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When I was younger, my cousin was the number 2 rated kickboxer in the Professional Kickboxing Association (PKA, an early version of MMA). My aunt took me in for reasons. She lived in West Palm Beach and she put me into a Catholic School. I got picked on alot, and would fight anyone anytime. She got tired and told her son to teach me, The Martial Arts. So every day, he would pick me up and we would crross the bridge in West Palm to the rich side of West Palm, where his Dojo was. So I became an exhibition dummy for his classes. Then when all the classes were over, I would clean up and then he’d start teaching me. His one Unbreakable Rule was that I could not use what he taught me against other kids. So I kept getting my a$$ kicked but as I learned more I got to where I could block the punches and occasional kicks. A couple of the bullies were enrolled in his classes and since I didn’t fight back. They would give me hell at school and in the Dojo and I would just take it because I wanted what he was teaching me.
On weekends my cousin would compete at or judge Tae Kwon Do tournaments. After 6 months he would let me try to get my belts for competition Tae Kwon Do. I got my black belt in the next 6 months. I had put on some weight and I was all gristle and n bone and quick twitch muscles. So a year goes by and I’m everyone favorite punching bag at the Dojo cause I always let them do their workouts on me. My cousin then decided to teach me Judo. I have my Black belt in Judo, in 6 months. Next door is a little Filipino grocery store and he gets the owner to teach me Escrima. I fall in love with Escrima, mainly cause Escrima has a real focus on improvised weapons that peasants could use because they couldn’t have real weapons. I focused on Tonfa’s and Karambits. So I am 15 and change and all I’ve done is focus on Martial Arts, for 2 solid years 6 days a week.
Well, over Christmas Break, my cousin shuts his Dojo down so he can focus on an upcoming professional bout. So I don’t have any friends, so I go to the school every day and shoot hoops. Well 2 of the rich kids come to the school and after I leave, they break into the schools gym and just destroy it. When school let’s back in everyone finds out the gym has been destroyed. The 2 little rich pricks have been bragging and they quickly get turned on. Well they decide they don’t want to go down alone and they say I was with them. There’s lots of video showing me out on the outside courts. So the school charges all 3 of us. I go to court and swear up and down I didn’t do anything. No one believes me. The 2 rich kids parents have hired very good attorneys and they promise to pay for all the damages. So the Judge lets us all go with a stern warning that he should never see any of us ever again. I am so mad because my Aunt doesn’t believe me. So she is making arrangements to send me back to my bio sperm donor.
I am still going to school but I’m now 5’11 and about 150". So I start watching to see how those little shits go home. They usually take a route that goes over a canal, that has Alligator’s in it and they cross using this huge pipe. I know I am being sent back and I know what’s coming. So I skip my last class of the day and I wait at the pipe for them. When they show up I wait till they are half way over and I beat the brakes off of them. Next day their parents show up at my Aunt’s house and tell her how I beat their boys up. They are blistering away at her about how I had done these horrible things to their boys.
I am well and truly pissed now and I lay out how these boys have been bullying me for 2 years. My Aunt backs me up because I was coming home several times a week with black eyes and ripped up school uniforms. They leave and my cousin comes in and tells me to get in his car. We drive to the Dojo and he tells me to get my Gi. When I come out he is working on the Heavy Bag. He hands me protective gear for my head, ribs, and fit. He then gives me the most thorough education in that he had taught me all I know. But he hadn’t taught me all he knew.
So, wtf does this have to do with this thread. This isn’t a therapy thread. Well I join the military and do 8 years. I get a scholarship and I move to that college. I meet this crazy hot girl and we are going on our first date. As we are leaving the restaurant there is a girl screaming bloody murder and 2 men are fighting in the back of a car. So, I decide to be Billy badass, impress my date, and wade in to break them up I pull the first guy out of the car and put him down pretty hard. I grab the second guy and I am about to put him down , and this girl who had been screaming for help lands on me from behind with her stiletto pump and begins to enthusiastically beat on my head. Fortunately the girl,l I am out on a date with, peels the girl off of me. But now I am in a fight with 2 big beefy frat boys, that ■■■■my cousin told me about using his training. Went straight out the window. I eventually put them down, but now the police are here.
I was extremely lucky because all of it happened in front of a security camera.
TLDR. Got a lot of martial arts training tried to break up a fight and at that point I had to fight the 2 guys who had been fighting each other.
Moral of the story: Don’t jump into stuff unless you, absolutely, know all the details.