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Tactical Realities of “Illegal” Fighting by Mark Hatmaker



Let us talk about the strategic realities that manifested in the curious times where sport and illegal activity joined hands across the aisle.

A time when boxing/combination-fighting was mighty popular but also very illegal.

A time before seconds could negotiate for ring sizes, rope tension, ring surface, dimensions of rosin boxes, “Who enters the ring first,” “Who gets the sun in his corner,” “Let me inspect that glove,” and the myriad details that have come to riddle the negotiations of modern era boxing and MMA.

There was a class of fighting that existed outside the illegal [at the time] boxing of the early fistic era. A class of fighting that was even illegaler, to coin a clumsy word. If early “illegal” boxing was far looser in rules and more admitting of tactics than the modern era [which it was] this twin class of illegal activity was more so.

Where this early “illegal” boxing admitted just the bare-fist, but… those self-same fists wielded in manners a bit less orthodox [Jack Slack’s “Choppers” being just one case in point.] It also permitted, if not featured, the cross-buttocks throw and various tripping tactics that would render modern era clinching a sucker’s game.

This twin illegal class of fighting admitted all the tools of “illegal” boxing plus a wide variety of add-ons: low-line kicking [particularly of the lumberjack and Gaelic speachóireacht], elbows, head-butts, and, well, all that illegal negotiations and non-negotiated “Get away withs” would allow.

This early class of illegal fighting can be thought of as an off-shoot of both illegal boxing and combination-fighting, and would go under many names, the name that has always stuck with me is Boombattle, and that is what we shall proceed with.

Here, we do not want to delve into this wide arsenal, we do just that on the instructional series Boombattle 1.

What we want to do here is to feature the curious reliance on constricted offense, also called restricted defense, that is part and parcel of this violent “game.”

Boombattle possesses little of the ring generalship that we see in boxing [early or modern era] or even modern MMA with its 30-foot diameter octagon.

Boxing rings and octagons are dedicated fields of play. That is, smooth unobstructed surfaces with known dimensions where even slick spots on the canvas [water, sweat, blood] are mopped up by the referee to protect the fighters.

Boombattle had no set fighting field size. No known “ahead of time” uprights—boxers know to expect ropes, turnbuckles and even approximate rope tension. MMA fighters know cage panel position and distance between uprights.

There were no “mop ups” of sweat, blood, beer, water in the case of barge fighting etc. [Fighting on barges adrift was common as a tactic to evade the po-po.]

The fighters often were not even sure of the venue as these could change at any moment. Changes were frequent to stay one step ahead of the law. There are many bouts that would be moved mere minutes before the start, and quite a few that were moved mid-bout as word that the law was coming would interrupt.

Imagine fighting in a saloon basement on moldy cobblestones with the press of whiskey barrels all around and a low-hanging beam to negotiate. Four rounds in, you are just getting a feel for the footing and the distance, when the look-out sings the scatter.

One hour later you are on a pitching, rolling barge with hawsers crisscrossing the deck to snare ankles like gigantic spider’s webs and you are asked to pick up fighting just where you left off.

The illegal nature of Boombattle itself and its ever-changing non-regulated fighting surfaces, uprights, and hazards dictated that tactics must change.

Fast, fleet, fluid footwork may not be optimal here.

Getting on your bicycle” to tire the big puncher or to clear the head is not on the table.

You can’t even rest in the clinch as the clinch was an unregulated hazard unto itself.

The illegal nature of the game itself led to innovations in footwork and tactical approach.

Shifting became a larger part of the game, in essence, turning one and all into pre-Depression Marvin Haglers of ambidexterity.

Twist defense became a necessity as lateral movement and assumed clean pivots may not be permitted in the varied terrain encountered.

Even the kicking tactics took into account the constricted/restricted nature of the game focusing on fibular incapacitation and “pocket kicking” to prevent “blow-aways.”

If one thinks, “Hmm, sounds like an ideal “game” for street-transfer” one would be 100% correct.

Boombattle was a game of wide arsenal, unusual offensive and defensive ploys, keen on Alley Clinch tactics, and a big utilizer of the constricted takedowns we cover in scrupulous detail on Garrison Fighting 1.

Boombattle was an early American blending of much mayhem.

Gorgeously well-thought-out mayhem that attempted to correct for the unknown circumstances of a non-regulated “playing field.”

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