Just a stupid story for the fun of it, i have pleanty of my sifu but ill start with one that involves both of us.
I had been teaching along with my sifu in a PCYC in Parramatta which is an area in Western Sydney. One of the students had come along with friends of his and they where not exactly the most friendly looking bunch in the world. They where pretty obviously try hard gangsters and where all asian, fairly well built with the usual gang style trappings.
My sifu spoke to them in canto for a while (proberly trying to suss out exactly why my class mate had brought them) and then eventualy brought one of the larger ones over to me.
He told me that the guy wanted to spar and get a feel for the kung fu we where doing.
I looked into my sifus face in slight disbelief that he was actualy trying to get me to challenge match with some weird triad looking guy. Still i spoke to the bloke for a few mintues and he actualy seemed pretty nice and didnt seem like he was really there to cause trouble so much as find out what his friend was into.
On with the match...
I started out with a relaxed but tight gaurd and started to pep the guy with a couple of jabs and basic boxing punches. The guy was obviously not really much of a fighter and i was hitting him easily. I started to drop my gaurd down to my waist and try to encourage him to strike as he was clearly overly tence and basicaly scared. I tried to use just slipping and dodging and allow him to fire off a few punches, i was not attacking with any real power but instead was basicaly just tagging him. During one exchange i tagged him lightly on the chest and he yelped like a puppy and winced in pain. I asked him what the matter was and he pulled up his shirt revealing a very red and sore looking peirced nipple. I appologised for striking him there and said i would take more care.
He then seemed to get a bit frustrated and started trying to take my head off. Yet he still had really no idea what he was doing and was throwing wild haymakers and lurching all over the place.
I kept my gaurd at my waist and continued to slip then tag him although now with a little more force and more towards his head.
Finaly he threw a horrible looking right cross which i slipped out the way of then he promptly screamed dropped to one knee and lost all colour in his face.
This freaked me right out and i stopped immediately and asked him what the hell had just happened. His sholder was slumped to one side and he had gone compleately white.
My sifu runs over and begins talking to him in chinese and feeling his sholder. By now ive realised the guy has just dislocated his sholder by hitting thin air and am trying my hardest to look concerned whilst trying to figure out exactly what the heck had happened.
Anyway my sifu takes the guy's arm and begins to slowly move it around in circles then all of a sudden he shoves the sholder back up into the socket( I have seen him do this trick three times now). The guy yelps again and then sits down to get his breath. He continues to talk to sifu for a while and get his bearings and then eventualy comes over to me and say's his goodbyes and leaves.
So yeah i guess the moral of this story is that not everyone who looks hard actualy is.
PS that was funny, Kung Lek just snapped
Last edited by jon; 12-21-2004 at 04:49 AM.
Up and down, forward and backward, left and right, its all the same. All of this is done with the mind, not externaly.
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Shaped dragon and looking monkey, sitting tiger and turning eagle.
"I wonder how they would do against jon's no-tension fu. I bet they'd do REALLY WELL."
- Huang Kai Vun