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All of my life I have underestimated the thrill of watching someone get the shit kicked out of them. Blood, battle scenes, and boxing were things I would flinch and close my eyes when exposed to. But on one fated movie night, someone decided to throw the Youtube channel Street Beefs on while we were waiting for snacks to arrive. The thrill! The passion! The lack of actual skills or athleticism! I quickly found myself unexpectedly invested in the combat of opponents with names like ā€œKumquatā€ or ā€œProdigal Sonā€. Entranced by unlikely pairs like charming 4’11 ā€˜Baby Hulk’ and the unexpectedly sexy blonde ā€˜Viking’ enter a caged ring in the middle of a field in bumfuck nowhere to kick the shit out of each other with little to no rules or regulation. With all the spins, curb stomps, and many semi-erotic tackles, it’s impossible not to find yourself yelling at the screen. If you are interested in potentially creating our own Satan’s Backyard in Tompkins Square Park, please don’t hesitate to reach out

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