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Speaker 2: outside reporting from the underbelly with me Jake Hanrahan. To
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Speaker 2: away Days TV. This is part one, No Rules Is
Speaker 2: No Rules, Episode two. This podcast is a production of
Speaker 2: H eleven Studio and Call Zone Media. I leave the
Speaker 2: hotel at eleven pm and jump in the rental card
Speaker 2: that I've got. The guy at the desk said he'd
Speaker 2: upgraded me, given me a much bigger car for camp.
Speaker 2: Turns out the streets and can a very narrow and
Speaker 2: the likelihood of scratching a car increases significantly when said
Speaker 2: car is upgraded to being much bigger. Clearly he was
Speaker 2: looking to pocket the deposit. Let me just tell you
Speaker 2: they really hate Brits here in the south of France.
Speaker 2: I take my time driving through the night, following the
Speaker 2: map to get to the destination this victor fella sent
Speaker 2: me earlier. I drive up steep hills and I can
Speaker 2: see the sparkling lights of the harbor in the distance,
Speaker 2: where celebrity yachts bob up and down. The roads here
Speaker 2: are dark. The few street lights that are installed on
Speaker 2: this steep incline illuminate only big gates with high walls.
Speaker 2: This is a compound type community for people that make
Speaker 2: huge profits. Even in the dark. The area seems quiet, discreete,
Speaker 2: and affluent. After about ten minutes, are pulled to a
Speaker 2: stop at the location. It's a turning circle at the
Speaker 2: top of a hills, surrounded by fenced off wasteland, characteristic
Speaker 2: for the opulence of the rest of this area. A
Speaker 2: message Victor, I'm here. He's seen it. No reply, though
Speaker 2: I sit around waiting. This is surely a ruse. They're
Speaker 2: laughing now about how they tricked the nosy reporter me
Speaker 2: into traveling to can into a rich gated community. No
Speaker 2: less to see a no rules fight on concrete. I'm
Speaker 2: sure of it. I get out the car and wander
Speaker 2: around the street. Lights are dull here, but enough to
Speaker 2: illuminate the Waldorf housing compounds connected to the wasteland. It's
Speaker 2: the tail end of a wealthy street, but with a
Speaker 2: few strangely abandoned buildings on the wasteland, no doubt ready
Speaker 2: to be torn down by developers. My phone buzzes Victor.
Speaker 2: Two minutes. I head back to the car and wait.
Speaker 2: Sure enough, a small black VW pulls up the hill,
Speaker 2: headlights and blur faces.
Speaker 3: Inside. The car is full.
Speaker 2: It pulls to a stop near me, and Lad's dressed
Speaker 2: in all black hop out. They look around. They seem paranoid.
Speaker 2: A few of them are wearing black face masks. One
Speaker 2: has sunglasses on. Past midnight. I exit my car wearily
Speaker 2: and greet them. They nod, say hi, and then two
Speaker 2: of them tell me their names. It's Victor and Leon.
Speaker 2: Thank god, it's not a scam. I'm not allowed to
Speaker 2: record at this point, but in thick French accents, they
Speaker 2: explain in English that they just wanted to meet me
Speaker 2: before the fight tomorrow. They seem more nervous than I am.
Speaker 2: But the fight is actually real and it will be
Speaker 2: taking place in one of the abandoned buildings behind the
Speaker 2: spiked fence of the wasteland. Honestly, I can't think of
Speaker 2: a worse place to hold an illegal underground fight. But
Speaker 2: they explain that not everything in can is Rolex and Hollywood.
Speaker 2: The palm trees, the yachts, the red carpets. That's all
Speaker 2: the rich folk to and can into a playground for themselves.
Speaker 2: They say there's another side to the city. Though that's
Speaker 2: where these guys are from. Lower income, drugs and inequality.
Speaker 2: Due to the ultra wealthy buying up the land and
Speaker 2: the luxury bricks and water can property prices rise even
Speaker 2: for those living below the breadline. The richest ten percent
Speaker 2: of people in France owe nearly half of all the
Speaker 2: money and property in the country. As you can imagine,
Speaker 2: the beauty of the southern French coast is a huge
Speaker 2: magnet for this abundant wealth, and so Leon and Victor
Speaker 2: explained to me that there's a deeper reasoning for them
Speaker 2: to hold an illegal, violent exit society type event inside
Speaker 2: the belly of the Beast. They tell me that this
Speaker 2: is their way of taking back their city. Gentrification and
Speaker 2: movie stars might push them out of their own homes,
Speaker 2: but they won't stop them turning up and taking over
Speaker 2: one of their abandoned buildings for a no rules fight.
Speaker 2: There's some defiance to this, as they explain it, their
Speaker 2: focus isn't necessarily political. It's just a very straightforward fuck
Speaker 2: you to a society that's happy to abandon them.
Speaker 3: I'm not gonna lie.
Speaker 2: I quite like these lads already taking back something unavailable
Speaker 2: to them due to hyper plutocracy, even if just for
Speaker 2: a moment, is quite appealing. I've seen my own town
Speaker 2: back in England become more and more expensive while conditions
Speaker 2: get worse and worse. Why because rich yuppies from London
Speaker 2: are able to buy a nice but cheap houses near
Speaker 2: the train station and commute one hour into the city
Speaker 2: for work. Problem is they spend next to no money
Speaker 2: in our town and simply use it as a place
Speaker 2: to sleep. We got all the negatives of a dying
Speaker 2: town and none of the questionable positives of gentrification. It's
Speaker 2: not exactly the yuppies fault, but it's nonetheless excruciating to
Speaker 2: see the council try to rebrand the shitthole as a
Speaker 2: business hub while working families from the area get poorer
Speaker 2: and poorer. I like the idea of Leon and Victor's
Speaker 2: fight club. I agreed to head back in the morning,
Speaker 2: very early in the morning, though, they said like in
Speaker 2: four hours. They want it to be low key before
Speaker 2: the rich folk wake up. I head back to my
Speaker 2: hotel and set about ten alarms. After a few hours
Speaker 2: of trying to sleep, my first alarm goes off.
Speaker 3: Great.
Speaker 2: I couldn't sleep. Honestly, I'm pretty buzzing to see my
Speaker 2: first properly organized no rules fight club, as opposed to
Speaker 2: just two lads meeting up like Joey and Bashtid. I
Speaker 2: get ready, first down about a pint of coffee, and
Speaker 2: drive up to the gate community where the fight will
Speaker 2: take place. As the sun rises, the beauty of the
Speaker 2: is visible from every corner of the winding roads up
Speaker 2: to the fight area. The view alone must add an
Speaker 2: extra fifty grand to the house prices here must be
Speaker 2: incredible to wake up to that.
Speaker 3: Every morning.
Speaker 2: Drive up the hill and the total and complete contrast
Speaker 2: dawns on me, the safe, sanitized, wealthy neighborhood and the
Speaker 2: organized ultra violence that's about to take place. It's perfect.
Speaker 2: No rules is more than just fighting. I pull up
Speaker 2: to the wasteland and I can see it all now.
Speaker 2: A few broken down buildings behind, a spiked iron fence,
Speaker 2: overgrown shrubbery in every direction, a huge concrete water tower nearby.
Speaker 2: It's a strange mess at the highest point of what's
Speaker 2: otherwise a beautiful place to live. One of the lads
Speaker 2: steps out from the makeshift fight venue, all in black,
Speaker 2: head to toe, balaklava hood up emotions for me to
Speaker 2: come through a bent out gap in the railings. So
Speaker 2: I jump out the car and off I go up.
Speaker 3: How are you doing? No bad? Three? The gap is
Speaker 3: the arena fight over here.
Speaker 2: Yeah, it's a crazy view.
Speaker 3: There's a lot of people who around here. No worry
Speaker 3: about the police. You didn't catch that.
Speaker 2: I said that, you're not worried about the police, and
Speaker 2: Victor said, we're gonna say proper delinquents. As for the building,
Speaker 2: it's a crumbling concrete block with two floors. It's maybe
Speaker 2: an old observation post. Everything is covered wall to wall
Speaker 2: with random graffiti. All the windows are put through and
Speaker 2: some of the stairs are falling down the floor though,
Speaker 2: oh it's spotless. Whilst I was trying to sleep, this
Speaker 2: group of young French terrorways spent last night getting the
Speaker 2: place ready. They swept out the broken glass and piles
Speaker 2: of rubbish and what the concrete ground till it shined.
Speaker 2: They're very proud of it. This is their first proper
Speaker 2: event as the recently formed No Rules Fight Club, which
Speaker 2: now has a name FPVS. What FPVS stands for is
Speaker 2: hard to translate properly into English, but it basically means this,
Speaker 2: don't come around here. Trying to suck our dicks when
Speaker 2: we get big. No, I am not joking. That is
Speaker 2: about the clearest interpretation you can get. Two lads who
Speaker 2: founded FPVS. Victor and Leon are both twenty years old,
Speaker 2: and they look it. Neither of quite grown into their
Speaker 2: frames yet, and they're hardly the typical street fighters you
Speaker 2: might think of. But they're lean, alure and they hold
Speaker 2: themselves in a way that shows they're probably prone to mischief.
Speaker 2: Despite being up all night getting things ready, they're still
Speaker 2: full of energy or cocaine or a mix of both.
Speaker 2: Either way, they cannot wait for the chaos.
Speaker 3: What is it about fighting that you love?
Speaker 1: Sodri and Alindra, You don't have any another problem or
Speaker 1: you're just think to fight, concentrate and we love comportation
Speaker 1: and see who's the best.
Speaker 2: Leon has an air of old school French arrogance about
Speaker 2: him when he speaks, he's quite a lot like the
Speaker 2: guy that upgraded me with the big car. He's aloof
Speaker 2: shrugs a lot, that's just him. Victor is the opposite.
Speaker 2: He can't help but be friendly and candid. They were
Speaker 2: not duo, but it works. Both are well organized, highly motivated,
Speaker 2: and they both love fistfighting in a world that thinks
Speaker 2: they shouldn't.
Speaker 1: I can express myself nothing, the fact to help people,
Speaker 1: in the fact of extra vertin energy inside me. The
Speaker 1: society always you always be counted by people you can't
Speaker 1: really explore. And when there is no one, no rule,
Speaker 1: and no glove, you're just free, like you're just one
Speaker 1: and one, No no knife, no, just and one and one.
Speaker 1: And we see like it's the greatest thing. I think
Speaker 1: it's the best you.
Speaker 2: Feel like you said that, like society is always telling
Speaker 2: you like calm down, calm down. Do you think there's
Speaker 2: something inside you that, like inside everybody that can't always
Speaker 2: do that?
Speaker 1: I think, yeah, I think it's really important because here
Speaker 1: it's in a city where they want to show to
Speaker 1: people who they are. But there are nobody, you know,
Speaker 1: there is rich people in front of the beach.
Speaker 3: There nobody.
Speaker 1: You can't explode, you can't express way hourly inside of you.
Speaker 3: So do you do you prefer it? There is a level? Yeah,
Speaker 3: I think I think.
Speaker 1: I think it's it's grown adrenaline. You know, it's more magical,
Speaker 1: like you see when it's legal, like you need to
Speaker 1: add two A lot of foul, a lot of nile
Speaker 1: of paper. You need to do this to do this. No, no,
Speaker 1: we do what we want, what we want, we do.
Speaker 1: We don't have any restriction.
Speaker 3: We like our.
Speaker 1: Activities, we like our art, and this art it's much
Speaker 1: important if it does right away.
Speaker 3: So you see this as like art. You think this
Speaker 3: is art. Yeah, that's really interesting. You know.
Speaker 1: I don't know the definition of art. But when it's
Speaker 1: beautiful and you like it, you're crave it a little bit.
Speaker 1: You see it, you're happy a little bit. It's it's
Speaker 1: it's a shock for if you want to see people
Speaker 1: the body, but it's art.
Speaker 3: It's I don't like the castle. I like this. You
Speaker 3: like fighting.
Speaker 2: This is art. I don't like Pocasso. I like this
Speaker 2: for young lads like Leon No rules is a kind
Speaker 2: of art. The two lads who will be fighting for
Speaker 2: FPVS today in can I named Louis and Warren. The
Speaker 2: FPVS guys leave me up the stairs to meet them.
Speaker 2: The boys in the early twenty and are up on
Speaker 2: the remains of the abandoned structure's outdoor patio area, the
Speaker 2: shadow boxing, amidst piles of broken glass and concrete debris.
Speaker 2: From here I can see the perfect blue of the
Speaker 2: French Riviera's coastline. In the near distance, the sun has
Speaker 2: risen into a cloudless sky. The famous yachts at the
Speaker 2: harbor are twinkling, reflecting the light from the sun. Directly
Speaker 2: in front of me, though, on the patio, two thrill
Speaker 2: seeking lads are preparing to knock fuck out of each
Speaker 2: other as part of an underground fight scene. Even amidst
Speaker 2: the beauty of the court Desore, the unapologetic ugliness of
Speaker 2: pre arranged violence is most compelling. Several FPVS members, of
Speaker 2: which there are around a dozen, help the two fighters
Speaker 2: get in the zone. They wrap their hands, hold pads,
Speaker 2: g them up. Warren is black, about six foot two, muscular,
Speaker 2: lean and as a fighter's gait.
Speaker 3: Louis is white, about five.
Speaker 2: Nine, skinny, fat, and honestly seems out of his depth.
Speaker 2: I ask Louis why he came here, why he's decided
Speaker 2: to fight in such a hard core manner.
Speaker 3: Why are you going to do this myself?
Speaker 2: To be about the concrete floor, You're not worried about that.
Speaker 2: It's quite dangerous, I know. Luck As for Warren, it
Speaker 2: looks fine, confident, ready to go. Not nervous, Yes, no,
Speaker 2: not nervous.
Speaker 3: First time. Good luck.
Speaker 2: From where I'm standing, the odds don't look great. And
Speaker 2: let me tell you, as a teenager, I got my
Speaker 2: head kicked in plenty of times. I'm speaking from experience.
Speaker 2: This doesn't look great. Warren is shredded head to toe
Speaker 2: and Louis looks entirely uncoordinated without any real conditioning. It's,
Speaker 2: of course true that muscles don't win fights. With no rules,
Speaker 2: anything can happen. But still I feel a bit worried
Speaker 2: for Louis. I asked Leon what he thinks about the
Speaker 2: clear size difference. Indifferently, he just tells me they weigh
Speaker 2: the same. He shrugs it off and reminds me that
Speaker 2: Louis put himself here. He contacted the FPVS guys via telegram.
Speaker 2: He told them he wanted to fight, so now he's
Speaker 2: here to fight. If you can find the right people
Speaker 2: and are genuine about fighting, it can be that simple.
Speaker 2: Warren and Louis are still warming up with the FPVS crew,
Speaker 2: Deryl Mail and all around eighteen to twenty five. There
Speaker 2: are a mix of several different races, and each of
Speaker 2: them is dressed in a black tracksuit with various different
Speaker 2: brands of trainers. They're a blur of night tear Can, Balenciaga,
Speaker 2: Berbery and EA seven. Some of them have specially printed
Speaker 2: FPVS hoodies and T shirts. They mill around helping fighters,
Speaker 2: chatting and rolling splits. So the kind of lads the
Speaker 2: upper class of the Riviera probably crossed the road from
Speaker 2: They seem jovial enough to me, though when I get
Speaker 2: on well with them. Now, I'm obviously an outsider in
Speaker 2: this world, but they're all pretty chilled about it. No
Speaker 2: one has a real issue with me being there. I
Speaker 2: sit chatting to one of the guys as he holds
Speaker 2: pads for Louis, who is throwing wayward punches here and there.
Speaker 2: The FPVS guys cannot wait for the violence to start.
Speaker 2: Then we hear a shout from downstairs.
Speaker 3: It's time.
Speaker 2: Leon gathers the fighters and everyone heads down the half
Speaker 2: collapsed stairs into the main area where fights take place.
Speaker 2: There were two pillars in the center of the room.
Speaker 2: Red and white caution tape is wrapped around them loosely
Speaker 2: as a means to cordon off the area where the
Speaker 2: crowd now stands.
Speaker 3: On the floor.
Speaker 2: In the center, the FPBS logo is spray painted onto
Speaker 2: the concrete. A wolf with red eyes. The air smells
Speaker 2: like weed, smoke and stale sweat. Everyone inside is buzzy.
Speaker 2: Some are Warrent's friends, some are FPBS, and others are
Speaker 2: unaffiliated who guns and street fighters who've just come to
Speaker 2: watch the show is on. Louis looks nervous. Warren calm.
Speaker 2: He cracks his neck and bounces on his toes. Ready
Speaker 2: to go, Louis picks up the wraps on his wrist
Speaker 2: and clenches.
Speaker 3: His hands tight. He looks extremely uncomfortable.
Speaker 2: Leon walks into the center of the concrete room and
Speaker 2: signals that everything's ready. The two fighters join him on
Speaker 2: each side, and before the balling starts, everyone in the
Speaker 2: room sings the French national anthem with their handheld on
Speaker 2: their heart, an unexpected show of unity amidst this underground scene.
Speaker 2: He goes on and on and on. Everyone in the room,
Speaker 2: both masked and not sings along. Everyone but me, of course,
Speaker 2: I am British. I want to be sick now, many
Speaker 2: joking a bit la masse ends. Finally, the two fighters
Speaker 2: bump fists and head to opposite corners of the room.
Speaker 2: Leon signals by nodding at Victor. Victor gives the go ahead.
Speaker 3: It's on. Fight.
Speaker 2: Two fighters meet each other in the center. Louis throws
Speaker 2: a badly timed roundhouse kick. The bounce is clean off
Speaker 2: of Warren's leg. Warren throws two jabs straight into Luis's face,
Speaker 2: catching his chin, his day.
Speaker 3: His guard drops.
Speaker 2: Warren shifts in, grabs Louis, picks him up, drops him
Speaker 2: down to the concrete. Louis tries to throw some defensive punches,
Speaker 2: but Warren is all over him like a dog. He
Speaker 2: rains down elbows into Louis's face. Louis goes feetle covering
Speaker 2: up his head. Leon moves in from the sidelines, ready
Speaker 2: to see if the fight needs to be ended. The
Speaker 2: crowd is wild with excitement. They want blood. Warren continues
Speaker 2: dropping elbows. A few miss, a few smash into Louis's
Speaker 2: forehead and temple. Louis throws up his hands and taps
Speaker 2: the floor. He's done. Leon grabs warr pulls him off
Speaker 2: of Louis.
Speaker 3: The fight is over.
Speaker 2: Louie is helped up offer the concrete by FPVS lads.
Speaker 2: Wilt's bruises and bumps already pat in his face. He's
Speaker 2: got blood at his lips. He's well and truly beaten,
Speaker 2: but he's smiling, so is Warren. The two fighters embraced sincerely,
Speaker 2: and the crowd cheers even Louder win or lose respect
Speaker 2: in this world is essential.
Speaker 3: You're brave man.
Speaker 2: The fight lasted about one minute total. Louis got battered,
Speaker 2: but I'm not sure the outcome really mattered that much
Speaker 2: for him. He showed up, which counts for a lot
Speaker 2: when you consider the stakes. That's part of the notoriety
Speaker 2: of this. There's something uniquely daring about no rules. You
Speaker 2: could end up permanently disfigured, brain damaged, or dead, way
Speaker 2: easier than every other combat sport. No rules isn't sport.
Speaker 2: Ask Louis how he's feeling in as makeshift fpvs. Medics
Speaker 2: whoever's holding the plasters an antiseptic tend to his wounds.
Speaker 2: He tells me he feels good. He says he lost,
Speaker 2: but that's part of it. He's got blood in his
Speaker 2: mouth and knuckles of graze the skin around his eyes.
Speaker 2: Bit will live. Could have been a lot worse. No
Speaker 2: serious damage. I'm joking. I asked what his family might
Speaker 2: think when he comes home with his face backstop. Louis
Speaker 2: pauses for a second, then he laughs and says, don't
Speaker 2: tell my mother. In contrast, Warren is completely unscathed, not
Speaker 2: a mark, He's barely even broken a sweat. He tells
Speaker 2: me he traveled overnight for this and months to fight again.
Speaker 2: He's an ice lad. That both are pretty normal other
Speaker 2: than this, outside of the chaos of clandestine fighting. Warren
Speaker 2: works as a laborer on a building site, and Louis
Speaker 2: is a waiter in a restaurant. These violent young men
Speaker 2: build homes and serve food. They keep the world turning.
Speaker 2: The clandestine FPVS event was success. News of the fight
Speaker 2: club is spreading fast across France, already all across Instagram
Speaker 2: and Telegram. Afterwards, I head down to a pub in
Speaker 2: the city with Leon and Victor, out of one world
Speaker 2: into another. Hours ago we were in the bando watching
Speaker 2: two fighters try to incapacitate one another. Now we're in
Speaker 2: central can amongst Rolex shops, PALMDI or Smam and the
Speaker 2: ugliest Italian sports cars ever built of Aguinness. The FPVS
Speaker 2: lads tell me how they're different to cots and that
Speaker 2: they never pay anyone to fight. No one involved gets
Speaker 2: a penny. If anything, they're in a deficit after preparing
Speaker 2: it all. It's just for sport, they say, somewhat ironically. However,
Speaker 2: Leon and Victor explain to me that whilst they're different
Speaker 2: from Cots, they are of course inspired by them. All
Speaker 2: of the new Noruls fight clubs across Europe wouldn't exist
Speaker 2: if it wasn't for them. All roads lead to King
Speaker 2: of the Streets.
Speaker 3: Before they start King of the Streets.
Speaker 2: Hype Crew was one of many active football who look
Speaker 2: in firms in Europe. They'd meet mostly in the fields
Speaker 2: and forests of Scandinavia, fighting their rivals in pacts of
Speaker 2: ten against ten, six against six, fifteen against twelve, twenty
Speaker 2: five against twenty five, whatever was agreed on between organizers.
Speaker 2: This kind of activity takes place in secret all over
Speaker 2: the continent every single weekend. It's nothing new. Hype Crew, though,
Speaker 2: was when they started fighting. They were unique from the
Speaker 2: get go. They were a football who look in firm without.
Speaker 3: A football team.
Speaker 2: They're just all about the violence. This is not as
Speaker 2: unusual as it sounds amongst the seeing. It's an open secret.
Speaker 2: The plenty of football who logans in Mainland and Europe
Speaker 2: don't actually care that.
Speaker 3: Much about the football.
Speaker 2: It's the aggression, camaraderie, and sense of belonging that they love.
Speaker 2: Football is a base to gather for young men looking
Speaker 2: to be part of something the world over. For hooligans,
Speaker 2: the fight and sets that in stone. No matter how
Speaker 2: advanced or progressive or civilized life gets, it will always
Speaker 2: be true that there is something primordally special about forging
Speaker 2: bonds of friendship through fighting together. People might say they
Speaker 2: have your back, but do they. Perhaps your best friend
Speaker 2: remembers your birthday every year, calls you when you're lonely,
Speaker 2: and supports your endeavors. But would they stand and fight
Speaker 2: if you were attacked? Would they run? Would they abandon
Speaker 2: you to get your head kicked in the first majority
Speaker 2: of people will never have to find out and probably
Speaker 2: don't even think about it. And that's a good thing,
Speaker 2: I guess. But things like this don't matter until they do.
Speaker 2: For hooligans, they already know their friends would stand and
Speaker 2: fight every single time. This is the foundation of their
Speaker 2: bond from the get go. It's almost like the course
Speaker 2: of a friendship in reverse. The most literal form of
Speaker 2: backing your friends is what they begin with. Anything else
Speaker 2: is a bonus to your average law abiding citizen. This
Speaker 2: is a horrible way to live. They have no decorum, etc.
Speaker 3: Et cetera.
Speaker 2: But honestly, who cares They don't They're choosing to live
Speaker 2: outside of society.
Speaker 3: Now.
Speaker 2: My point is, the reason King of the Streets is
Speaker 2: so clandestine, yet so well organized and so influential is
Speaker 2: likely because it started off from this base of arranged
Speaker 2: fighting hooliganism. Some Hype crew members were hooligans for various
Speaker 2: different firms in Sweden before forging their syndicate of what
Speaker 2: is essentially a freelance firm with no loyalty to anything
Speaker 2: but each other. This, I believe is a big part
Speaker 2: of what's kept King of the Streets so consistent and
Speaker 2: so well respected in the underground. When I get back
Speaker 2: home to the UK, the lads from FPVS contact me
Speaker 2: and let me know that everything went well. There haven't
Speaker 2: been a rest. All the fighters are happy and their
Speaker 2: fight club is getting dozens and dozens of new applications
Speaker 2: to fight now that the footage is all across Instagram.
Speaker 2: All in all, despite the pretty basic fight, things were
Speaker 2: a success. It also turns out the word has gotten
Speaker 2: out in the clandestine fighting underground that there's a reporter
Speaker 2: trying to make a film about no rules fighting.
Speaker 3: Let an old me.
Speaker 2: Some don't like it, some don't care, but others are
Speaker 2: pretty interested. It seems in general that these people trust
Speaker 2: what I'm doing and understand they don't have some snitch
Speaker 2: ulterior motive to out them as lunatics or whatever. I'm
Speaker 2: just interested. Also, to be honest with you, I don't
Speaker 2: really see what's wrong with grown adults deciding to fight
Speaker 2: each other consensually in private, in a controlled setting. That's
Speaker 2: their business. Just because it's illegal doesn't mean it's wrong.
Speaker 2: There's also some irony in the way states condemn no rules.
Speaker 2: For example, one fighter who's undefeated on cots was banned
Speaker 2: from fighting in professional mma in his own country for
Speaker 2: doing no rules. The state decided he was too violent. Meanwhile,
Speaker 2: that same government sent millions to a foreign country to
Speaker 2: assist them in carrying out daily war crimes in the
Speaker 2: Middle East. You tell me what's more violent, no rules
Speaker 2: fighting or bombing children. Now, I don't mean to be dramatic,
Speaker 2: but this is something else I find fascinating about no rules.
Speaker 2: It unintentionally exposes human nature's undying connection to violence. No
Speaker 2: rules is just unapologetically honest about it.
Speaker 3: Now.
Speaker 2: As you can probably tell, this is a male dominated scene. However,
Speaker 2: I've got words since returning from can that there's about
Speaker 2: to be the very very first female no Rules fight.
Speaker 2: It will be happening soon in Germany. More on that
Speaker 2: in the next episode. If you've been listening to the
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