sam221766
12-30-2013, 10:36 PM
I just wrote a story on my blog, first story I've written in a while, and was hoping for some feedback on it. The blog is at sam221766.wordpress.com , and I will also post the story here, with the dirty words removed. I hope you enjoy it! Please comment here or on my blog. I will probably add more stories soon, especially if I get some positive feedback. :) Hope it's not too long to hold your interest.
Now, for your enjoyment:
The Martial Arts Tournament
Once upon a time I was a young boy taking a tae kwon do class and was enrolled in a tae kwon do tournament. I was around 12 or so, and had started taking lessons recently and had received the belt after the white belt, the yellow belt with one stripe on it to signify my rank.
I had never been to a tournament before, and wasn’t totally sure what to do. I was waiting for my turn in the white and yellow belt division, and had to wait a bit for my first match.
I was then paired up with a guy who was a little taller and a little thinner. He was around my age too, and we both stood up when called and went to the center of a padded mat and faced each other in the middle, with the referee there at the side.
We both bowed to each other, and then stepped back a bit. We both assumed a martial arts stance, with one foot forward and one back, sideways to each other.
Then he stepped in and punched me in the torso. It was painful, and I tried to return punches like we did in class, but I didn’t actually connect with his torso.
In the class we had often practiced against pads or against the air, doing the moves a few times up and down the mat, but rarely did we spar or actually hit each other with the punches and kicks of tae kwon do.
So when I did that he mostly ignored my hits, and shortly after that he kicked me hard in the solar plexus, or the gap in the rib cage over the heart, and I fell back unable to breathe for a bit and in a lot of pain.
The owner of the tae kwon do studio was near the side of the mat, and he was trying to offer some words of advice. I asked him if we were supposed to actually hurt each other, and he said we were. So I said, “You want me to beat the **** out of him?” and my instructor said to “Go for it.”
So I got up and still felt some pain in my torso, but ignored it a bit, and the other guy smiled at me and said, “So, you want some more?” We squared off again in the middle of the mat, and the referee held his hand between us and lifted it and we again assumed the stances.
Except this time I wasn’t standing that way out of habit, I was instead watching and reacting to what he did, and then assumed the sideways stance to him as a reaction to his movements, in order to present a smaller target and to protect my body with my hands and legs more effectively.
He tried to kick me and I stepped into it a bit, catching it with my left arm against my torso. As he was doing that I stepped in and punched him in the face, hard, hard enough to knock him over and he rolled backwards and stood up.
The ref stopped the fight just as that happened, and reminded me that in the white-yellow belt tournament rules punching to the face was prohibited.
So we squared off again, and this time as the ref started the fight, I swung my back leg, my right leg from that same stance, and kicked him hard in the side of his head. He collapsed quickly, and the ref made a comment about that being technically legal, but not very nice.
The fight was over then, with me as the victor in that division, and there weren’t a lot of people fighting in the white-yellow division.
My instructor asked me where I had learned to do that, since I hadn’t done that before in the class and he wasn’t quite sure how I was sparring that good. I didn’t really want to talk about it, and he wasn’t too worried about where, just that I was doing a good job, and asked me if I wanted to try fighting in a higher division.
So I said I would, and the next higher division was the green/red belt division. These kids were a bit older and a bit larger.
Since the division had already completed prior, I requested to fight the winner of the green/red division. He and the referees were okay with that, so we again squared off with our left foot forward and our right foot behind, hands up and forward, his in fists and mine open with fingers spread.
I asked the ref if head punching was allowed, and he said it was, and my opponent nodded. He was probably about 30 lbs. heavier than me and around 6 inches taller, and was slightly darker in skin hue although I couldn’t determine his race.
As the ref started the fight, I opened with a left hand reaching for his face, quickly but with an open hand. He blocked that with his left forearm, and this created an opening for me to strike him with my rear hand, with a bit of power as I pushed his left hand out of the way with mine.
I hit him in the face with my palm, right against his eyes, as though I were going to gouge out his eyes except with my fingers pointed up instead of forward so the palm made contact.
He squealed and fell over backwards clutching his eyes in temporary blindness. The ref stopped the fight promptly, and looked impressed. He said, “I haven’t seen that before” and asked me where I had learned to do that.
I thought about my past, and didn’t mention at all the source, and instead chose to be mysterious, although I thought a bit about killing the fish on a fishing trip repeatedly, and of the times I had fought adults out of necessity, often with weapons, and my tendency to go towards a commotion instead of away from it.
So after knocking the green/red belt guy down with a palm strike to the eyes and face, they asked me if I wanted to fight the winner of the black belt division.
I was okay with it, and the black belts were mostly adults. So again I squared off against a larger opponent, and this one was a lot bigger and stronger than me.
So we opened up in the stance, and he threw a hard right punch that I tried to block with my left hand, but didn’t block much of it and I got hit in the face and rolled over backwards and stood up.
The ref stopped the fight then, and then restarted it when he saw me roll over backwards then stand up quickly in the stance.
The next time we started I did a quick head punch fake with my right arm, then slid under and between his legs, catching his ankle first to help me get the momentum going, and then as I stood behind him I held on to his ankle of his forward leg, and lifted hard knocking him forward and off balance.
Then I grabbed that foot with both hands and twisted hard. He yelped a little and the ref stopped the fight. He tried to stand up but wasn’t quite making it, so I tried to help him up but the ref wasn’t ok with that, so a second referee tried to help him stand and was only somewhat successful.
They asked me if I wanted a trophy, but I declined it as well as the black belt that was offered. I eventually stopped taking the lessons since they weren’t really showing me much new, as I was hoping, and the next commotion I ran towards was a lot more brutal than anything those sporty martial artists could ever dream of.
Now, for your enjoyment:
The Martial Arts Tournament
Once upon a time I was a young boy taking a tae kwon do class and was enrolled in a tae kwon do tournament. I was around 12 or so, and had started taking lessons recently and had received the belt after the white belt, the yellow belt with one stripe on it to signify my rank.
I had never been to a tournament before, and wasn’t totally sure what to do. I was waiting for my turn in the white and yellow belt division, and had to wait a bit for my first match.
I was then paired up with a guy who was a little taller and a little thinner. He was around my age too, and we both stood up when called and went to the center of a padded mat and faced each other in the middle, with the referee there at the side.
We both bowed to each other, and then stepped back a bit. We both assumed a martial arts stance, with one foot forward and one back, sideways to each other.
Then he stepped in and punched me in the torso. It was painful, and I tried to return punches like we did in class, but I didn’t actually connect with his torso.
In the class we had often practiced against pads or against the air, doing the moves a few times up and down the mat, but rarely did we spar or actually hit each other with the punches and kicks of tae kwon do.
So when I did that he mostly ignored my hits, and shortly after that he kicked me hard in the solar plexus, or the gap in the rib cage over the heart, and I fell back unable to breathe for a bit and in a lot of pain.
The owner of the tae kwon do studio was near the side of the mat, and he was trying to offer some words of advice. I asked him if we were supposed to actually hurt each other, and he said we were. So I said, “You want me to beat the **** out of him?” and my instructor said to “Go for it.”
So I got up and still felt some pain in my torso, but ignored it a bit, and the other guy smiled at me and said, “So, you want some more?” We squared off again in the middle of the mat, and the referee held his hand between us and lifted it and we again assumed the stances.
Except this time I wasn’t standing that way out of habit, I was instead watching and reacting to what he did, and then assumed the sideways stance to him as a reaction to his movements, in order to present a smaller target and to protect my body with my hands and legs more effectively.
He tried to kick me and I stepped into it a bit, catching it with my left arm against my torso. As he was doing that I stepped in and punched him in the face, hard, hard enough to knock him over and he rolled backwards and stood up.
The ref stopped the fight just as that happened, and reminded me that in the white-yellow belt tournament rules punching to the face was prohibited.
So we squared off again, and this time as the ref started the fight, I swung my back leg, my right leg from that same stance, and kicked him hard in the side of his head. He collapsed quickly, and the ref made a comment about that being technically legal, but not very nice.
The fight was over then, with me as the victor in that division, and there weren’t a lot of people fighting in the white-yellow division.
My instructor asked me where I had learned to do that, since I hadn’t done that before in the class and he wasn’t quite sure how I was sparring that good. I didn’t really want to talk about it, and he wasn’t too worried about where, just that I was doing a good job, and asked me if I wanted to try fighting in a higher division.
So I said I would, and the next higher division was the green/red belt division. These kids were a bit older and a bit larger.
Since the division had already completed prior, I requested to fight the winner of the green/red division. He and the referees were okay with that, so we again squared off with our left foot forward and our right foot behind, hands up and forward, his in fists and mine open with fingers spread.
I asked the ref if head punching was allowed, and he said it was, and my opponent nodded. He was probably about 30 lbs. heavier than me and around 6 inches taller, and was slightly darker in skin hue although I couldn’t determine his race.
As the ref started the fight, I opened with a left hand reaching for his face, quickly but with an open hand. He blocked that with his left forearm, and this created an opening for me to strike him with my rear hand, with a bit of power as I pushed his left hand out of the way with mine.
I hit him in the face with my palm, right against his eyes, as though I were going to gouge out his eyes except with my fingers pointed up instead of forward so the palm made contact.
He squealed and fell over backwards clutching his eyes in temporary blindness. The ref stopped the fight promptly, and looked impressed. He said, “I haven’t seen that before” and asked me where I had learned to do that.
I thought about my past, and didn’t mention at all the source, and instead chose to be mysterious, although I thought a bit about killing the fish on a fishing trip repeatedly, and of the times I had fought adults out of necessity, often with weapons, and my tendency to go towards a commotion instead of away from it.
So after knocking the green/red belt guy down with a palm strike to the eyes and face, they asked me if I wanted to fight the winner of the black belt division.
I was okay with it, and the black belts were mostly adults. So again I squared off against a larger opponent, and this one was a lot bigger and stronger than me.
So we opened up in the stance, and he threw a hard right punch that I tried to block with my left hand, but didn’t block much of it and I got hit in the face and rolled over backwards and stood up.
The ref stopped the fight then, and then restarted it when he saw me roll over backwards then stand up quickly in the stance.
The next time we started I did a quick head punch fake with my right arm, then slid under and between his legs, catching his ankle first to help me get the momentum going, and then as I stood behind him I held on to his ankle of his forward leg, and lifted hard knocking him forward and off balance.
Then I grabbed that foot with both hands and twisted hard. He yelped a little and the ref stopped the fight. He tried to stand up but wasn’t quite making it, so I tried to help him up but the ref wasn’t ok with that, so a second referee tried to help him stand and was only somewhat successful.
They asked me if I wanted a trophy, but I declined it as well as the black belt that was offered. I eventually stopped taking the lessons since they weren’t really showing me much new, as I was hoping, and the next commotion I ran towards was a lot more brutal than anything those sporty martial artists could ever dream of.