Bareknuckle Badasses Somiong War Luktupfah
War! The 24-year old fighting sensation from Myanmar.
Does the world have a more irresistible gladiator? He has the crowd in the palm of his hands. A lap of honour when you are still fighting? Yes, that’s War! Celebrating his beatings with back-flips then running to check on his broken opponent? Yes, that’s War! So lethal, yet so humble.
The Kingdom of Myanmar’s bareknuckle legend, War, has all the attributes of a star. He has the looks, the charm and fierce violence which he makes an art form. The man is a master of Lethwei, but more than that, he’s a master of showmanship.
Ask anyone in any house in Myanmar, and they know. The ladies, they gush, the men, they gush too! With a smile that can turn tides, Mr War floats around the ring beaming, waiting patiently for his moment. So genial, he talks to his opponent like they’re his buddy, before giving the crowd what they came to see – War!
He gratefully eats front kicks and compliments his opponents’ well-placed shots. He’s a great sport, and he’s also a killer. When he strikes, his shots are placed so accurately, designed for maximum, debilitating pain. Your head, mid-section, and legs – they’re going to get worked over when you’re dining with the War. When he hits, his opponent may smile, but it’s a bittersweet smile, masking a world of pain.
None of your body parts are catching a break against War. He will apologize when he hurts you though, with a very sincere “wai” as we say in Thai.
God forbid you awaken the beast within War, he will assault you from head to toe, with his bareknuckle hooks to the head, spinning kick attacks, flying elbows – what an arsenal! He’s technically in a league of his own and makes this ancient form of combat a thing of beauty. He’s Myanmar’s golden boy, the boy bred to fight and become a legend. His name will be etched in Burmese folklore forever more – all hail – War!