The Fight I Never Wanted to Have
Dear Friend,
Everyone Thought He Was Going to Kick My Ass - But
When He Went Home With Cuts, Lacerations and Contusions ...
When I was a junior in high school I got into a lot of fights.
Some were on the street. Others were in parking lots or dark
alleys. But the one I remember most took place in the bathroom
of the high school I attended.
One afternoon, after finishing lunch, I walked into the “john” to
drain my bladder. Just so you know, at the high school I attended
the stalls didn’t have doors. Not only that, instead of being the
cheap plastic doors we see today, they were literally made of brick.
Anyway, after draining the “main vein,” I turned around and found
a big, strong, powerful man standing in my way. His name was Bob
and let me tell you, if there was ever a guy I didn’t want to fight – he
was the one. He was a stud football player and a star in track and
baseball, too. And he was mean as hell.
In fact, as legend now has it, 10 days earlier Bob got into a fight with
his cousin. He knocked his own cousin senseless – giving him a dozen
stitches on the outside of his face – and another dozen or so inside his
mouth. He was brutal, believe me.
Naturally I tried to talk my way out of the trouble standing before me.
But it wasn’t working. Bob wanted to kick my arse and their was no getting
around him. I knew I needed a plan of attack if I was going to escape from
the battle alive, not to mention free from injury.
When Bob started pushing me with his fingers, steam started to build inside.
I absolutely hate that.
In between his taunts, in desperation, I guess, I recalled the techniques I
had learned previously ...
Want the rest of the story?
Then go here and find out what
happened. You're going to love it.
Best,
P.S.: The technique I used to end this fight is so simple anyone can
learn it within seconds. It may save your life someday. I suggest you
find out what it is. Don't dilly-dally around. Head right on over to
Street Grappling
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