htowndragon
01-29-2006, 04:26 PM
A little story.
I was trained in Houston’s Chinatown. I first began my training with Master George Hu, learning Shaolin Long Fist, some Xing Yi and ba gua. I sparred with my elder classmate Bill, and some other class mates. With Bill I used the gloves maybe twice. With classmates closer to my age, I used no gloves, and we broke the power at the wrist, just enough for the other guy to get the idea. Later I began training with my sifu Eugene Chou, learning Gong Bao Tian’s ba gua chuan. We would spar and do applications without any protective gear. I got hurt a few times. I would also spar and do hands with my best friend David of Wing Chun, etc. and we would still not used gloves. I got many bloody noses, cuts, etc.
I then moved to Ft Collins, CO and soon sparred with some people. I fought a JKD/Kempo guy behind an apartment building, fought another Kempo guy, sparred with my Hispanic friend who did muay thai and street fighting, etc. and I did fine.
At this park across the street every day at lunch, Rogers Park, people would go and street box for fun. Sometimes there was beef, sometimes it was just for fun. When I decided I wanted to try it out I was stupid enough to fight the undefeated “champion” who was 40 lbs heavier than me. I used a bad guard, tried to leak, etc. This was the first time I ever “fought” with gloves, I wasn’t used to the feeling. This is with 14 oz
I lasted under 2 minutes, and was knocked down. I wasn’t “out” but most felt I couldn’t go on. Pretty much KO-ed. First fight, lost.
Second time I fought I fought this “OG from Chicago and two time Golden Gloves” guy who was also heavier than me. It became a pretty scrappy match. Round 1 I knocked his head into the barn wall we were fighting at. Second round, my body gave in, and I had to quit cuz I could barely move. People said during the duration of the fight, it was pretty even, but only because I was getting really tired in the second round when he started landing stuff. They called it a tie.
Third time I fought the first guys cousin, who was also around 40 lbs heavier than me. Gets mean as hell, angry as hell. First round he had me knocked down a few times, but I got back up. Round 2 I stopped playing defense and I hooked him in the jaw, intercepted his right haymaker, and landed a solid right cross on his chin. His eyes were out, if his butt hit the ground it would have been KO. Then cops came and I got a ticket when he ran off with a bloody eye, but that was a different story. Based on round 2, people said I won.
I’m currently 18 if you were wondering, and I just re-read Chan Tai San’s boxing story and felt like posting my own.
Happy New Year
I was trained in Houston’s Chinatown. I first began my training with Master George Hu, learning Shaolin Long Fist, some Xing Yi and ba gua. I sparred with my elder classmate Bill, and some other class mates. With Bill I used the gloves maybe twice. With classmates closer to my age, I used no gloves, and we broke the power at the wrist, just enough for the other guy to get the idea. Later I began training with my sifu Eugene Chou, learning Gong Bao Tian’s ba gua chuan. We would spar and do applications without any protective gear. I got hurt a few times. I would also spar and do hands with my best friend David of Wing Chun, etc. and we would still not used gloves. I got many bloody noses, cuts, etc.
I then moved to Ft Collins, CO and soon sparred with some people. I fought a JKD/Kempo guy behind an apartment building, fought another Kempo guy, sparred with my Hispanic friend who did muay thai and street fighting, etc. and I did fine.
At this park across the street every day at lunch, Rogers Park, people would go and street box for fun. Sometimes there was beef, sometimes it was just for fun. When I decided I wanted to try it out I was stupid enough to fight the undefeated “champion” who was 40 lbs heavier than me. I used a bad guard, tried to leak, etc. This was the first time I ever “fought” with gloves, I wasn’t used to the feeling. This is with 14 oz
I lasted under 2 minutes, and was knocked down. I wasn’t “out” but most felt I couldn’t go on. Pretty much KO-ed. First fight, lost.
Second time I fought I fought this “OG from Chicago and two time Golden Gloves” guy who was also heavier than me. It became a pretty scrappy match. Round 1 I knocked his head into the barn wall we were fighting at. Second round, my body gave in, and I had to quit cuz I could barely move. People said during the duration of the fight, it was pretty even, but only because I was getting really tired in the second round when he started landing stuff. They called it a tie.
Third time I fought the first guys cousin, who was also around 40 lbs heavier than me. Gets mean as hell, angry as hell. First round he had me knocked down a few times, but I got back up. Round 2 I stopped playing defense and I hooked him in the jaw, intercepted his right haymaker, and landed a solid right cross on his chin. His eyes were out, if his butt hit the ground it would have been KO. Then cops came and I got a ticket when he ran off with a bloody eye, but that was a different story. Based on round 2, people said I won.
I’m currently 18 if you were wondering, and I just re-read Chan Tai San’s boxing story and felt like posting my own.
Happy New Year