Licence to kill..............

Found this small collection of martial arts licences from back in the day when your skills were deemed so lethal, that a licence was needed, so that you could show to your attacker as he demanded money with menaces at the cash machine/kebab shop that you were indeed a bad ass and perhaps they went about their way and picked another not-so-lethal individual.

Back in the day, when legend had it that you had to warn your potential attacker and ne'er do well three times of the fact that you are a walking death machine, before unleashing a nemesis about their person (if you was an 'orrible cant', just like Bricktop, even better). 

Oh yes, they were wild and dangerous times back then; possession of a martial arts licence was an intoxicating feeling of power and superiority, not afforded to everyone that walked the streets of their home town.

As you can see, I have six licences, the oldest one dating back to 1990; six times the power to strike down my foe with but a single Dim Mak Death Touch........................

You have been warned..............