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FelixP · 06-10-2009, 03:58 PM

When I was in preschool I stabbed a kid in the back. We were playing power rangers and he picked up the stick I wanted to use (for our zwords; yes, zwords with a Z), so I took it from him and stabbed him with it. In second grad Tim Hall, who was big in a fat sort of way, knocked me down but I was able to keep him off by laying on my back and kicking at him every time he got close. In fifth grade I fought him again. He hit me in the side of the head, which hurt like a motherfucker. I staggered back a few feet and my glasses flew off. I tore into him after that, and we both went away bleeding and bruised. In sixth grade my old man and his wife enrolled me and my stepbrother in karate (GKK), which was stupid because it enabled us to protect ourselves whenever they tried hitting us. They usually won in the end (225lb 40yo vs 80-90lb twelve year old), but we usually got some licks in.

A few years ago (after I quit karate and before I started working out) I was mugged by two guys on my way home from school. There was a guy on a bike and a guy on foot. The guy on foot just walked up beside me and stuck his hand in my pocket. I removed it, and he punched me in the face. He punched me again in the exact same place (didn't hurt either time), and I remembered some of my training and roundkicked him in the ribs. I heard something crack, and I took off like a bat out of hell. I couldn't really throw a punch because his homeboy had pulled my bookbag back, so it was like my arms were being pulled together from behind, and my elbows were nearly locked (I had a jacket on as well, which didn't help).

I haven't been in a fight since then, but I'm alot stronger now, and I remember some of my old training, at least on a thoeretical level anyway. Plus, I'm a dirty fighter (crotch, eyes, ears, throat, knees;it's all good. Rebar? Shovel? Beer bottle? Eight inch work knife? Ditto.)

06-10-2009, 03:58 PM	#38 (permalink)
FelixP Insane Location: I'm up they see me I'm down.	When I was in preschool I stabbed a kid in the back. We were playing power rangers and he picked up the stick I wanted to use (for our zwords; yes, zwords with a Z), so I took it from him and stabbed him with it. In second grad Tim Hall, who was big in a fat sort of way, knocked me down but I was able to keep him off by laying on my back and kicking at him every time he got close. In fifth grade I fought him again. He hit me in the side of the head, which hurt like a motherfucker. I staggered back a few feet and my glasses flew off. I tore into him after that, and we both went away bleeding and bruised. In sixth grade my old man and his wife enrolled me and my stepbrother in karate (GKK), which was stupid because it enabled us to protect ourselves whenever they tried hitting us. They usually won in the end (225lb 40yo vs 80-90lb twelve year old), but we usually got some licks in. A few years ago (after I quit karate and before I started working out) I was mugged by two guys on my way home from school. There was a guy on a bike and a guy on foot. The guy on foot just walked up beside me and stuck his hand in my pocket. I removed it, and he punched me in the face. He punched me again in the exact same place (didn't hurt either time), and I remembered some of my training and roundkicked him in the ribs. I heard something crack, and I took off like a bat out of hell. I couldn't really throw a punch because his homeboy had pulled my bookbag back, so it was like my arms were being pulled together from behind, and my elbows were nearly locked (I had a jacket on as well, which didn't help). I haven't been in a fight since then, but I'm alot stronger now, and I remember some of my old training, at least on a thoeretical level anyway. Plus, I'm a dirty fighter (crotch, eyes, ears, throat, knees;it's all good. Rebar? Shovel? Beer bottle? Eight inch work knife? Ditto.) __________________ Free will lies not in the ability to craft your own fate, but in not knowing what your fate is. --Me "I have just returned from visting the Marines at the front, and there is not a finer fighting organization in the world." --Douglas MacArthur Last edited by FelixP; 06-13-2009 at 07:26 AM.. Reason: fixed silly mistake (sidekick to roundkick)