Since his return from the holidays on Elephant Island Pancho had displayed a strong commitment to maintaining a good level of fitness. The one and a half weeks of lazing around and doing nothing in the holidays but indulging in beer and other fantastically enjoyable little sins left Pancho feeling extremely out of shape and uncommonly unfit. This was not acceptable. As an individual striving for perfection of the human mind and shape he had to get to work again. So Pancho, rediscovering his iron self discipline set out on a strict daily training regime that would undoubtedly snuff out the spark of life in any but the hardest and meanest men on the planet. The effects of his renewed zeal for training showed quickly after a week already.
Pancho’s student coach in Thai boxing agreed to have sessions again. He would have a fight in a few weeks time and welcomed Pancho’s presence to practice some techniques on the most challenging opponent possible. For Pancho was significantly larger. Heavier and stronger than him. His only point to concede was naturally the technique which could not be easily beaten in a native who had been doing the sport from virtually from birth. His father had has well over 200 fights in fact and was still active once in a while.
At one point during training Porn, his coach actually remarked that Pancho looked a lot fitter than he had during training before the holidays. Already knowing that he his deadly training regime was taking effect Pancho simply cordially acknowledged this. He was shaping up to be in prime condition.
Despite already being in possession of such an uncompromisingly perfect physique before, renewed training under the serious auspices of an upcoming fight completed Pancho’s training methods and would allow him to reach his maximum potential. On a good day this would surely take him to the level of a demi-god. The new training was so tough that in fact he needed to ease into it slowly.
During this first session his teacher friend Thing, the physical education teacher told Pancho that the official thai boxing fight promoters were in fact interested in him taking part himself. Knowing his own imposing appearance he fully understood that he would attract a vast crowd. Who would not want to see this man in possession of a perfectly sculpted balance of body and mind to hand out a thrashing. It would be jolly good fun.
But Pancho was not quite certain that he wanted to fight somebody a lot lighter and smaller than him. Thais his size were rare. Where would the challenge be? And also he found little honour in being able to beat somebody without hope.
So Pancho reluctantly agreed after a lot of convincing, but he really did not know. In fact he was slightly tired from all this hard training and he was also not sure whether a mere week of serious training would suffice to allow him to offer the fantastic show the spectators would surely expect of him.
Over the following day, while teaching these innocent and unburdened students of Phunee these thoughts weighed down on heavily on Pancho’s broad shoulders. That day after careful consideration he decided to reject the offer. He did not want to have to disappoint all those hopeful spectators who would come in hope of witnessing a spark of the divine.
That evening however, at training Thing offered to take Pancho to meet this opponent who was crazy enough to want to face Pancho in the ring. Supposedly this guy was grossly overweight and not too much shorter than Pancho. Again being repeatedly pressured Pancho at least agreed that he would have a look out of simple politeness.
Following training and after a short motorcycle ride through several small villages they arrived at the training ground of some of the other contestants. The opponent was currently not present however. Pancho was under the impression that this scallywag had probably run and hidden out of sheer terror. He did not quite believe that this guy was off drinking with friends and not taking the possibility of a fight seriously. So just to see whether he was correct in his assumption Pancho waited till he had been found.
The guy eventually showed up. He was not quite as fat as described but to Pancho’s amazement he was not scared either. Thus Pancho found new respect for this fool who was about to face his demise. This guy was drinking instead of training and would also only have a week to prepare. And despite all that he was willing to face one of the most complete fighters on the face of the earth! These Thai’s were certainly a different type of people, not afraid of pain. By this time Pancho felt like he had to accept. There was no way he could let this insolence escape unscathed. This fighter by the name of Superboy was not quite as fat as previously described and he was pretty close to being Pancho’s height, which weighed him in at 80 kilos, significantly heavier than Pancho in his trained state. But even the 4 professional fights this man had behind him did not make Pancho feel like he should spare him. He agreed and his name was marked down as Pancho Wingchatour (The second name being the bus company of his host families, considering that they were pretty much his sponsors).
Pancho now had a serious mission. He would have to make the victory spectacular in order to make Wingchatour a famous name throughout the Kingdom. A defeat though highly unlikely in Pancho’s most humble opinion, was possible due to injury for instance. Such a case had to be averted under any circumstance as his name and his sponsor’s name would be tarnished for eternity.
But before serious trainingg could start Pancho was to go on that camping weekend in Khon Kaen with Charterous, his host father, hence the no drinks policy that was not quite held upright. Pancho was thoroughly confident and all that this would be a jolly good little fight.
Pancho’s student coach in Thai boxing agreed to have sessions again. He would have a fight in a few weeks time and welcomed Pancho’s presence to practice some techniques on the most challenging opponent possible. For Pancho was significantly larger. Heavier and stronger than him. His only point to concede was naturally the technique which could not be easily beaten in a native who had been doing the sport from virtually from birth. His father had has well over 200 fights in fact and was still active once in a while.
At one point during training Porn, his coach actually remarked that Pancho looked a lot fitter than he had during training before the holidays. Already knowing that he his deadly training regime was taking effect Pancho simply cordially acknowledged this. He was shaping up to be in prime condition.
Despite already being in possession of such an uncompromisingly perfect physique before, renewed training under the serious auspices of an upcoming fight completed Pancho’s training methods and would allow him to reach his maximum potential. On a good day this would surely take him to the level of a demi-god. The new training was so tough that in fact he needed to ease into it slowly.
During this first session his teacher friend Thing, the physical education teacher told Pancho that the official thai boxing fight promoters were in fact interested in him taking part himself. Knowing his own imposing appearance he fully understood that he would attract a vast crowd. Who would not want to see this man in possession of a perfectly sculpted balance of body and mind to hand out a thrashing. It would be jolly good fun.
But Pancho was not quite certain that he wanted to fight somebody a lot lighter and smaller than him. Thais his size were rare. Where would the challenge be? And also he found little honour in being able to beat somebody without hope.
So Pancho reluctantly agreed after a lot of convincing, but he really did not know. In fact he was slightly tired from all this hard training and he was also not sure whether a mere week of serious training would suffice to allow him to offer the fantastic show the spectators would surely expect of him.
Over the following day, while teaching these innocent and unburdened students of Phunee these thoughts weighed down on heavily on Pancho’s broad shoulders. That day after careful consideration he decided to reject the offer. He did not want to have to disappoint all those hopeful spectators who would come in hope of witnessing a spark of the divine.
That evening however, at training Thing offered to take Pancho to meet this opponent who was crazy enough to want to face Pancho in the ring. Supposedly this guy was grossly overweight and not too much shorter than Pancho. Again being repeatedly pressured Pancho at least agreed that he would have a look out of simple politeness.
Following training and after a short motorcycle ride through several small villages they arrived at the training ground of some of the other contestants. The opponent was currently not present however. Pancho was under the impression that this scallywag had probably run and hidden out of sheer terror. He did not quite believe that this guy was off drinking with friends and not taking the possibility of a fight seriously. So just to see whether he was correct in his assumption Pancho waited till he had been found.
The guy eventually showed up. He was not quite as fat as described but to Pancho’s amazement he was not scared either. Thus Pancho found new respect for this fool who was about to face his demise. This guy was drinking instead of training and would also only have a week to prepare. And despite all that he was willing to face one of the most complete fighters on the face of the earth! These Thai’s were certainly a different type of people, not afraid of pain. By this time Pancho felt like he had to accept. There was no way he could let this insolence escape unscathed. This fighter by the name of Superboy was not quite as fat as previously described and he was pretty close to being Pancho’s height, which weighed him in at 80 kilos, significantly heavier than Pancho in his trained state. But even the 4 professional fights this man had behind him did not make Pancho feel like he should spare him. He agreed and his name was marked down as Pancho Wingchatour (The second name being the bus company of his host families, considering that they were pretty much his sponsors).
Pancho now had a serious mission. He would have to make the victory spectacular in order to make Wingchatour a famous name throughout the Kingdom. A defeat though highly unlikely in Pancho’s most humble opinion, was possible due to injury for instance. Such a case had to be averted under any circumstance as his name and his sponsor’s name would be tarnished for eternity.
But before serious trainingg could start Pancho was to go on that camping weekend in Khon Kaen with Charterous, his host father, hence the no drinks policy that was not quite held upright. Pancho was thoroughly confident and all that this would be a jolly good little fight.
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