I mean, technically it's that my amazing-ness as a fighter is combating my amazing-ness as a trainer.
Can't hit me, how the fuck's he going to hit someone else? Punching bag's fine, sparring pads, fine, hit me? Nothing. You and I hit each other basically every day. I'm like, it's fucking 10:15 where's Jacob and out of fucking no where you stealthy motherfucker wack me in the back of the head.