I am proud to introduce the official debut of my first product: Beyond Words: The art of body language and physical escalation. Vercetti, Mr. M, and myself worked for over a year on this product and we’re happy to finally release it. It is going to be the quintessential body language home study course and includes guest presentations from Keychain and 5.0 who are some of the best instructors in the world for body language. In fact, I purposely made sure that if I was going to release a product on body language, something I’ve studied for years, I wanted to make sure that I had the best guys in the world to help me. This is that product.

Here are some video sneak peaks from the seminar:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UCisrvgjlU&feature=channel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsPKuZybBLY&feature=channel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufPDKRKLEqM&feature=channel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lT5lsNXgvk&feature=channel

There are only 500 copies available, thats the limit we set it to. This is THE best product for learning seduction on the market right now, I guarantee it. In fact I would say that nothing even comes close to giving even 10% of the advice we give in this DVD. We teach you how to move, how to stand, how to look, how to speak, how to touch, and even how to do nothing in a way that can attract women. We’re also including a number of bonuses for those of you who order today from the link I provide at the end of this post. You’ll get 5.0 on kino and physical escalation, Keychain on rapid physical escalation and day game, Vercetti on beliefs and inner game, as well as me giving a presentation on online dating. These are all bonuses. There’s also a 45min master class session with Vercetti and I answering questions from the Beyond Word’ attendees about very specific topics, things you would never find online or on a product. This is only for those who purchase in the next few days.

You can order the dvd here:

BEYOND WORDS

You can add me by going to facebook.com/cajunthelegend.

I actually log in to facebook quite often. So if you’ve ever wanted to talk to me, or ask me a question, this would probably be the easiest way. I also just uploaded a bunch of videos

I went back on the show to hang out with Mark and answer some questions on Subtext, Body Language, and Online Dating.

Watch it here

1. This is my personal list and is therefore correct no matter what you think.

2. Ranking is not based purely on looks. There are other factors which will be explained for each choice.

3. This list is based on female rockers in their prime, not necessarily present day versions of them, but I’ll probably get into that too.

4. I don’t care how hot they are, if their music sucks shit then so do they.

Alright, good. So who made the number five spot?

#5

Emmylou Harris

Now, most people would argue that Emmylou Harris isn’t rock at all, and they’re kind of right; Emmylou did mostly folk and country songs. But she also played with groups like The Band and Neil Young, who very much ARE rock, and are also two of my all-time favourite in the genre. This allows her to be eligible through association, but also because she’s fucking hot. Actually, young Emmylou Harris wasn’t really that amazingly hot, I mean she definitely had the girl next door thing going on, and I would definitely make a move on a girl that looked as hot as she did, but compared to the others on this list, she’s pretty plain.

The reason she’s on this list is because she has one quality that is ideally suited for it; she’s aged amazingly. In fact she may be the hottest old lady I’ve ever seen next toJessica Lange about 10 years ago. Look at this shit:

Keep in mind she’s about 63, even up close in HD she looks good. She’s actually an extremely talented performer as well, listen to her perform Evangeline, a song coincidentally about my people; the Acadians, with The Band. Sexy voice!

Her prime year? I actually think she got hotter as she got older, so whenever this picture was taken:

Would I do her now? Most definitely. It’s not really even for the glory on this one either, I mean there would be a lot of glory involved, but I’d probably enjoy this one just for the mad gilf-dom.

#4

Stevie Nicks

The front woman of one of my favourite bands of all time; Fleetwood Mac. Fleetwood Mac is kind of a guilty pleasure because its a band that everybody seems to like and they tend to get a tremendous amount of recognition and praise, a lot more than I think they deserve considering they really only had a couple of good albums while they were together (Although rumours is a fucking masterpiece). But this list isn’t about ranking bands for their contribution, it’s about HOT WOMEN! And Stevie really had that shit going for her.

Unfortunately, when the mac broke up and she went solo in the 80?s she gained some weight and decided to embrace the 80?s style of overdoing everything along with incorporating some weird black magic wicca aspect into her image that just made her come across as creepy.

With Stevie I’d say her youngest years are her best, early to mid 70?s being her hottest years, actually I’d say she was more attractive in her Buckingham Nicks days even though nobody really knows her from that period. She seemed to get more and more fucked as the years went on, and it’s evident in her style, demeanor and music.

Would I still do her now?

She’s aged pretty decently compared to some of the other women on this list, and has that “my friend’s mom” kind of look to her. Although she still has that cold, crazy bitch look on her face all the time, which scares me. She seems like someone who might kill you in your sleep, or use you as some sacrifice in a spell for an evil entity or something. It would be cool to fuck a sorceress though, so yeah, if I had a few drinks I would probably go for it.

#3

Joan Jett

Oh yeah, the reigning queen of balls to the wall female rockers. Joan Jett has no competition when it comes to being a physical manifestation of every male (and female!) hard rock fan’s wet dream. Thekind of woman that would pull up in a trans-am, scowl at you as she emerges from the car in black leather, take a long drag of her cigarette, grab the back of your head, kiss you violently, exhale her drag, then punch you in the face. Fuck I just got a boner…

Jett gets bonus points for NEVER selling out, and being true to herself her entire career. Joan Jett is Joan Jett, she isn’t a constructed image, or a gimmick to sell records, she’s herself, and that makes her even hotter.

Her prime year would probably be when she left the Runaways and went solo, so around 1979. Unfortunately she was also affected by the 80?s and managed to overdue things a bit later on, even for her.

Would I still do her now?

Well, I almost did a couple years ago. If I had another chance though…uhh she would probably be my last pick out of all the women on this list in their current forms, but that’s only because I’m not really into women that are built like a brick fuckin shit-house.

But yeah if I had the chance again, I’d probably do it.

#2

Debbie Harry

Oh man! Debbie Harry, the lead singer of the influential 70?s pop band “Blondie”, is one of the most iconically beautiful women of the past few decades. If you look at the hipster movement today, or any of those American Apparel ads plastered on bus stops and subways that seem to have been inspired by it, it’s easy to see the influence she’s had on several generations of women and popular culture. Blondie transcended a number of different genres going from candy coated pop to funk infused reggae and eventually even rap, yes you read that correctly, and I’ve yet to see a white girl to this day attempt that professionally. Blondie inspired and really pushed forward the idea that a leading woman in a band could do more than simply look pretty; although Debbie was great at that too.

Why she’s on my list: Her contribution to music and popular culture alone would be enough to warrant it, but did I mention she’s FUCKING HOT. Look at this!

She also has that feminine confidence that really translates well through her pictures and her music, something I personally find incredibly attractive. She’s pretty down to earth in interviews too, and seems like someone you could just go have a drink with. If were talking prime years here I’d say 1978; that’s when Blondie first started getting a lot of mainstream success and when she was probably her hottest.

Would I still do her now?

Oh man, she’s pretty old. Still looks amazing for her age mind you, but she’s got this Anne Murray thing going on now with her look that, frankly, disgusts me to the point of inverting my penis. Having said that, yeah I’d still probably go for it given the opportunity…FOR THE GLORY!

UPDATE: Apparently she just got a bunch of surgery done and looks pretty hot.

#1

Ann & Nancy Wilson

Fuck yeah! I picked 2! They’re sisters and they’re both in the same band, so I can only give them one spot —- BON(er)US!!

Ann & Nancy Wilson are of course, the two defining members of the band Heart, and there was a time when they were the two hottest women on the planet, no joke. Most people associate Heart with their 80?s image and picture these two extremely 80?s corporate looking jokes of hotness. It’s almost as if they were making fun of themselves because in the 70?s when they were doing their own thing they were fucking AMAZINGLY hot.

Ann doesn’t really photograph as well as Nancy, but watch her in motion in this video:

Now not only were Ann & Nancy both ridiculously hot in the 70?s, but they could also fucking ROCK. I’m actually more enamoured with Ann because she has this incredibly attractive way of expressing herself when she sings, it’s like a confidence thing, like she doesn’t care if she makes ugly face expressions because she’s just singing as hard as she can. Crazy hot! She’s also basically the female equivalent of Robert Plant, who most would agree is the most impressive rock singer of all time. I’ve heard Heart cover Zeppelin, and it rocks, Ann can almost out-Plant Plant. Not that Heart didn’t have a number of their own rockin songs, check this one out, and I dare you to not fall in love with Ann by the end:

Prime year: I’d say 1976, that’s the year the two videos above were from. Ann doesn’t have too many years when she was crazy hot, she teetered back and forth with her weight and her looks, so her prime years are more like prime months of certain years. It gets really complicated in the 80?s, then in the 90?s she ballooned and it just gets ugly.

Would I do them now?

Uhhh, well Nancy is married to Cameron Crowe, who made Almost Famous, one of my favourite films so I can’t really have her out of respect. But Ann…yeah Ann is still pretty big, but I think she got her stomach snipped or something so maybe she’s lost a bunch of weight and is hot again. It’s always a gamble with Ann…but yes I would go for it, she’s too much of a legend not to.

Who did I miss?

Why do I always find myself in the most fucked up situations? For those of you that read my good buddy Tenmagnet’s blog (www.tenmagnet.com) you may have already read his account about what happened a week ago to me in Sydney, but for those of you that didn’t, let me explain the whole thing.

I’m too confident, most of the time that’s a good thing, but it also gets me in trouble…often. I will never back down from a fight, I will drink anybody under the table, I feel I can outwit anybody and charm my way through anything. This obviously has tremendous repercussions for someone who works in bars all over the world for a living. I’ve been in some very scary situations, believe me, but most of the time I can talk my way out of any serious problems, however, this past weekend in Sydney was not one of those times.

It was the end of the Saturday night portion of our seminar in Sydney. It’s about 2:30am and I just climb out of a car near the club that we took our students. I had been making out with a flight attendant from Perth that was wearing the same captain’s hat as me, so we had an instant connection and went back to her car after a short flirty conversation. She goes back inside to her friends and I realize I have no money for a cab home. I go to a couple ATMs in stores around the area but it seems like my card is frozen; this happens sometimes when I’m in foreign countries and forget to tell my bank that I’m travelling. I realize that I’ll have to walk home seeing as how I don’t have a phone to call my bank and the pay phones don’t seem to work. I don’t mind too much since our hotel isn’t far and I know the way, so I start walking.

I end up walking through Darling harbour to get back to the hotel since its a really beautiful walk at night the way the lights flicker off the water and seeing the Sydney skyline in the reflections. I get through the harbour and find my way to the aquatic centre near my hotel. As I’m walking up the stairs to cut through the aquatic centre I notice a thin oriental guy. He sees me, then runs up the stairs ahead of me very quickly. I remember thinking it was somewhat suspicious but assume he was simply in a hurry.

As I get up the stairs there’s a narrow path that leads through to the main road which is under construction and has some scaffolding pipes and wooden pallets laying around. Halfway through the alley a group of three guys come around the corner and walk towards me with purpose. I sense something, so I move to the side to let them pass by me, but they also move to the side to block me. I stop and realize that something is about to happen, the Oriental seems to have been a lookout. The biggest one comes forward, he’s jacked up and has those thick neck muscles that only bodybuilders seem to get, he also has a look of pure hatred on his face. The other two are only slightly bigger than me and seem to be less confident and keep a bit of distance. I contemplate kicking the big one in the balls as hard as I can or trying to gouge his eyes and making a run for it but decide I’ll wait and see what he does first. As he comes forward his body language is telling me that he’s trying to scare me, so I smile clench my fists and walk towards him; this actually confuses him for a second and he pauses and looks me up and down like he can’t believe that someone my size would stand up to him. This is something I learned from how male lions act in the wild: size doesn’t win battles, confidence does.

I stop in front of the big guy just outside of striking distance. He looks at me for a second then comes close and shoves me. He’s testing me, trying to decide if he can beat me. The other two remain at a distance.

Cajun: He-he are you drunk?

Big guy: Give us your fucking money.

Cajun: (dead calm) I don’t have any, atm card isn’t working.

Big guy: Give me your money or we’ll fucking kill you.

A bunch of things race through my head at this point. I decide that I can either fight them or make a run for it. If I run ill have to go back the way I came and since I’m drunk (students bought me a bunch of shots at end of the night) I figure they might catch me on the stairs and I could end up pretty hurt. If I fight I figure that I could probably hurt the big one bad enough to scare the other 2 away, or maybe take all 3 if I got lucky, but that’s a big if. I’m a pretty small guy, 5’7 and about 155lbs but I haven’t met anyone who is quicker or hits harder than me. I also come from a family of fighters, military elite if you go far enough, one of my ancestors being Napoleon’s best friend from Military school and his #1 general during his campaigns across Europe, he fought on the front lines with the troops as did all the other ancestors in my line and it’s been said in France that there is more blood on my name than any other in history. Fighting is literally in my blood and it gives me a shit load of confidence, something that any fighter will tell you can be the deciding factor in any fight. I figure that if I can hurt these guys bad enough then even if I lose in the end, they will second guess every other person they decide to rob from this point on. That could save lives. This seems like a stupid move but they didn’t seem to have any weapons, otherwise I felt they would show them in order to convince me to hand over my wallet.

I find it amusing that 2 days earlier the movie 300 was playing at the hostel I was staying at. As scenes rushed through my head I realized, like the Spartans, that sometimes you have to fight a hopeless battle simply to show that you’re willing to. I decide to fight.

Most men never get in a serious fight in their life. When I say serious I mean a fight for your life. I’ve had the occasional fight with people from school and plenty of bar-fights, but I’ve never fought someone with the intention of killing them. In fact I’ve always been scared of killing someone when fighting and usually withhold myself even in unfair fights, this may sound ridiculous but where I’m from fights are common and accidentally killing someone in a bar-fight can land you in prison for life, even if they started it. It’s hard to describe then, the feeling that takes over when you give yourself the freedom to fight for blood in a life or death situation. Maybe it’s this dormant animalistic trait that only gets activated in these situations, but I literally felt like I had no control over my actions once I decided to fight.

I started to speak to the big guy hoping I could catch him off guard by attacking him in mid sentence.

Cajun: Here, take my wallet.

Big guy comes closer.

Cajun: There’s a couple hundred…

I leap forward in mid sentence and punch the big guy in the throat as hard as I can. I can feel cracking and cartilage being crushed under my fist and assume I hit him in the nose and broke it. I pull back and he looks like he just got shot and falls down on his knees and makes a noise like a dog coughing. He clutches his throat and releases high pitched gasping whelps.

I broke his throat.

I laugh.

The other two look at each other with panic and come forward to help their friend. I glare at them and laugh maniacally in the craziest way I can. The bravest one swears and runs at me with his fist cocked, without thinking I position myself with my back against the wall of the building. As he swings at my face I step to the side and grab his arm. Using his own momentum to push him towards the wall, I grab the back of his head and smash his face into the brick wall as hard as I can. I can feel his face cave in and blood sprays out as he exhales through a mess of smashed teeth, broken nose and split lips. He drops limp leaving a smear of blood and cartilage on the bricks. I quickly turn around and look for the third, but can’t find him. The big guy is getting up so I walk over and contemplate kicking him in the face and stomping on his throat so hard it decapitates him, I remember this making me laugh. This is actually one of the last things I remember as I get hit HARD in the back of the head by something very heavy. I remember the world seeming to shift and the ground come up to hit me in the face. I black out.

I wake up and I can see my own reflection. I look bloodied and beat up and think I’m dreaming. I don’t know who I am, or where or what I’m doing. I quickly realize I’m awake and in a pizza restaurant and I’m looking in a mirror. There’s two nice people talking to me.

Girl: Oh my god, should we call the cops?

*I check my pants for my wallet.*

Cajun: Shit I think I was robbed.

Guy: Yeah you said that, should we call the cops? You look really hurt.

Cajun: Uhh fuck, I don’t really know what happened.

Girl: Here sit down, have some water, tell us what happened.

Cajun: How did I get here? Where am I? I remember getting attacked.

Girl: You walked in here 30 seconds ago with your eyes closed and were talking in the 3rd person, we thought you were a zombie! You said you were attacked and robbed and needed help.

Cajun: Fuck, I don’t even know who I am, this is scary, like a movie. They must have hit my head hard.

*I feel my head and its covered in huge bumps, I panic a little thinking that the guys fucked my head up forever.*

*The two nice people look concerned.*

Cajun: Hmm wait, I remember I work for a company called lovesystems!

Girl: Here use the computer!

I go on the computer and go to the lovesystems website, where I sign up for the upcoming bootcamp in Melbourne and learn how to attract women like the masters. Two weeks later and I’m pulling more tail than I ever have in my life, thanks lovesystems!

The End.

Just kidding. I actually looked at the bios and recognized my name as Cajun, I read my profile and was amused at what I read.

Cajun: Ha ha this is who I am? I’m ridiculous! Pretty awesome though.

I’m not even joking about this, this was a really weird feeling, like I fell into an alternate dimension when I had a really weird job and lifestyle. It’s like my soul was impressed with the body that it got to inhabit. Very weird. Even weirder is that as soon as I realized who I was all my memory came back.

Cajun: Ahhh I remember who I am now, yeah I’m staying in the Vulcan hotel in Ultimo!

Guy: Oh that’s right around the corner! Come on we’ll take you there.

So I get back to the hotel and this is where Chris’s account of the story comes into play. Chris and Steve (Keychain) get me a cab to the hospital and the doctor tells me they fractured my eye socket and I will need plastic surgery and titanium plates implanted into my head. I file a police report and tell the police to check hospitals for two guys coming in with a broken nose/face and throat. They don’t find anything, although they did tell me that there were thirty assaults reported that night so I don’t think they give any one much manpower, especially mine since they assumed I simply got punched in the eye and lost my wallet with nothing valuable in it.

I gotta give props to Keychain, he stayed with me at the hospital all night and is one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.  Chris is one of my best friends but since there was a seminar the next day to teach, one of us had to be there, so I made Chris go back to the hotel to sleep so he could teach since I knew I wouldn’t make it in my condition.

So I got my operation 2 weeks later, after travelling the east coast of Australia exploring the beaches, getting into adventures and surfing, but that’s another story. I just finished my operation and can now say I am MORE MACHINE THAN MAN since I now have a titanium plate in my skull.

The question I keep asking myself now is: Did I do the right thing?

The more I ask myself the more I realize that if I DIDN’T do what I did I would forever wonder what would have happened if I did. I pride myself on always standing up for myself, even when it may seem idiotic or suicidal, I still do it because I have faith in my ability to overcome. I realize that one day I will find a challenge I can’t overcome and my arrogance will reward me with pain and suffering, maybe this was one of those times, but at the end of the day I still have to live with myself, and I define who I am by the choices I make, not the pain or the suffering that they bring.

Sometimes its better to learn things the hard way.

What do you think?