February 25, 2005
fightend
fightend
Inspiration from jase's thread. I was reflecting on my own "martial art" which is not a martial art at all, but is how I instinctively "fight". Basically I fight by not fighting, yet I win.
In most cases, I can protect myself and friends, by going into this weird zone, where I talk myself out of the confrontation, while making the other guy look like an idiot who just lost the fight. (Its a "Now" thing). But, sometimes thats just not an option.
There were 8 of us hanging out one nght, while a HS dance was going on across a busy street. A gang of 10 were hanging out on the other side. These were the "tough" kids, and they started yelling insults, which we returned, only to be greeted with rocks being thrown at us. So we throw them back, and of course, it was all escalation, so they came charging. All my friends but one, ran for cover leaving the two of us, which seemed for a strange reason to be a good position to be in. Adopting a non-aggressive stance, I basically stood waiting as if I couldn't care less. All the big bad guys instinctively passed me going after the running prey. Only one guy, same size as me, picked me as his target. He charged me at full speed as I patiently waited in a seemingly passive stance. I let him run his neck into the inside of my elbow and into a headlock, and somehow changed his forward momentum staight down, while spinning him just slightly. (..dont know how I did that - as in I had nothing planned - it was just reaction). Anyway, he pleaded mercy, so I said I was gonna release him and that he was going to walk away, and that was that, not a punch. Then I went down the street trying to find and help my friends.
I was seeing this girl, soon to be divorced and separated from her husband. We were at a happy hour, and he had been tracking me. She went to the bathroom. Suddenly, I knew something was about to happen. I turned around, and his face was 6 inches from mine and he wasn't looking to happy. I impercptively moved one foot back and one forward for balance, but left my arms down, almost behind me, very passive. He had two huge goons behind him, and the whole scene was probably already geting the bouncers attention. So, ok, ...time to act. I launched my attack - I stared into his eyes and got calm. "Ya like fucking my wife?". Staring more intensly, "She's not your wife". He asked again, looking for a different reply, got the same. Hands still at my sides, I knew it was coming, but my stare mixed with my open posture had him befuddled. He didnt know whether to punch or push at this point, and wound up trying both at once, which was kinda useless, and the bouncers swamped him. I took a sip of my beer which I never put down, although I never would have used it against him, after all, technically I was fucking his wife. I just didnt want to waste the beer.
When I can't avoid a fight, I don't think there is anyone I can't tackle before they realize I got them, then wrap'em up, get off and repeat as necessary.
So I really have never had a fight. (well except for one, but that was with a good friend and we just beat the crap out of each other).
Posted by Ocean at February 25, 2005 10:34 AM