\/p>\n

For me, it has always been about the stories. Let’s say that there are 500 martial arts movies. How many of them are good? Honestly, how many of them can go beyond the genre and subdue a naysayer?<\/p>\n

Truthfully, only a handful are really good.<\/p>\n

These days, we’re inundated with remakes and films saturated with special effects; save all of that, I’d rather digest a good story. Stories are important, that’s what people really want.<\/p>\n

Think about it, the most influential martial artist in the world, Bruce Lee; he never fought in organized competition. However, his myth, his story, he has more fiends than the rock. When his stans can’t get a fix in film, they’ll settle for people who knew him; paying all types of money to attend a Bruce Lee seminar.<\/p>\n

A Bruce Lee seminar? Y’all ninjas are crazy.<\/p>\n

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