The Instructors Exposed Part Two (Mr M, Sheriff, Soul)

Mr M

Mr M is the undisputed master of indirect game. In fact, he’s so indirect he never says “hi” to a woman as that’s too direct for his taste. He’s so indirect he even cold approaches strippers with opinion openers in strip clubs... that’s pretty fucking indirect right there; they never see that shit coming. If Style flies in to set under the radar, Mr M flows in there like a fucking sub-marine. That being said, he probably got the sickest attraction game of anyone out there, and awesome at putting thoughts into words which makes him a top notch instructor as well.

On a totally unrelated note, I would never want to get in to a fight with the guy for two reasons:
1) He’s an awesome friend and
2) He’s Asian so I assume he knows some crazy kung-fu shit like how to snap your neck in say 2 seconds.
He says he once stayed with monks in a country far, far away “to find his inner peace” or something like that, and I’m too afraid to ask where and find out that it was the Shaolin monks as he probably would have to kill me if that secret was discovered by anyone.

Sheriff

The legendary dating guru, hurdey-gurdey, Sheriff loves me so much that he raced three bears on mini-scooters dressed in funny little hats down the strip in Vegas (he won by killing them all with a stick), juggle with 4 Gucci sunglasses set on fire and finally (as the ultimate test) actually went clothes and shoe-shopping with yours truly and Braddock in a desperate attempt to look cool (he found a really cool shirt), just so he could draft me from my original crew at the Super-Conference (the East-Side Gangstahs) to the team he was running (the South-Side Pussies). Now with that draft pick he single handedly turned the South-Side Pussies to the South-Side PIMPS, and we ROKKED the conference. Winging with Sheriff is the best thing ever, since he will gladly (almost over the top enthusiastically) take a bullet, jump on a grenade or throw himself in front of a haubitzer for the team.

On a more serious note however, the amount of life-lessons I’ve learnt from this guy is endless, he is super-smart and he’s without doubt one of the best (if not the best) instructors in the company. Also, his plan on moving to Thailand and live there for one year on a sunny beach does not make me jealous at all.

Soul

Also known as the guy who can talk about any sexual activity, or reframe anything you’ve said to something sexual, without a hint of blushing which makes him hilarious to discuss things with. He learnt direct game from the same guy who trained Black Mamba (Uma Thurman) in Kill Bill Vol 2 (you know that old Kung-Fu master Pai Mei), so he’s pretty fucking bad ass. The training regime apparently consisted of these three exercises:

1) Direct approaching a tree the amount of time necessary for it to be pulled out of the ground and fall into Souls loving arms
2) Identify if a girl is attractive within a timeframe of micro-seconds and start gaming her with the intent to get blown out. The punishment for failing to accomplish being blown out is having a belt buckle whipped in your eye
3) Eating 3 sandwiches specially made from the Caravan Café, approach a girl and then puke on her from food poisoning, turn it around and still lay her. A rumor has it Soul got laid 1,283.7 times during this exercise.

Soul's is so direct that the girl has already slept with him before he even done the approach. The only thing I don't like about Soul is that he'd most likely win over me in the game "gay chicken". I mean come on, beating a Swede (a country known for its gayness) with very little social anxiety, is pretty disturbing.