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Some sparring stories.

The first time I ever sparred a black belt was in Tae Kwon Do, a very long time ago. I was about 11 or 12, and it was the last time I went to class at that school. I had just gotten back into TKD after a hiatus, as my sisters were very busy in their dance classes, and I wasn't able to get to class (since I couldn't very well drive myself). We went through form and then to sparring. I got paired with a first-degree black belt. I was a Brown, Senior (almost black belt), so I'm guessing that they thought we were on even terms...despite the age gap of several years (he was older)...and the height difference (he was about six inches taller). I got pounded, as he actually fought me, and just picked on my head. Now, I could take a hit, mind you. I just couldn't return one, and it frustrated the hell out of me. So after my humiliating pounding, I quit.

Fast forward to 2 years ago. I was attending a Wushu school, and had decided to compete. I was in one forms competition at Intermediate level (in which I lost; I shoulda done Drunken Fist...), and one sparring competition. I was between weight classes and, stupid me, I went with the higher of the weight classes. Needless to say, everyone there had the range advantage, and I was wearing hefty boxing gloves and tried to stick to a style of combat that they had taught me, and I knew I couldn't use. All in all, it was a wash, and I was depressed for about six weeks after that. I finally kicked my a** back into gear and rejoined my current dojo.

Mostly, they were learning experiences. When I was in TKD, I was too young to learn, and I hadn't received a sound beating for a while when I entered competition. I think the biggest disappointment was that it was my first ever competition, and I lost everything I entered. This was after everyone I know telling me just how good I am at martial arts. I didn't have more time to dedicate to study, so I just fell into depression. Now, I'm about to become a cop, and I'll have more free time to train. That'll be nice.

Another batch of stories (these are more positive):
First one's from my friend in college who I learned some Tien Shan Pai from. We were sparring with some light, fingerless, padded gloves (much like typical videogame karateka gloves) and no masks, and he landed a great punch across my face. I turned right around to fight, burning after the hit, and he threw up his hands and said, "You're bleeding!" Accounts from observers report a sickening "crack" when the punch hit. My nose was crooked for a day before I went into the bathroom and bent it back into position. It was still crooked for a while, but acupuncture helped to straighten it out. Now I'm pretty again. whee

Next one's from college as well, but with a different friend. We were doing some bare-handed stuff, just playing around. My then girlfriend and a mutual friend of ours showed up to watch. While I was joking around with them, my friend took the opportunity to kick me in the face. I immediately turned on him and advanced. He threw his hands up and said "Sorry!" Apparently, I had gotten quite fierce when I decided to advance, and it scared the hell out of him.

Last one. I worked at the Boy Scout camp for a couple of summers while I was in college. One summer, we had this obnoxious jerk at camp, and while his Troop were up, we learned of a nickname that he was called, and apparently hated. At this point I had only had TKD training. So I was teasing him one night while laying on my cot in our staff area. He came into my tent and grabbed my throat. I immediately clamped onto his wrist, put my foot in his neck and rolled him into a straight arm lock. He finished threatening me (despite being locked and not able to do any harm), and walked away. I decided that some jujutsu would probably be a good thing after that.

This isn't really about a someone getting a butt kicking, but it's a funny story. My sensai was teaching us beginners how to fend off a street attack with out doing alot of dammage. He and a brown belt were simulating what would we were to try and do when my sensai let out a loud fart. Sensai just grinned and told us that if we ate alot of beans before going out we could use that "attack."

This is a granpa story (so you know it's gonna be good). My grandfather's machine shop used to be located in an urban neighborhood that bordered on some unsavory settings. One day, while he was loading up the truck, a guy came up to him with a gun. The exchange went something like this:

"Gimme everything you got."
"Really? You want everything?"
"Yeah! Come on!"

At which point my grandfather spins around with a pipe and clocks the guy unconscious, finishes loading up and leaves. The guy wasn't there when he got back. He was in his seventies at the time. I love my grandfather. whee

It reminds me of a video of a tournament I once saw. Andy, one of the blackbelts at our club was fighting in a tournament. This other guy who had just won his fight and was on an endorphin high and he didnt have to fight Andy but he chose to, even though he wasnt in his weight class. They went to fight and Andy KOed him with two kicks, the first one spun him round and then the second kick sent him flying into the next ring, the referee there was like "wtf?" and was still trying to figure out what had happened when the ambulance took him (the guy Andy had been fighting) away.

That's awesome!

Another hospital story. My cousin, the surgeon, was still in school and doing a rotation in the local ER. Some guy was out of his head on drugs and tried to run when he figured out the police were there for him. Code green goes out (patient becoming violent) and Scott come running. Scott's the only guy between the door out and the druggie. The druggie tries to shove Scott, but Scott sidestepped, got a wrist lock and pulled the guy facefirst to the floor, pretty as picture. A police officer was right behind the guy and cuffed him while Scott still had the lock applied. Scott sadi, "Man, that's cool!"

well i went to a tournament like three weeks ago and they matched up this red belt with two other black belts and at first the red belt had to face the 1st degree black and he beat him with no sweat.then they matched him agianst a 2nd degree black belt and the red belt got the crap beat out of him in the first round but then in the last round the red belt jumped into the air and did a flying round house and the black belt just kicked the red belt while he was in the air and the red belt went flying across the ring.everyone was sure it was over after that but the red belt got up and kicked the crap out of the black belt.aparntly when the black belt did that it only pissed the red belt off.