Let's talk about a fight club.Before I arrived at Manup Standup—MUSU for short—the event's promoted assured me it was "taking over kung fu and hip-hop together,” and the poster pinned to the entrance advertised “kung fu gone buckwild.” I was fairly certain those claims were mainly hype, but then the first guy hit the floor. OK, these guys are really hitting each other. New York City’s underground fight scene was, on that August afternoon, a 1970’s Shaw Brothers flick mixed with Dolemite; there was no shortage of violence. Which is good, since violence is what everyone came here for.
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