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The Wrestler’s Charisma, Inspired by Dan O’Cone…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on July 2, 2015 by Jay Isip

If you didn’t know, I train mixed martial arts religiously at Pellegrino MMA located in Belmar NJ. Our fight team practices about 5-6 days week solid, and some days with double sessions–it’s exhausting. We go over the fighting arts of; Ju-Jitsu, Kick-Boxing, Boxing, Wrestling, and Judo. Everyday we go over something different and punch each other in the face on a consistent basis–and it’s fun, at least to us. This is my tribe.

IMG_20150425_122808We all, as people, athletes, business men (women) etc. do something we thoroughly enjoy, and love to work towards a goal, to reach a certain accomplishment. Whether we fail or succeed, we wipe the blood off our faces and get back in there to chase the next goal. Wash, rinse, and repeat–this is our clockwork, our nine-to-five, our daily grind to chip away at the rock. We are called goal chasers, and for as long as we live we will continue the chase–not because we want-to, but because we have to. Somewhere down the line it has become embedded into our DNA to continually chase new goals, reach higher limits, accomplish new things because it has been programmed to make us happy. It’s a non-stop roller coaster.

Now, there are others who are equally as happy by living in content, they are not goal chasers and would rather live their lives on a steady pace–which is fine because that’s how they are programmed.

Then, there are people who just do absolutely nothing, and would rather complain about life and live in the “Woe is me” attitude–which is fine also, because that’s how they are programmed and makes them feel happy to complain.

Either way, we are all programmed a certain way and some differently than others. Which makes us all individually a part of a certain tribe. Each tribe carries different qualities, elements, and attributes, which makes them no better than the other–it’s just different. We are part of certain tribes because it makes us feel a part of something, or we connect with certain characteristics that had been buried into our brains from past experiences. Our past experiences is what makes us differently the same. Which is why, most of the time we do not understand, neglect, or frown upon other tribes way of living because we have never lived in such manners. We all had different experiences with certain similarities and opposing agendas.

…as for my experience, it was high school colligate wrestling…

There’s something in a wrestler, that makes them a wrestler…

Me: “You know in fighting you never compete at 100%. All the weight cutting, injuries, it’s the fight business–that’s what happens.”

Dan O’Cone: “Yeah. If you fight at 100%, then you probably didn’t train hard. And if you are physically 100% you still had to cut weight, so technically you’re never 100%”

Me: “You’re 100% right…”

Dan O’Cone: “You know, there is just something inside a wrestler, that you can’t teach. Wrestler’s are programmed to not quit if we want something. We can’t quit because, we HAVE to make weight and after you make weight, you HAVE to wrestle, and after you win, lose, or get what we wanted–we HAVE to make weight again. Imagine, a teenager, 15-16 years old going through all this; not eating or drinking, going through wrestling practice in heavy clothes, and leaving practice to go home and put heavier clothes on to work out again because we HAVE to make weight in order to compete. Two days a week, for three months–and some all year round. Your average person, works hard in the gym, goes home eats a nice meal and rests on the couch. Not wrestlers. After the back-and-forth scramble, wrestlers always go back in the center of the mat, in their stance, and ready to keep moving again. So going through that experience makes a wrestler–a WRESTLER.”

This man was right, and being a wrestler helps develop a person into a man that doesn’t understand how to quit. Wrestling helped create my physical and mental qualities that formulated a whole new DNA, which I never even knew existed. With all the elements that pertained during high school wrestling, it taught me more about life than any classroom could have. It taught me self-discipline, helped me get in touch with my emotions, created a mind set of instinctual progression and to keep moving on, whether things go our way or not.

Have-to vs. Want-to…

As Dan mentioned, wrestlers HAVE to make weight in order to wrestle, especially if we want to achieve what we want…

Understanding that our have-to’s is the road we have-to take in order to reach our want-to’s in life We all want-to be champions, be wealthy, be famous, be in great shape, be in love and understand that their is a long road to take in order to reach certain wants. But most of us had never been through the “I have to’s.”– wrestlers have. If we continually live doing things we want-to do, then we will never truly get what we want. By doing things we always want to do, will give us options–and one of those options is quitting. On the other hand, when we have to do something then there are no options, we can’t quit because it has to get done–it gives us personal accountability.

If we do what we HAVE to do and quit, then we lose–but we always have another chance when we HAVE to do a certain thing…

If we do what we WANT to do and quit, nothing happens–you’re just a quitter, and nothing will EVER happen…

The ten-foot circle of life…

During a wrestling match you have a ten-foot diameter of space where the wrestling match takes place. The objective is to put someone flat on their back to achieve a pin or score more points than your opponent, and you will get your hand raised with a win. In between the objective, both contenders are fighting to score points to get closer to victory. During the scramble, there are times where you will score points, get scored on, or out of bounds–and we always start back in the center until the match is over. In a wrestlers’ world, everything happens inside of that ten-foot diameter, anything outside will have to be drawn back into the center of the mat. I have come to realize that these boundaries, rules, and regulations had sub-consciously created a life template for myself.

wrestlingThink of the ten-foot circle as the world you live in, and the small center circle is where you; can be born, can die, or stay stagnant. Inside of the ten-foot circle, is where life comes after us as you battle against your foe’s, fears, and becomes uncomfortable. As a wrestler, you do everything in your will to break this conformity, as we do in life. And no matter what, after the huge scramble, most of the time we get out of bounds. Whether we score points, get scored on, or back to neutral; we have to head back into the center of the mat and keep our composure–as in life, when things are in motion they tend to fray into distortion, and we learned how to center our selves back into our original ambition. In the center of the mat, is where life gets real. We start in the center, we win and lose in the center, and we end in the center–but no matter what we are always centered—and that’s what life is about, always finding your center.

We find our center, and do the best we possibly can–over and over again. We are never 100% ready to do something, but we are always ready to give 100%

But after wrestling, what’s next?

The choice is yours, you could either leave your shoes in the center of the mat, or carry your wrestling shoes everywhere you go….


What’s your happiness?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on May 28, 2015 by Jay Isip


The sacrificial lifestyle where nothing existed besides this sport of MMA, the punishing daily grind that physically and mentally crushed my soul praying to GOD each night that I wake up “normal.

The cutting weight with no food, no water, no smiling for days, just to step on that scale to qualify with satisfaction–all for the honor, all for the glory, all for the blissful moments inside of that cage. For the happiness it brings fighters afterwards–or the sorrows.

But to get back up and do it all over again whether I win, lose, get hurt, give a beating, take a beating, just to have an opportunity to experience the feeling of getting locked inside that Cage accompanied with another animal trained to rip your head off.

But no one could understand why–besides a fighter. The determination to get up every day, the focus to stay mentally stable, the dieting to stay physically bold, the will power to abide manipulation, the work ethic from dedication, has developed my manhood, and into a fighting man that I never knew existed.

This is fighting…

This is freedom…

This is happiness…

What’s your happiness?

Near Death Non-Experience by Jay Isip.

Posted in Words of a broken voice box. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 12, 2009 by Jay Isip

Near Death Non-Experience


Wake up from an experience with no recollection of the night ,
room is spinning faster than the ceiling fan as you stare in the light,
heart is throbbing, head is pounding, as you look to the right,
sight is ugly, McDonald wrappers and a bloody pen you used as a knife.
Knuckles are wounded with red crust in between your finger tips,
wash your hands and face as you stare in the mirror with swollen lips.
Reflection gets deeper as you recognize the blood in your teeth,
looking as if you ate steak rarer than a piece of raw meat.
Sips of water from the pitcher as you drink straight from the the spout,
fully dehydrated as you wash down the alcohol out of your mouth,
aimlessly walk around your house, to see yourself slouching on the couch,
frustratingly trying to remember but apparently your memory is out.
Finger tips squeezing your dome, as you hear a ring and answer the phone,
Voices out the receiver with laughter asking if you are alone.
Gnawing on faces, pen stabbings in places, and hit by a stone,
realizing that’s what took place as you left the bar to walk home.
The cards that were dealt, you obviously went all in with your wealth,
felt no remorse feelings towards what you’ve done to someone else.
Not one care in the world as the earth spins on your finger,
sweat pores reek of Bacardi as you enjoy the smell and linger.
You sharpen your teeth as you await the same exact victim,
full of sins with no sorrow and this time you’ll attack and stick them.
Belt strapped tight with more alcohol consumed for your health,
Only to live another day to watch history repeat itself…
Jay Isip…


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