I remember outside class, a kid picked a fight with me (pretty muscly and good at boxing). I did a little movement with my left arm to 'draw his attention' then punched him in the stomach with my right. He attacked me and I kept sidestepping and he only punched me in the arm. I winded him and he keeled over, so i elbowed him in the back and he dropped even more, then i grabbed his hair and mimed doing a deadly knee to the head (did not do). I felt pretty good afterward.

What is the point of this story? To boost about your fight? I wouldn't be proud of something like this in the first place. What happened to trying to 'walk away'?

what's the point of others telling stories? in life, there's things you don't walk away from, YOU FINISH IT.

So you can then go around and boosting about how you nearly kneed a guy in the face?

The_Master:

I loaded up the administrator console, and mimed doing a deadly ban on your account.

Grow up.

One of the fights that I am most proud of goes back from the age of 7 to about 16-17 years old. A close friend of mines older brother had always whipped me handly from that age until that day. He was bigger always stronger and though at the age of about 13 he could not stand with me he would asorb some punches take me down and mount me and beat me down.

This time I was caught by surprises in the company of two young ladies from out of town his brother Darrell had parked at the local store to get cokes. I assume Frank, Darrell's brother saw us pull up and he wanted to embarass me. I sat in the car entertaining when all of a sudden I was placed in a headlock, I responded by slipping out the back capturing his wrist and running my forearm up his back as I ridgehand across his chin with my forearm locking my fingers of both hands over his shoulder. This formed a choke/lock that no matter how he squrimed or tried to power out only added to the lock and choking himself. I held it until I heard him cry uncle for the 3rd time. When I release him he stumbled away and from that day on he never confronted me again aggressively. A new area had arose new confident in my technique and pride in who I am.

Imagine 9-10 years of beat down washed away because he tried to embarasse men in front these girls. Usually these fights were me trying to defend my brother from Darrell's attack and Darrell would backing away and his older brother taking his defense. My younger brother Ron was always getting into fights sometimes with my best friends. Me and Darrell are still friends Me and his brother Frank still hold the same respect established that day in that car.

Of course now I'm bigger, stronger, faster than he and more skilled in every range of fighting but I don't threaten him because we both remember that day. I know I still do, 9-10 years of beat down, I was always close while street boxing but that wasn't good enough we were not playing horse shoes or playing period. That hurt for a long time.

Knowledge is power and Respect feels good!

i don't understand a single one of you. hmmmmmm i'm gonna test u to see if u r true Marial Artists.