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Speaker 2: reporting from the underbelly with me Jake Hanrahan. To watch
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Speaker 2: Days TV. This is Part one, No Rules Is No Rules,
Speaker 2: Episode one. This podcast is a production of H eleven
Speaker 2: Studio and Call Zone Media, England. It's a cold day
Speaker 2: for violence. The grounds frosty and the air hurts. Gloves
Speaker 2: and scarves weather either way, violence is happening. Two men
Speaker 2: have agreed to attack each other at a pre arranged
Speaker 2: location in Hastings, UK. I'm driving through southern back roads
Speaker 2: headed to the desolate seaside town where the fight is
Speaker 2: due to take place. I'm an outsider to all involved,
Speaker 2: and true they all hate journalists, but still have been
Speaker 2: trusted to attend this planned combat isn't about solving a dispute,
Speaker 2: though the two men have no hatred or real animosity
Speaker 2: toward one another. They just want to fight, not in
Speaker 2: a ring, or with gloves or with rounds, though this
Speaker 2: is something else. There will be no judges or sporting organizations,
Speaker 2: no health checks or even a waiting, no safety gear,
Speaker 2: and no precautions. The fight won't be televised, and there
Speaker 2: will be no official sponsors. It's important to understand that
Speaker 2: this is not unlicensed MMA, street beef or bare knuckle boxing.
Speaker 2: This is a new form of organized violence. People involved
Speaker 2: have coined it no rules, and yes, no rules means
Speaker 2: no rules. Anything goes kicking, punching, head butting, elbows, knees,
Speaker 2: eye gouging, head stamping, choking, and even biting. What's more authentic,
Speaker 2: no rules has to take place on concrete or something equivalent.
Speaker 2: Hard floors and no rules. It's as extreme as it gets.
Speaker 2: Google Maps pings. I've got to reach a location the
Speaker 2: fighters texted to me yesterday, and then I've got to wait.
Speaker 2: I'm close. I pull onto a side road through a
Speaker 2: small wooded area and follow the route ahead. It's mid
Speaker 2: January and the sun's going down fast. The sky is
Speaker 2: red and orange. You can feel the outside cold inside
Speaker 2: the car. It's hardly ideal fighting weather. My phone rings
Speaker 2: caller ID Joey hapgood. How you doing, mate?
Speaker 3: You're right?
Speaker 2: Oh yeah, you're at You're at the camp part? Yeah?
Speaker 2: All right, we were just driving about. I'll head up
Speaker 2: there now like a minute. All right, cool, right, Joey
Speaker 2: is a street fighter from South Wales. He's twenty seven
Speaker 2: years old and by far one of the most energetic
Speaker 2: people in the UK. If Methan Fhetimin was a person,
Speaker 2: it would be Joey. Most times I speak with him,
Speaker 2: he's absolutely bouncing off the walls. He's extremely friendly and
Speaker 2: very genuine. He can only be himself. It's a contagious energy. Honestly,
Speaker 2: perhaps the odds with his happy demeanor. Joey is desperate
Speaker 2: to make a name for himself in the underground fight scene.
Speaker 2: He's tough as bricks and scared of nobody, and as
Speaker 2: an up and comer, he's hungry to prove himself. Generally,
Speaker 2: no rules is organized through illegal fight clubs, but joe
Speaker 2: he's ready anywhere. I reached the location, a large but
Speaker 2: otherwise nondescript car park, surrounded by trees and street lights.
Speaker 2: When I get out of the car, I hear Joey
Speaker 2: before I see him. He's with a few friends and
Speaker 2: he's already shadow boxing on the spot, cast in rapid
Speaker 2: phosphor coated shadows. He laughs loudly every few seconds. He
Speaker 2: can't wait. We shake hands and he hugs me like
Speaker 2: an old friend. But this is the first time we've met.
Speaker 1: No Where we go, No Yeah, get picked up in
Speaker 1: a g wagon.
Speaker 2: Apparently, Joey looks like a character from the video game
Speaker 2: Mortal Kombat. He's about five ten, stocky, all muscle, blue
Speaker 2: eyes as bright as his white teeth. He's got three
Speaker 2: different haircuts in one bleach blonde down the middle, shaved
Speaker 2: to zero at the sides, long mullet style tail down
Speaker 2: the back with black highlights. His neck is pepper with tattoos,
Speaker 2: including a six to sixty six next to Jesus crucifix.
Speaker 2: He wears a George Michael earing and keeps his beard
Speaker 2: short but dyed black. The dye leaves perfect lines across
Speaker 2: his face, so it looks as if he's sprayed the
Speaker 2: whole bed on with his stencil. I've never seen anyone
Speaker 2: like it. He's a sight to behold. Joey has traveled
Speaker 2: two hundred miles from Port Talbot to be here at
Speaker 2: this random car park in Hastings. It took him five hours.
Speaker 2: He's come to fight an old school No Rules fighter
Speaker 2: nicknamed Bash. The pair organized the fire over Instagram direct messages.
Speaker 2: Joey's dream is to be respected in the clandestine No
Speaker 2: Rules scene.
Speaker 1: There's going to be a no rules fight with a
Speaker 1: guy who's very experienced with It could be any situation,
Speaker 1: anything going to happen at any time, at any second.
Speaker 1: But you could lose fingers used those balls. You can
Speaker 1: lose any sense you know, no rules, You don't know
Speaker 1: what the fuck's coming away and when it's happening. But
Speaker 1: it can you know, in his la or that situation,
Speaker 1: it can be, but it can be easily.
Speaker 2: He's not wrong. The man's about to fight is notorious
Speaker 2: in the underground for biting off a piece of another
Speaker 2: man's ear in a no rules fight a couple of
Speaker 2: years back. The brawl took place in a closed mechanic's garage,
Speaker 2: and despite permanently disfiguring his opponent with his teeth, Bash
Speaker 2: actually lost that fight. He was not to the ground
Speaker 2: by his opponent, who then pushed both thumbs deep into
Speaker 2: Bash's eye sockets. Bash screaming, was then saved by the
Speaker 2: makeshift referee. You stopped the fight. There are only two
Speaker 2: ways for no rules to end. Either you get knocked
Speaker 2: out or you get beaten so badly the appointed referee
Speaker 2: steps in. Referee in this case is a loose term
Speaker 2: it's basically anyone involved who's allocated as the guy who
Speaker 2: has to stop the fight when a one sided beating
Speaker 2: continues for an extended period. Some stop the fight when
Speaker 2: head stamping or egalgin starts, Others don't. There's no rule book.
Speaker 2: The only use for a towel in No Rules is
Speaker 2: to mop up the blood. Yes, it is brutal now,
Speaker 2: to put it lightly. Bash has been on a bit
Speaker 2: of a losing streak as of late. People in the
Speaker 2: scene have accused him of being washed up, saying that
Speaker 2: he can't stay sober for a fight anymore. Bash argues
Speaker 2: that he doesn't care win or lose. He'll fight anyone anywhere,
Speaker 2: sober or not. He claims to see No Rules as
Speaker 2: a game. A bit of a laugh. Problem is Bash
Speaker 2: is forty five now, that's eighteen years Joey senr. The
Speaker 2: potential risk of irreversible damage is considerably higher for a
Speaker 2: man of his age, but still Bash doesn't care. A
Speaker 2: black Audi hatchback with two younger lads in bubble north
Speaker 2: faced coats pulls up to the car park. We're all
Speaker 2: huddled waiting for instructions. It's fully dark now. The lads
Speaker 2: jump out and introduce themselves. It's clear that they're not fighters,
Speaker 2: just messengers. In thick Northern accents. They explain that Joey
Speaker 2: and his guys to go with them, and I'm to
Speaker 2: follow behind in my car.
Speaker 1: Two with them, We're going to follow you. Let's get.
Speaker 2: Joey flings on his jacket and jumps into the back
Speaker 2: of the audi with one of his friends. I following
Speaker 2: my car. Joey's entourage follows in theirs. We drive through
Speaker 2: the middle of Hastings in a small convoy. Our headlights
Speaker 2: flood past neon petrol stations and blocks of flats for
Speaker 2: what feels like forever. We finally arrive at a built
Speaker 2: up residential street close to the fight destination. A dozen
Speaker 2: of Bash's people are waiting. A blur of North Face
Speaker 2: and Stone Island. Bash emerges from the middle of his crowd.
Speaker 2: He's about six foot tall, broad covered in tattoos. He's
Speaker 2: half Arab, half white, and has a face worn from
Speaker 2: years of brawling. Coincidentally, he too has a six to
Speaker 2: sixty six and a crucifix tattooed on his neck. Joey
Speaker 2: hops out the car. He's aggressive, all action, ready to go.
Speaker 2: He's pushing past people who are trying to keep him back.
Speaker 2: Joey is transformed the mad as a hat a smiley demeanor.
Speaker 2: He's gone now looks like an angry dog let out
Speaker 2: a cage. This lad shouting is a big lump from
Speaker 2: up north who previously fought Bash and won. He'll be
Speaker 2: the makeshift referee for this fight. Joey and Bash are
Speaker 2: having words AND's call for calm from the gathering crowd.
Speaker 2: Bash turns back with his guys and they move off
Speaker 2: the pavement down a side road. Bright headlights spill out
Speaker 2: from the shadows. That's where the fight's happening.
Speaker 1: To boys, here the fact is going on, and where.
Speaker 2: The fact is he happening. The makeshift ref emerges a
Speaker 2: couple of minutes later and waves for us to come.
Speaker 2: Joey pulls off his coat, tenses his shoulders, and strides
Speaker 2: up the path. He's wearing a T shirt by the
Speaker 2: Underground Fight where Brand Militant an emerging force in the
Speaker 2: British hooligan and No Rules scene. The logo is a
Speaker 2: knuckle duster wired across the chest. Fitting we turn a corner.
Speaker 2: It's here about fifty square feet of fuck all. The
Speaker 2: scene is lit with headlights from a box. He landrove
Speaker 2: defender packed at the back. The floor is rough, concrete,
Speaker 2: jaggled and specked with grit for wear and tear. If
Speaker 2: your head hits this, it's bursting open. Bash stood at
Speaker 2: one end of his space, moving on his feet, fluttering
Speaker 2: the defender's headlights. Joey bowls in his back is up
Speaker 2: like a dog. When a firework goes off. At each side,
Speaker 2: people stand watching their phones up ready to record. Lady
Speaker 2: shouting as her phone torch on brighter she films. She
Speaker 2: stood next to Bash. I recognize her. I've seen her online.
Speaker 2: It's his wife. She's biggest fan and could be heard
Speaker 2: cheering him on during most of his fight videos. It's
Speaker 2: kind of romantic, honestly. Joey's boys cheer him on as
Speaker 2: he approaches Bash. There's a brief pause. Both fighters stare
Speaker 2: at each other for a second. The tension is in
Speaker 2: the air, heavy like fog. Then Bang, Bash leaps towards Joey,
Speaker 2: throwing it spinning back kick. He misses. Joey throws a
Speaker 2: stiff right jab into Bash's face. He's knocked off balanced, dropped,
Speaker 2: Bash hits the concrete. Joey moves over him, but stops
Speaker 2: for whatever reason. Both fires decided beforehand that they wanted
Speaker 2: to do no rules, but with one rule they wanted
Speaker 2: to do a stand up fight is in no groundwork
Speaker 2: but with no gum shields. Makes no sense to me,
Speaker 2: but that's the chaotic realness with no rules fighting. The
Speaker 2: ref moves in sebashkan stand up Off they go again.
Speaker 2: Joey kicks Bash and throws two huge harks. Bash kicks
Speaker 2: Joey and throws back. They both end up in the
Speaker 2: tangle of sweeping punches, some miss, some land. Joey is
Speaker 2: all power, pushing forward, grabbing, punching. Bash looks tired, but
Speaker 2: he's fighting, and he's definitely sober for this one. The
Speaker 2: crowd is on fire at this point. The two men
Speaker 2: swing it out in the shadow of the headlights. After
Speaker 2: a round a minute or so, Joey grabs back and
Speaker 2: lands three solid jabs in his jaw. Bah goes down
Speaker 2: again and scrapes his head off a brick walk is
Speaker 2: he living on?
Speaker 3: He done?
Speaker 2: Reflects him get up, but he shakes his head as
Speaker 2: he does. It's over. Joey is human. Joey's eyes are
Speaker 2: wired with adrenaline. His fist still clenched. Joey wants more.
Speaker 2: I can tell he's not happy that.
Speaker 1: Nothing else, nothing else, drinks.
Speaker 2: He disappointed times what happened? Then you just give up?
Speaker 3: Man.
Speaker 2: Bash has had enough though. The fight is over. So
Speaker 2: what's happened is basically just said, you know, he's done.
Speaker 2: He didn't want to fight anymore. Joe he's coming for
Speaker 2: expecting like a much bigger terror. Disappointed. I think you
Speaker 2: wanted to continue fighting. But now they're gonna have a
Speaker 2: drink party and everything's good, So I'm good stuff. So
Speaker 2: that's how it works. If you've seen all this from
Speaker 2: the sidelines without knowing anyone involved, you'd be forgiven for
Speaker 2: thinking it was some kind of blood feud. But Bash
Speaker 2: and Joey and now shaking hands and getting on like
Speaker 2: old friends. There's a perception, of course, of street fighting
Speaker 2: men that Joey doesn't agree with.
Speaker 1: I'm not a bad person, like I won't do it.
Speaker 1: There ain't no bully. I fucking hate bullies. I don't know.
Speaker 1: It's kind of hard to tell you unless you know us.
Speaker 1: But they're the ones missing out, you know. They don't
Speaker 1: know how much kind of.
Speaker 2: Guarded we are.
Speaker 1: Yes, we are mad crazy people because we fight bit
Speaker 1: fish in the street. No Rules, all this and aff
Speaker 1: but you know, it's just a man. It is what
Speaker 1: there's that people can think, Well the fuck they won't,
Speaker 1: don't give a shit.
Speaker 2: I first heard about No Rules in twenty twenty two
Speaker 2: through a friend of mine who's a long time football ooligan.
Speaker 2: They're gonna be so standing here, you shy chugg on.
Speaker 2: Not the original British kind where pub men suited in
Speaker 2: Stone Island and Aquascutum would fight throughout the streets and stadiums,
Speaker 2: but the European version, where well trained, combat ready firms
Speaker 2: meet secretly to fight in secluded forests around match days
Speaker 2: and derbies. Naturally, this hooligan friend of mine has his
Speaker 2: ear to the ground when it comes to organized violence.
Speaker 2: He showed me videos from some early No Rules events.
Speaker 2: The fight where the guy got part of his ear
Speaker 2: bit and off, a fight where someone is headbottied unconscious,
Speaker 2: a fight where is screaming, starred up neo Nazi has
Speaker 2: his eyes pushed in with an eye goug. It goes
Speaker 2: on and on, serious ruthless but consensual violence. All of
Speaker 2: the fights in the videos were arranged by King of
Speaker 2: the streets or COOTS, essentially the Tyler Durdan of contemporary
Speaker 2: underground no rules fighting. KOTTS is run by a group
Speaker 2: non is Hype Crew. Hype Crew is made up of
Speaker 2: Hooligan's organized criminals and seasoned street fighters. They pretty much
Speaker 2: burnt No Rules as far back as twenty eighteen. At first,
Speaker 2: Hype Crew filmed these organized fights on the streets in
Speaker 2: Sweden on concrete, no rules, no federation, no protection, all raw.
Speaker 2: They uploaded the videos to YouTube under the COTS banner.
Speaker 2: The channel eventually blew up, gaining over one million subscribers
Speaker 2: in the space of six years, and so Hype Crew
Speaker 2: created what has now become one of the most hardcore
Speaker 2: countercultures to emerge in Europe. For decades now, there are
Speaker 2: several no rules fight clubs completely unaffiliated with COTS. I
Speaker 2: found them in Germany, England, Sweden, Spain, France, Denmark and beyond.
Speaker 2: Don't get it confused. Though everyone involved with their is
Speaker 2: aware that no rules fighting is not a sport, no
Speaker 2: one cares about the money. Hype Crew themselves started cut
Speaker 2: for free. After their success, they now pay fighters anywhere
Speaker 2: from six hundred to over one thousand euros if they win,
Speaker 2: also paying for all travel and accommodation for the fight losers.
Speaker 2: It's said, get around half that if they put on
Speaker 2: a good show, nothing if they don't. The money is
Speaker 2: hardly the point mode. Nobody involved in no rules fighting
Speaker 2: is doing it for a paycheck. This isn't about profit,
Speaker 2: It's about adrenaline and exclusivity. As Hype Crew associate and
Speaker 2: undefeated COTS fighter Brian always says, your favorite fighter's favorite
Speaker 2: fighter is scared to do this shit. What Hype Crew
Speaker 2: has created is not a combat sport, it's a counterculture.
Speaker 2: Whilst the violent counterculture of no rules is new, organized
Speaker 2: no holds barred fighting is actually as old time. It
Speaker 2: dates back to at least the eighth century, where men
Speaker 2: in ancient Greece would brawl for fun, entertainment, and glory.
Speaker 2: They had a specific style known as Pancreteon, which it
Speaker 2: can be argued, was an ancient progenitor to Hypecruz no rules.
Speaker 2: Pankreteon was a combination of boxing and wrestling with almost
Speaker 2: zero physical restrictions. The only real rules were no bioting
Speaker 2: and no eyeglgin. The Greeks believed that the mythic hero
Speaker 2: Theseus created. The fighting style was defeating the mine at all,
Speaker 2: a half bull, half man monster. The historical channel Up
Speaker 2: for Education, run by a former martial arts teacher, has
Speaker 2: this to say about the sport.
Speaker 3: Despite its seemingly ruthless nature, pancreation was not just about
Speaker 3: brood strength. It required a tactical mindset, a deep understanding
Speaker 3: of leverage, timing, and the ability to anticipate and opponent's moves.
Speaker 3: It was a true testament to an athlete's physical prowess
Speaker 3: and mental agility, and.
Speaker 2: So the aim of pancretion was to incapacitate your opponent
Speaker 2: as brutally as is allowed. It was hugely popular in
Speaker 2: ancient Greece and was one of the main events of
Speaker 2: the Olympic Games after being introduced in six forty eight BC.
Speaker 2: There's pottery, mosaics, and even bronze sculptures from that era
Speaker 2: that celebrates fighting. One of the best preserved examples is
Speaker 2: the termae Boxer, a sculpture that was made somewhere between
Speaker 2: three point thirty BC and fifty BC. The relic was
Speaker 2: dug up out the ground in eighteen eighty five on
Speaker 2: the side of Crinal Hill in Rome. The sculpture depicts
Speaker 2: a lean beard fighter sat on a rock, hands wrapped,
Speaker 2: an expression tired after what was clearly a brutal fight.
Speaker 2: Half a dozen cuts etched into the bronze of his face.
Speaker 2: His shoulders are slow, lightly hunched. The muscles he's built
Speaker 2: are for violence, not for vanity. Now, all that is
Speaker 2: to say, ultra aggressive organized fighting is not just a
Speaker 2: symptom of our nightmarish, sickened lying modern society, but actually
Speaker 2: a natural practice as old as ancient Greece. So perhaps
Speaker 2: those involved in No Rules have the same fire in
Speaker 2: their belly as the pancration fighters of old. I want
Speaker 2: to find out by attending as many of these clandestine
Speaker 2: events as possible. Whilst researching the No Rules scene, I
Speaker 2: came across a small but new underground fight club looking
Speaker 2: to recruit. They're extremely low key. By asking around on
Speaker 2: the telegram app for fighters, no one will be paid,
Speaker 2: but they get to fight. A message the anonymous user
Speaker 2: looking to learn more about this fight club. At first,
Speaker 2: he was naturally suspicious, but after we spoke a while,
Speaker 2: he seemed to accept that I wasn't undercover law enforcement
Speaker 2: or some rap type purporter looking to do a hit
Speaker 2: piece on underground fight clubs. I showed him that I
Speaker 2: am genuinely fascinated with the counterculture and I'm looking to
Speaker 2: make a documentary about No Rules. I showed him my
Speaker 2: previous work with my platform, Popular Front, and he liked it.
Speaker 2: I also explained that I myself had been involved in
Speaker 2: combat sports since I was fourteen years old, having joined
Speaker 2: up at a tie boxing gym as a teenager. I
Speaker 2: still trained there to this day regularly, and I consider
Speaker 2: the people there part of my family. I understand the
Speaker 2: combat sports camaraderie to some degree. The anonymous user accepted it,
Speaker 2: and he told me his name is Leon. Leon and
Speaker 2: his friends were inspired by King of the Streets years
Speaker 2: back when it first got popular on YouTube. There were
Speaker 2: teenagers at the time, jed up on adolescent angst and
Speaker 2: the general mischief of board young men that decided to
Speaker 2: fight each other in the vein of cots. First, they
Speaker 2: did it only amongst themselves, holding their first low key
Speaker 2: gathering in the parking lot. They liked it a lot.
Speaker 2: When they realized, though, that a police station was close
Speaker 2: by to the parking lot where they were fighting, they
Speaker 2: decided to find a better location and put on a
Speaker 2: proper event. This is why they were on telegram looking
Speaker 2: for fighters. The first proper fight club would be open
Speaker 2: to anyone, even a persistent and probably annoying journalist from England.
Speaker 2: They decided I'd be allowed to attend on the condition
Speaker 2: I protect their identities. Of course I agreed. It took
Speaker 2: three weeks of this back and forth, but we sorted it.
Speaker 2: Next stop France. Now I'm stepping off a plane in
Speaker 2: the south of France. We don't actually have the address
Speaker 2: for where this fight club is. All we know is
Speaker 2: they're going to be contacting us at some point and
Speaker 2: telling me when and where, and we got a quick
Speaker 2: whenever it is that they say. Now, when I say
Speaker 2: south of France, you might be surprised to know that
Speaker 2: we're literally in Can. The fancy film festival city where
Speaker 2: Hollywood movie stars come to act, important, a place where
Speaker 2: the rich and famous fawn over each other and croff champagne,
Speaker 2: a place where film's directed for other directors are screened
Speaker 2: and applauded. Can is hardly the place for an underground,
Speaker 2: no rules fight club. But here I am. As I
Speaker 2: walk with my bag on my back en route to
Speaker 2: a cheap three day hotel, I passed by Rolex shops
Speaker 2: and Gucci stores. The streets are clean, palm trees lined
Speaker 2: the roads, and I can see literal yachts in the
Speaker 2: harbor where the hell is Leon and his mates planning
Speaker 2: to fight. I'm starting to think something is not right here.
Speaker 2: That's just occurred to me that this might all be
Speaker 2: a bit of a stitch up. So why would there
Speaker 2: be brutal, no rules fight club in one of the
Speaker 2: flashiest cities in Europe, Can of all places where film
Speaker 2: akers that I think they're too important go to stay
Speaker 2: in the mirror whiles playing their films. Maybe Leone has
Speaker 2: wound me up here. Maybe he's thought, you know what,
Speaker 2: I don't like reporters. I'm going to send this idiot
Speaker 2: on a wild goose chase and waste his money and
Speaker 2: just tell him that the fight club is in can
Speaker 2: and see if he goes there. And well, we around
Speaker 2: so part of it doesn't add up to be honest,
Speaker 2: it's so flash around here I can't see it being
Speaker 2: Where would they even have it anyway? I don't know.
Speaker 2: We'll see to me fair if he has done that,
Speaker 2: it's annoying as it would be kind of fair play,
Speaker 2: like it's a pretty good wind up if that's what
Speaker 2: he's done, but I hope not. After checking in at
Speaker 2: the hotel, I get a message on Telegram from another
Speaker 2: anonymous user. He tells me his name is Victor and
Speaker 2: he's running the can Fight Club with Lyon. I'll try
Speaker 2: to chat to him for a bit, but he's not interested.
Speaker 2: He sends me coordinates and tells me to meet him
Speaker 2: there at midnight. No cameras, no equipment. It's a solid
Speaker 2: thirty minute drive away from my hotel in what looks
Speaker 2: to be a gated community, a place where rich people live,
Speaker 2: especially rich if it's in can At least that's what
Speaker 2: it looks like on Google Maps. This has got to
Speaker 2: be a trick. I'm sure now that I've traveled all
Speaker 2: the way to Can just to be mugged off by
Speaker 2: some rowdy young fighters who have no regard for what
Speaker 2: I'm trying to document. Whatever it is, what it is.
Speaker 2: Either way, I tell this Victor Feller that I'll be
Speaker 2: there at midnight. See that. Let's see what happens. You've
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