V2 // BLOODLINE
Above freestyle art by Clean (already gone, like the wind!)
Florida 2020
Florida 2020
FOR THE LOVE OF . . . .
VERT SKATEBOARDING
VERT SKATEBOARDING
Above pic Reef Orlando flyin high on the homefront! Practice. More practice.
Proper Parenting Award goes to Leslie and Tom Orlando
Proper Parenting Award goes to Leslie and Tom Orlando
This kid will be Champion. He's come a long way via EFFORT Commitment. Discipline. From 2017 To Present, I've been fortunate to share many stoked sessions with Reef on the vert ramp. The kid has always been a Hard worker, and always loved the vert! We used to skate at the calvary, and it'd be just us on the vert ramp, yet 200 people on the street course ha. Vert is not for everyone, far from it! But The Fear offers another side to the scare, it is called Glory. Reserved for the few.
Vert skateboarding gets all my LOVE! Reef and family get all my LOVE!! Proud to have grown up in Florida where we do a diligent job of Keeping Vert Dead. All my LOVE to an incredible childhood history at Cambodia 5 Vert ramp and summers at Thrashers. LOVE You MoM! All my love to radical times with awesome people who LOVE skateboarding.
All my LOVE to the beautiful girl who returned me to the Vert ramp. And sent me to become a Surfer.
All my LOVE to the beautiful girl who returned me to the Vert ramp. And sent me to become a Surfer.
FOR THE LOVE OF . . . .
JIU-JITSU FIGHTER. Sacrifice. Discipline.
Above pic Dustin Denes v Rory Singer, opening Round 1
Evento World Extreme Fighting Championships WEFC
Clean sponsors ATT & SURFIGHT The original
Data 29 de Junho 2002
Evento World Extreme Fighting Championships WEFC
Clean sponsors ATT & SURFIGHT The original
Data 29 de Junho 2002
Have you ever been thrown out of the gym ?
I have, more than once. All I can recommend is to carry on immediately and Never lose sight of the BIG Goal.
May 25. 2002 victory over Tom Jones was a Saturday night. The following Monday I went to Contenders gym to train and coach said "Get outta here. Go rest." I didn't understand, my next fight was scheduled for June 29 and I needed to prepare. My coach at the boxing gym was a real Pro, he wanted me to rest for a couple days so I could prepare to rise again. I had no choice but to leave, they wouldn't let me train. Train Hard & Rest Hard Both are equally important.
All my LOVE to Stormin Norman and the hard hitters at Contenders boxing. LOVE for the fights we had training in the gym. Many times harder than the scheduled real fight. LOVE for War. LOVE for Peace.
I hit the road for training at Conan's gym in Miami. I showed up like usual ready to train and Conan called me in his office. He said "Clean, you need to get some rest, leave."
Jiu-Jitsu gets all my LOVE! Conan gets all my LOVE! Much LOVE for the incredible training travels and battles. The Man Mr Locomotive gets all my LOVE and Then some more, LOVE!
Carry on, I diligently trained Jiu-Jitsu with my friend Pablo Popovitch for couple o weeks, also spent time in the wrestling room and boxing gym. Then returned to Conan's in two weeks for training. Practice. More practice. Discipline. Sacrifice.
My longtime brother Pablo Popovitch gets all my LOVE! Much LOVE for hard fought Jiu-Jitsu battles. LOVE for the sport of wrestling. Much LOVE to coach Eric Davies. And lotta LOVE for my brother Wade Rome. LOVE for Matcats.
Training went well. Fast-forward to Friday June 28th when I was supposed to meet my sponsor and crew at the private airport. I received a call to meet at a bigger airport where we wouldn't fly via Learjet, but were scheduled to fly in a full size jet with an entire enterage of spectators (coaches, future fighters, friends etc). I didn't like it already. There had to be 50-75 people on that plane, and only four of us would be fighting. In addition, the constant train-fight routine caught up to me before this fight. Between the crowd and my burnout, I didn't want to be there. But that didn't matter. I had job to do.
Having a hard time to show LOVE for the masses on the plane. However I look deeper. I LOVE everyone on that plane because they pissed me off and motivated me to really get after it! LOVE for aggression. LOVE for the leaf.
"Discipline is doing what you don't want to do, when you don't want to do it." J Robinson
I recall my opponent nodding his head to me after the weigh-in. I blew him off proper and with the eyes of death. I didn't show up to make friends. Quite the opposite, I was preparing to destroy.
LOVE for the opponent? NO Compassion.
Fight time. I was ready to make quick work of Rory Singer. I had absolutely zero respect for him and his team. I proceeded to look for a quick knockout or finish, and got hit with a couple good head shots in the process. Things weren't going my way, so I became frustrated with the fight on the feet. I heard Conan "Take him down!" I clinched the fight and got the takedown, then finished the last minutes of round 1 in the mount position, punishing with punches and seeking a Katagatame submission. Bell sounded.
May 25. 2002 victory over Tom Jones was a Saturday night. The following Monday I went to Contenders gym to train and coach said "Get outta here. Go rest." I didn't understand, my next fight was scheduled for June 29 and I needed to prepare. My coach at the boxing gym was a real Pro, he wanted me to rest for a couple days so I could prepare to rise again. I had no choice but to leave, they wouldn't let me train. Train Hard & Rest Hard Both are equally important.
All my LOVE to Stormin Norman and the hard hitters at Contenders boxing. LOVE for the fights we had training in the gym. Many times harder than the scheduled real fight. LOVE for War. LOVE for Peace.
I hit the road for training at Conan's gym in Miami. I showed up like usual ready to train and Conan called me in his office. He said "Clean, you need to get some rest, leave."
Jiu-Jitsu gets all my LOVE! Conan gets all my LOVE! Much LOVE for the incredible training travels and battles. The Man Mr Locomotive gets all my LOVE and Then some more, LOVE!
Carry on, I diligently trained Jiu-Jitsu with my friend Pablo Popovitch for couple o weeks, also spent time in the wrestling room and boxing gym. Then returned to Conan's in two weeks for training. Practice. More practice. Discipline. Sacrifice.
My longtime brother Pablo Popovitch gets all my LOVE! Much LOVE for hard fought Jiu-Jitsu battles. LOVE for the sport of wrestling. Much LOVE to coach Eric Davies. And lotta LOVE for my brother Wade Rome. LOVE for Matcats.
Training went well. Fast-forward to Friday June 28th when I was supposed to meet my sponsor and crew at the private airport. I received a call to meet at a bigger airport where we wouldn't fly via Learjet, but were scheduled to fly in a full size jet with an entire enterage of spectators (coaches, future fighters, friends etc). I didn't like it already. There had to be 50-75 people on that plane, and only four of us would be fighting. In addition, the constant train-fight routine caught up to me before this fight. Between the crowd and my burnout, I didn't want to be there. But that didn't matter. I had job to do.
Having a hard time to show LOVE for the masses on the plane. However I look deeper. I LOVE everyone on that plane because they pissed me off and motivated me to really get after it! LOVE for aggression. LOVE for the leaf.
"Discipline is doing what you don't want to do, when you don't want to do it." J Robinson
I recall my opponent nodding his head to me after the weigh-in. I blew him off proper and with the eyes of death. I didn't show up to make friends. Quite the opposite, I was preparing to destroy.
LOVE for the opponent? NO Compassion.
Fight time. I was ready to make quick work of Rory Singer. I had absolutely zero respect for him and his team. I proceeded to look for a quick knockout or finish, and got hit with a couple good head shots in the process. Things weren't going my way, so I became frustrated with the fight on the feet. I heard Conan "Take him down!" I clinched the fight and got the takedown, then finished the last minutes of round 1 in the mount position, punishing with punches and seeking a Katagatame submission. Bell sounded.
Above pic Dustin Denes mount position on Rory Singer, To closeout Round 1
Evento World Extreme Fighting Championships WEFC
Clean sponsors ATT & SURFIGHT The original
Date 29 de Junho 2002
Evento World Extreme Fighting Championships WEFC
Clean sponsors ATT & SURFIGHT The original
Date 29 de Junho 2002
I returned to my corner to receive a scorching from Conan. He was pissed that I veered the strategy and chose to strike. I got hit with a few good punches as a result of it. He re-emphasized the strategy and I executed it in Round 2. Clinch takedown followed up with punches, then a straight arm-lock submission from top half guard. I secured the victory for ATT.
Noticed my head down while getting my arm raised. I was burnt out, tired, and wanted to go home. We took the jet home later that night. It had to be 5Am when I got home. My girlfriend at the time, she woke up and saw my face, she screaaamed! My face was battered from the punches, but no problem. I WON!
LOVE for the announcer, even though he's wrong claiming that Monson was the only American fighting out of ATT that night. LOVE for Monson who couldn't beat us, so he joined us. I beat him when he was at his best! LOVE for American Top Team. And LOVE for Brazilian Top Team. ALL MY LOVE for CARLSON GRACIE JIU-JITSU live by the sword die by the sword.
Dustin "Clean" Denes v Jeff Monson link here
LOVE Rio de janeiro
LOVE Rio de janeiro
FOR THE LOVE OF . . . .
ART
Above ART South African Cape Cobra
Spray painted wall by longtime brother and professional artist Luis Valle
Locale Florida 2020
Spray painted wall by longtime brother and professional artist Luis Valle
Locale Florida 2020
Much LOVE to my longtime brother Luis Valle. LOVE his ART! LOVE for FSU and Salley Hall, where my demon was awoken. LOVE for Determination. LOVE for Discipline. LOVE for Sacrifice. LOVE for ART. LOVE for Freedom. LOVE for Expression. LOVE for Chaos. LOVE for Creativity.
LOVE for snakes, constrictors and cobras. LOVE for the Power of constriction and The Fear To Respect.
LOVE for snakes, constrictors and cobras. LOVE for the Power of constriction and The Fear To Respect.
FOR THE LOVE OF . . . .
SURFING
SURFING
Taken from my notes on the day: May 9. 2018 the waves were firing on south shore Oahu. Afternoon session was spent at Kaisers with both peaks working. I scored a few lefts out of the Kaiser bowl (steeper) but my main focus was surfing the Kaiser left from Far outside (bigger waves).
I positioned far outside and deep, so prepared for the next set of Kaiser lefts. I was sitting at the top when the set approached. I turned to go on the second/better wave of the set and started to paddle hard, however surf sister Gail was directly in my way. It was all happening so fast, and I had to make a decision. First thing first, the left was out because I would've collided with sister. I had two options 1) Go the longshot right from far outside 2) Abort. The longshot is very dangerous, that's why most rule it out. It rides over a huge pillar of cement then bowls fast and hollow over the shallow of Kaiser reef/shipwreck with insane power.
Much LOVE for lil sister Gail! LOVE to shreddd in good company. LOVE to Smile.
When it comes to Commitment, ask yourself. Are you in, or are you really IN ?
I had to make a decision immediately. I Committed and went on the longshot right. Locked-in the power pocket, up and crouched full speed down the line. The surfers positioned in the bowl scattered because the right had me heading straight towards them.
Remember, I was supposed to be going left. I made a bold choice to take the right, extremely hazardous. The big risk offers big return for the one's who are willing to take it. It could be death, but it could also be the ride of your life. I F%ckin made it!
All the way down the line. Practice. More practice. Sacrifice. Discipline.
Much LOVE for all the discipline hard work and sacrifice.
Then I was presented with another choice 1) ride it to the channel and return to position 2) ride it straight and maybe catch a reform on the inside. I went straight, but I made a mistake that could've ended my life. *The offshore winds were cranking that day so it was necessary to move forward on my board at take-off. The extra weight forward would keep the board properly weighted down so I could get in and catch the waves. Necessary to move forward on a day like so, but once up to your feet, you gotta shuffle back.
Absolutely stoked on the longshot that I made, but still overrun in my mind. I had forgotten to shuffle back on my board. The closeout thrusted the back-end of my board up. I then watched the nose dive and lock into a heap of shipwreck. I prayed for my life just before I got shackedd. The last words in my mind "fall parallel!" The board locked into the iron bars, buckled and broke. I got violently launched into the shallow, but physically I made it out just fine. I paddled in to see the one guy who consistently offers helping hand on south shore. The man. The surfer. The south shore legend, Uncle "Mooch" Fernandez. Thanks uncle, always.
Much LOVE to Uncle "Mooch" for all the incredible tips at the Kaiser bowl and the far outside peak. Also much LOVE for the help when no one else was around. Much LOVE to the legend Uncle Reno, for the stories and lessons he shares. Much LOVE for Johnny Boy Gomes. And LOVE to all the south shore Kaisers crew, Fritz, Rocky, Satar and Jonny Z. LOVE You Uncle James Jones. LOVE to SURF! LOVE the stoke! And LOVE to put it on the line! "I'M NOT GONNA BE SCARED!!!" Uncle Thomas, I LOVE YOU! Thank you
I positioned far outside and deep, so prepared for the next set of Kaiser lefts. I was sitting at the top when the set approached. I turned to go on the second/better wave of the set and started to paddle hard, however surf sister Gail was directly in my way. It was all happening so fast, and I had to make a decision. First thing first, the left was out because I would've collided with sister. I had two options 1) Go the longshot right from far outside 2) Abort. The longshot is very dangerous, that's why most rule it out. It rides over a huge pillar of cement then bowls fast and hollow over the shallow of Kaiser reef/shipwreck with insane power.
Much LOVE for lil sister Gail! LOVE to shreddd in good company. LOVE to Smile.
When it comes to Commitment, ask yourself. Are you in, or are you really IN ?
I had to make a decision immediately. I Committed and went on the longshot right. Locked-in the power pocket, up and crouched full speed down the line. The surfers positioned in the bowl scattered because the right had me heading straight towards them.
Remember, I was supposed to be going left. I made a bold choice to take the right, extremely hazardous. The big risk offers big return for the one's who are willing to take it. It could be death, but it could also be the ride of your life. I F%ckin made it!
All the way down the line. Practice. More practice. Sacrifice. Discipline.
Much LOVE for all the discipline hard work and sacrifice.
Then I was presented with another choice 1) ride it to the channel and return to position 2) ride it straight and maybe catch a reform on the inside. I went straight, but I made a mistake that could've ended my life. *The offshore winds were cranking that day so it was necessary to move forward on my board at take-off. The extra weight forward would keep the board properly weighted down so I could get in and catch the waves. Necessary to move forward on a day like so, but once up to your feet, you gotta shuffle back.
Absolutely stoked on the longshot that I made, but still overrun in my mind. I had forgotten to shuffle back on my board. The closeout thrusted the back-end of my board up. I then watched the nose dive and lock into a heap of shipwreck. I prayed for my life just before I got shackedd. The last words in my mind "fall parallel!" The board locked into the iron bars, buckled and broke. I got violently launched into the shallow, but physically I made it out just fine. I paddled in to see the one guy who consistently offers helping hand on south shore. The man. The surfer. The south shore legend, Uncle "Mooch" Fernandez. Thanks uncle, always.
Much LOVE to Uncle "Mooch" for all the incredible tips at the Kaiser bowl and the far outside peak. Also much LOVE for the help when no one else was around. Much LOVE to the legend Uncle Reno, for the stories and lessons he shares. Much LOVE for Johnny Boy Gomes. And LOVE to all the south shore Kaisers crew, Fritz, Rocky, Satar and Jonny Z. LOVE You Uncle James Jones. LOVE to SURF! LOVE the stoke! And LOVE to put it on the line! "I'M NOT GONNA BE SCARED!!!" Uncle Thomas, I LOVE YOU! Thank you
Above pic Uncle "Mooch" Fernandez
Played a major role in the development of many south shore Professional surfers (example, Carisa Moore)
Keepin it Clean with cold sparkling water on a hot summer day
Locale Kaisers / Rock piles / Ala moana bowls
Played a major role in the development of many south shore Professional surfers (example, Carisa Moore)
Keepin it Clean with cold sparkling water on a hot summer day
Locale Kaisers / Rock piles / Ala moana bowls
Быть знаменитым некрасиво.
Не это подымает ввысь.
Не надо заводить архива,
Над рукописями трястись.
Цель творчества самоотдача,
А не шумиха, не успех.
Позорно ничего не знача,
Быть притчей на устах у всех.
— Борис Пастернак, Сестра моя — жизнь
Не это подымает ввысь.
Не надо заводить архива,
Над рукописями трястись.
Цель творчества самоотдача,
А не шумиха, не успех.
Позорно ничего не знача,
Быть притчей на устах у всех.
— Борис Пастернак, Сестра моя — жизнь