Fighting right

In the ring with Robby Squyres, Jr., SF's Muay Thai hope

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Robby Squyres, Jr., practices for his qualifying fight at Battle of the Pacific.
Photo by Amanda Rhoades

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CULTURE The veteran Muay Thai master placed the braided circlet, the Mong Kong, on the head of his young pupil. The two stood together in the grass at the Contra Costa Fairgrounds in Antioch, in the qualifying round for the Battle of the Pacific, a day of martial arts battles featuring fighters both amateur and experienced.

May 17 was a bright, sunny day to enjoy a kick to the head; families, couples, and loved ones gathered on the grass around the red, white, and blue ring to cheer at flying legs and fists. Earlier in the night, two six-year-olds entered the ring for a round of Muay Thai in miniature headgear and leg shields. They smiled as they finished their adorable fight.

Others had more serious intentions. As Muay Thai struggles to find a foothold in the United States as a spectator martial art, every match matters. The Inner Sunset's World Team USA already has one star in Ky Hollenbeck, who fought a nationally televised fight at Madison Square Garden last year.

But World Team's newest up-and-comer is a San Francisco underdog at the beginning of his career, and that night he had much to prove.

The sun lowered at the fairgrounds, bringing a cool shade. Hands still outstretched, Kru Ajarn Sam Phimsoutham (Kru Sam for short) bowed his head with 22-year-old Robby Squyres, Jr., as both said a silent prayer before his championship fight.

The moment of prayer had a purpose. Squyres calls this his "switch." Before a match, he closes his eyes and remembers his most feared memory, bringing himself to a point of aggression which he immediately must conquer to gain enough mental control to fight.

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Kru Sam, before placing the Mong Kong on Robby Squyres Jr.'s head. Photo by Joe Fitzgerald Rodriguez

Four years ago, Squyres was not a walking weapon. Four years ago, he had a brush with death.

Squyres first walked off the path while attending Raoul Wallenberg High School. The San Francisco native wasn't necessarily a proud student.

"I was trying, but I was barely skimming by," he said, alluding to unsavory extracurricular activities. "That life all caught up to me."

One summer night, the then-teenager was walking up Powell Street with his friends when they came across a group of nine guys who "had beef" with two of Squyres' friends. The newcomers were spoiling for a fight.

Squyres thinks he was the primary target because he was the biggest; if the attackers' philosophy was "take out the biggest guy first," it's easy to see why it would be him. He was quickly knocked to the concrete with a sucker punch.

As soon as his head hit pavement, they pounced. Boots hammered his head and body as the savage teenagers ensured he couldn't get up. When a friend tried to jump in to help, he was snared in the melee too. By the end, Squyres' face was bloodied and he suffered multiple injuries, including a concussion.

A security guard found him laid out on the sidewalk and pulled him to a nearby store. Through hazy memories, Squyres remembers a friend holding his hand during the ambulance ride to the hospital. His hospital release papers came with advice for treating head injuries, but those were the least of his troubles.

"It went downhill from there," Squyres remembered. He found he had trouble coping with the fear, which plagued his waking moments as well as his sleeping ones. He quit school and spent nights looking over his shoulder. Eventually he sought peace of mind.

"I asked this gentleman in the San Francisco Police Department, a good friend, for a gun. I was stupid," he said. "My friend said 'No. I'm going to help you defend yourself.' He called his friend in the Philippines. He said 'I don't know your story that well, but I'm going to give you an opportunity.'"