So you're a big, tough, mean dude who can kick major butt, right? Not even Bruce Lee can touch you, you'd kill that whimp.

Then why do you use weapons?

This thread does not have a purpose, correct?

Wrong. If you disagree, you suck, stop reading my posts and get a life, you newb flaming arm chair snipers.

If you don't quite get what's going on, then you wern't there. I congradulate you, you don't hang out with me. (This is the point where you scream "YAY, I have real friends!")

Ok, so earlier today (5:30 PM) I go to karate. 30 minute private lesson and a 1 hour group lesson (work out).

It took 30 minutes for my instructor to teach me this new move (he is the top fighter in the country, only one or two guys can fight him and give him a good challenge). What was the move? Why, it was "Attacking Circle", silly. What's the purpose of this self-defence move?

Well, the purpose is simple. The purpose is just that, simplicity. It really isn't a move, or a strike, or block... It's is nothing more than an idea: End the fight as quick as possible with one or two well placed strikes, while presenting the smallest target (yourself) for your opponent to hit. It's also about ignoring intimidation and trash talk. Not being scared rattled, or jarred in a fight is good. If you do not get too excited and aproach the situation as calmly and as cooly as possible, you will be victorious and live to fight another day.

Now, what does this have to do with this post? A lot, that's what.

You know what makes me laugh? Caucasions who are "Racially confused". Now, I don't want to break a rule, get myself banned, or sound like a racist... but what I'm trying to say is these white guys aren't sure of their race. They have white skin, but yet they think they are black or "Gangstas" or rappers, or what ever. Stupid, if you ask me.

Now, do you know what the bully's best weapon is? FEAR, Intimidation, etc. They want you to be so scared of them, you soil your brand new spiderman underware, and run home screaming to mommy. (ha... spiderman...)

What happens when you take this intimidation? They have no weapon, and you hjave a huge advantage.

Ever witness a fight in a public school in america with in the past 2 or 3 years? The ones whom are fighting aren't really fighting. They are trying to scare eachother and scre brownie points with the slutty girls standing over to the side of the fight, waiting to shower the "winner" in... uhhh... well... never mind... moving on...

But fights these days, at least on the street, are not really fights, they are insult throwing poo slinging contests who's main purpose is looking tough and cool.

With martial arts, this situation turns into nothing at all. It is nothing more than an annoiance. You take away the attackers biggest weapon, intimidation. Then you can use a swift strike to take the attacker out, quickly, with out hurting yourself, or innocent bystanders. (My instructor told me a story of one time he got in a fight in the parking lot... of somewhere, probibly a bar, or something. He was more annoied by the attacker beacuse it was 2 am and he was tired and wanted to go home and sleep)

Now, does this have a purpose? Yes, beacuse this exact situation happened to me about an hour ago.

Now, I got back from karate, and was locking the expedition as my friend and his cousin walk up the street, they are going over to the school's soccer field to kick a soccer ball around and just plain waste time. I changed out of my Gi (karate uniform) put on a pair of shorts and went up there.

Un-eventful crap goes here (mostly wasting time).

Eventually, we all go up to the basketball court and they play basketball, and some skater doodz come buy and do suicidal things like jump over a set of 7 steps. Two of the hootest girls in the school come to the court and stuff. (I was too busy staring to notice what was going on at this time) Some other bosnian dood comes down (a "Racially confused" lad that I was talking about earlier).

Now, I've known these two girls for a while. One of them (who I will not name) I've known since second grade. The other I've known since 4th grade. They joke around quite a bit (pretending to flirt, play fighting, etc). Now, this racially confused lad cannot detect sarcasm, nor can he see that me and two guys who were there were kidding around.

He gets more and more mad. I'll shoot a basketball once in a while and miss the rim by an un-godly far distance (2 or 3 feet). Then I mumble "This is why I play paintball". This racially confused lad uses this as an attempt to mess with me. BIG misteak.

"Dood, u play paintball?" "Yeah" "Ill whoap u" "No, you wont" "y not?" "You'd get lit up like a christmas tree" (he takes this as a threat) "no, id whoap ur <butt> u <vulgar term for a female reporductive organ located below the waist line>" "You can keep talking that <poop>, dude."

Blah blah blah... girls go sit down on a concrete ledge (too bad they wern't wearing mini skirts) Bosnian racially confused lad takes this as somewhat of an insult (probibly beacuse the girls wern't standing next to him, and how they were talking about how much skinner I've gotten (went from 180s to 150s, 3 lbs))

Ok, racially confused guy comes back over, starts more crap. I basically brush him off, by noding and keeping my mouth shut. If he said anything too vulgar, or insuleted my family, I'd step in and let a few bad words fly, but I never directly did anything to him (I.E. engage him in a fight, or provoke him).

This is a pretty bad thread, beacuse he is getting more and more angry (and his two cousins were there, plus a few skater doodz (although I'm on good terms with the skater doodz, and I'm respectful, its never bad to be cautious)).

Aparently this 5'4" 130 pund dude thinks he can push me around (6'0" and about 160 (I've been slowly gaining weight, 10 lbs in 2 months)). Now, I'm trying to defuse this crap before it blows up (full blown fight, police, possible arrests for assualt). Man, I kid you not, I could snap kick at about this guy's head height. I could snap kick him in the chin, in optimal conditions (I.E. I'm warmed up and streched).

He decides to engage me. Big misteak.

You know how tough guys get in REAL close? Like almost close enough to kiss you? Then they cock their fist back and sort of jump at you, to scare you?

Well, he did this. Misteak (on his part) #12435273725328483.

What did I do? I blocked, only instead of going after his hand, I went for his face and neck. I basically hit him with my forearm right in the side of his neck, then pushed downwards (sort of on his shoulder) the shock affect on his part kicked in. He didn't resist (he wasn't expecitng me to fight back). He was bent over, neck at about wasit height on me (about 3 feet). I let up on pressure, he starts to stand up. WHAM. One quick hard punch to the back of his head.

The shock affect kick in on him... his mouth basically made a huge circle, his eyes got wide, he kept his left hand on the back of his head, and he backs up. He started to come in closer, so I basically spun around (i was at his side at this time) then I took a few steps back, then 5 or 6 side steps to my right. He freaks out a little (not expecting this kind of foot work), and turns and faces me, and he starts to walk forward.  I'm facing him head on 6 feet away. So I basically jump to a fighting horse stance. (side ways, left side forward, left fist up along my side, right fist cocked at waist height, legs spread out 3 feet, knees bent, hopping on the balls of my feet (like a pro boxer), etc.)

He laughed. Another misteak. He used my wierd looking stance to back off. I kid you not, he basically said (edited for the fourm) "HA! u <female reporductive organ>" walked off... sat down...

Left me alone for a half hour (me looking out of the corner of my eye, he really was ready to strike me... I could see his muscles tense up when I got close...)

Then he makes another misteak, he decides to kick a soccer ball at my face, when I'm bent over stretching.

What do I do? Well, I spin over to my right side, right side facing him, (still bent over) snapped my left hand and my right hand up to my face (to avoid missing teeth (beacuse I seriously would have killed him, I'm not kidding, I would have killed and gutted him if he knocked any of my teeth out, or drew blood on me). Well, I block it with my left hand, and it bounces off... etc...

He decides to talk more <pooey> and try to intimidate me. I seriously felt like laughing. Someone a full head shoter, 20 lbs lighter, less muscle, and a not too good fighter wants a piece of me (I'm not claiming to be tough <poo>, but at least I'm not op[enly cocky...). He gets close in, I side step and avoid him... this goes on for 5 minutes until his friend yells (if this moron got any closer than arms reach, I serioulsy would have ruptured his tiny testicles with a mui thai kick... moron...

blah blah blah...

Ha, I have tricked you into reading all of that gibberish, when my point could have been summed up into one sentance....

You thought that was a typical Belt post?

You were wrong.

I actually tought you something, this post had a point...

Do not fear your attacker. (all you really needed is this one sentance)

bravecoward wrote: longest belt post, ever.

Sadly.

Read the last few lines. Probibly the last 6 or so.

Then you'll realise that you're a sucker for reading it all, and I tricked you into 30 minutes or more of reading...

Muhahaha.

30 minutes?

Good god.

I read the whole thing, good work ,but make sure to stare him down, then hit.  They never see it coming.

PS, I don't smoke too, and I also have a nice Top Thrill Dragster (at Cedar Point) Zippo

Belt, I have studied many martial arts, and many that deal mostly with self defence such as Hopkido, Akido, and Krav Maga. As a matter of fact I was at a 2 hour class on the Human Phylosiphy of Self Defence at my martial arts school the other day. I find myself a good mind on this subject.

Basicly it comes down to this. The BEST fight ever is the one that never happens. Try the best you can to not fight.

In your situation, I dont know, but could you have walked away? Trust me, You can call me a wussy or a girl, but I dont have an ego, I will walk/run away from a fight if it comes to it. There is a definate line between when the situation has gone from the point where you can resolve it by leaving or talking. To me, cheak slaps and shoves are warnings that escalate into a fight. You will know when you have crossed the line from warning into "Ok I need to do somthing now".

In my opinion, there are certian levels of power to use in a fight. Dirt basics are if you dont feal really that threatned and know that the person dosnet have the ability to really do THAT MUCH harm. In thoes situations I think that moves such as Forearm/Elbow, Palmheel to the nose, and basic Hopkido and Akido take downs will work. I think the next step up is punches. Enough said. Kicks can be used and can be very very dangerous. I dont take kicks lightly in self defence. A strong Mui Thai kick to the groind or knees will work. Then comes the more nastyer of moves that I really dont want to use unless I feel that I am in alot of trouble and somthing has to be done. This is stuff like Throat strikes, Throat gouges, Eye gouges, Punches to the spine/back of the head, and kicks to the floating ribs (Has the potential to crack the ribs and send them into the lungs/kidneys/liver).

I think that one of the best things to do is know basic phylosaphies of self defence. Keep humble. If -Like in your situation- somebody is coming twords you, put your hand up, palms exposed, like a 'surrender' pose, with your eyes downward. Nine out of ten times the person coming at you will take you lightly, let his ego get the best of him and drop his hands. He gets squashed like grape.

Basicly what it comes down to is knowing what the situation calls for. Know that you have to be willing, if it is called for, to take a fight to death. A punch to the back of the neck/head or a strong kick to the head WILL snap sombodys neck. A kick to the floating rib CAN cause them to peirce an organ and bleed to death. A throat gouge CAN collapse there airway. You have to know when that is nessisary and when that is not.

Moral of that - Best fight is on that never happens.

Go in peace, Grasshopper.

NMLvaio wrote: using guns make you a little girl I think.

EXACTIALLY.

But in this situation, the "Weapon" was more of a huge ego, death threats (this guy literally said "I'll kill you <female dog>), and a kicked soccer ball which was aimed at my face. I noticed he was also calling a jock friend (I over heard a name of a jock at our school... and some other crap) so I high tailed it out of there.

I like the 60s and 70s attitude of using weapons (other than life or death, or home defence, or if your are female (I'm not being sexist, it's just that, quite frankly, your average girl won't fare well in a bar room or street fight)) is girly, and sissy-like. It's a sort of "put that gun down, you sissy" or a "Live to fight another day" attitude...

I like that...

See, my dad was an blue belt in chinese kenpo back in the late 70s and early 80s... which was good for that time period. That was right in the reign of the mighty Sid Gee, when he was at his prime... Believe it or not, my dad's instructor was Sid... This studio I am studying at is known for producing top fighters, who are basically unrivaled by other competitors.

The only time I'd ever use a gun is if I'm fighting multiple attackers (I'm talking 5 or more... when the <poop> REALLY hit the fan!) or if it were life and death...

That is wise. I don't mind reading, we all have been in that situation. I don't like getting into fights, it's not the fight it's self it's that unbased hatred that follows after.

I actually ran away from a fight, literally I said "But can you keep up, he said yea and I left him in the dust"

After this High School Exeptence test me and my freinds decided to go to the park, 4 of us, just throwing the ball around, 3 other guys came to the park and asked for a 3 on 3, we said we were just throwing around the ball and talking, but they took away and we were forced to play.

We were winning by like 3 TD's and we wanted to go home, one of those guys is like 4 feet ball, crooked teeth, rat face and older than me, he was hitting me and my freinds with the ball and stuff cause he sucks at everything.

We said we want the ball so we can go, they said next score wins, so ok we get away from this. I gave it in and I didn't rush but he scrambled and they got a TD, they cheated and though they won. By this time on of my freinds just went away to the basketball court. They wouldn't get the ball back and one kid started intimitading my freind.

He got his ball back and the kid started walking back to his other freinds. Which were following me home and one was calling me **edited**, and kiding around, his retard freinds saw it as a chance to mess with me.

They left my freind out of this because he's nerdy, chinese and quiet. So their following me down this big avenue and one threw a stick at me and their asking me what I would do if I punched them. I couldnt asnwer they were like slapping me around and stuff. I thought than one of them is a big talker, other is lighter than my foot, and the "Main" kid is not strong. But one of them will bother me with his freinds at school for months to come, other has high school freinds that will feel sorry that I picked on a small kid and kick my arse. And the other is Mexican or Puerto Rican and has "tough" freinds that do drugs and are crazy.

So I just ran away. Not just because 3 on 1 is unfair but because I had 3 years of avoding getting jumped and fighting kids and I was sick of it.

Those kids are cool with me now, the skinny kid is afraid to talk to me when I am with my football buddies, the "talk" kid is one of those football buddies that can't play but talks alot and is impressed by me. And the Latino kid just plain respects me, but we don't talk, I hit him in the crotch with a Basketball, not hard but enough to start poop, he didn't he laughed.

So it's cool now, exept now and then nerds that I pick on and outnerd(although I am not nerdy, I am smart) will have tough brother with drugged up gangstas.

So my point is don't be afraid to run, the way I truned out, and I ran away from a fight. And be good at a sport and join a team.

EDIT: Sorry for the long post and spelling, I just had this memory come back to me.

Alright, I don't want to sound like a racist or anything... but I basically have to outright say it... (Hoping the mods won't get too mad...) I can't come up with any more clever euphamisms anymore... so yeah...

But these racially confused kids gang up. At my school it's the bosnian kids that are the worst (along with blacks)...

They gang up on you, in fights it like 5 on 2, or some other outrageously unfair thing... sometimes weapons are involved... etc...

But I love how they try to push me around... Last year it was this kid named "almin" (sort of like "almonds" ... yeah...)... He is about 5'0" 95 lbs... but yet he thinks he can beat me up... I'm serious, the gym teacher that year broke up about 10 fights that were just starting beacuse of that arrogant <illigetimate child>

But I love how when a fight starts how the yell out "NOW IT'S PERSONAL, YO" but yet they have multiple guys on their side... When they say "personal" don't they mean just you and them?

Nope, they mean that their rgos are over inflated, so big they are about to burst, and if you hit one guy in self defence, you'll quite literally have death threats, and you'll have literally at least 20 guys jumping and attacking you forever... until you snap and kill someone... then you go to jail... (ignore that last part)

Not all bosnians, or blacks are bad... it's just those that follow the stereotypes... as in, shorts hanging down to their shoes (if they want their shorts that low, they should just get pants... har har har), white shoes... you know... they dont want their shoes getting dirty... but yet they failed to notice that their shoes touch the ground... which is dirty, huge amounts of cheap calogne (which is so smelly and thick you can hear your brain cells die off and your brain cell count dropping as you try to struggle for precious oxygen as you are choking to death.....)

You get the idea... It isn't a certain race, ethniticity (wow... just... wow.... I failed miserably at spelling that), or national origion that pisses me off... it's those individuals (nah, not even that, dont even give them that much credit) I mean... those puppets of pop culture that start crap with me... then when I get tired of it, and snap and hit one, I have the whole lot coming after me (St. louis metropolition area is aproaching 30 % bosnian/croation/that european area people (mind you, the St. Louis metropolitan area is about 3 million people...))

Blah blah blah

bottom line:

If you start crap with me, and then get hit, then send your whole possey against me to kill me and gut me, expect me to really mess you up next time I see you.