The Iron Curtain. I received the nickname after having my sparring partner break his wrist against my face by means of a mean hook. On the way back from that sparring session I was hit by a passing car (and subsequently made a full roll over the body of the car, unintentionally) that apparently just didn't see that I was crossing the street. I ended the night with absolutely no injuries. The aforementioned story and the fact that I was born and bred in the former Soviet Union is the reason some of my buddies call me the Iron Curtain.