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SM is the Daddy...
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Date: 2006/09/16 08:25
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By: Edward
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I'm not being a bitch here. Well, yeah I probably am a bit. This is a mildly humorous post, no offence intended.
So, sitting here tonight, bit bored with training on my own. Decided to pop round to a few local KF clubs in the area, see what's cooking. Not to replace the SM of course, that goes without saying. Just looking out of interest. One up the road, off I went.
I'm not gonna say what the style is, they seemed like an ok crowd I guess. Friendly. It seemed to be a home-made style, nothing I've ever heard of anyway. Nothing traditional.
Turned up, small class, everyone in Kung fu suits. Hmm.. so the assistant instructor comes over and invites me to train. First lesson free. Yeah ok, why not. Haven't done that for a while.
Lots of fitness - ok, so I'm not as fit as I used to be. Still, I kept up. Lots of stretching and jumping around.
So then we were sparring, kind of. The kind of '3 techniques each'. Damn, can't play SM like that. Sparring with the big student. Lots of high kicks from him, followed by him almost falling over. Big guy, batting his techniques like nothing. No power. He couldn't get anything through, and I think he was a bit pissed off coz he started trying to land sneaky techniques. You should do SM mate  I landed everything, trap, gou choi. Bao jong. Sweet. I gave him face though, made out I was tired and had to have a rest.
But anyway, point of the post. Shields. Come the end of the class, they ... well 'we' .. were doing loads of sit ups. And then everyone gets in a line, lying down on the floor.
What's this? Thinks I... a sex thing? Everyone is groaning like they are going to get kicked in the nuts. The teacher comes along, and starts walking across everyone's waist.
Sweet.
Everyone is like tensing their stomach muscles up, and yelling while he's standing on their gut. Next guy, more yelling. 'Take it take it'. The teacher is only walking across them, not stabbing them to death. Anyway, next guy. Comes to me. Geared up the shields.
Particularly with the latest waist gung from Sifu. I've done it - seriously - 15 times since I was last in London. I've managed to do it both sides once ONLY. Any more I feel like I will choke on my own anus.
So I'm geared RIGHT up, I'm expecting something - maybe the shields aren't as good as I think they are. The guy stands on me. Oh. Seriously, I reckon I could have bounced him off me with the shields. His face dropped. I am so not a nice person sometimes.
Well, I take these things to heart, KF is important to me huh.
So then he goes along and punches everyone in the gut. Again, he might have well as tickled me from a distance with one of those bendy balloons. Everyone else is yelling and tensing up and going 'gnnnnnnn'... even their seniors, and I'm doing nothing, bit of intention. Internal kung fu - sweet.
Yeah, I probably shouldn't post this - but come on, a kung fu suit doesn't make kung fu. They had absolutely nothing. I think the guy had probably made it up as he went along. If you're gonna do that, you really deserve to have the finger pointed.
Post edited by: Edward, at: 2006/09/16 08:27
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