Oh My Holy Gods…. ChessBoxing!
Why haven’t you told me that this exists? I demand to know now. This is clearly my destiny — to be the greatest Chess Fighter in the world. The only way to start is to hire a Thai Guru that makes me kick a palm tree until my shins bleed, then demands a recitation of Sicilian variations.
Someone needs to establish a US league, and pronto.
That’s some A+ production value for a random Swede-like Euro creation. I am ever increasingly impressed with this.