Darrencowan
Green Belt
Sanchin Ryu is a close combat style. We do not fight from a distance. We do not deliver high kicks.
When I was in 12th grade, I was accosted by a person at a party. He made the mistake of attacking me in a narrow hallway. It is said that Sanchin Ryu can be performed in a phone booth (what are those?), so he was in for it. I clutched him and delivered basic number 7, Seichi, knee strikes to his pelvis and legs. He went down. I brought elbows down on his back. He became frustrated because he had no room to throw his hay-maker punches, drew back and put his wrist through a window. He had to go to the hospital that night for stitches.
A couple months later, I was at a party, sitting in my car with a friend, listening to music, rolling a joint and he opened my door and attacked me. I do suffer from mental illness and I was quite psychotic at the time. I begged him not to fight me. I told him I was sorry. He continued. I should have used some hand-to-hand tech, but the only thing that came to mind was biting. We are a tiger style and I do subscribe to biting. I bit his ear off, tugged at it like a rabid pit bull. After wards, we got out of the car and were fighting. Again, I struck him with knees and elbows. He was tough, though, and didn't go down. He is a good wrestler and wrestled me to the ground. At this time I had started watching Royce Grace fight in the UFC and understood how to project myself on the ground. I assumed a ground guard, not allowing him to pin my hips. I was so tired, I just wanted it to end, so I let him punch me a couple of times and then requested the onlookers get him off of me.
While he and I are friendly now, we sure weren't back then. The thing is, I grew up around him. We rode the same bus everyday to school. I'm not sure why he lashed out at my friends and I. I think it had to do with a beef we had with his friends over disrespecting our girlfriends.
He was so happy to have won that second fight. I could hear outside saying he was happy to have won, all the while he ear was spewing blood like a volcano. He fought me twice. He went to the hospital twice. I am very small and disabled and don't always "win" fights, but I tend to put people in the hospital. Sanchin Ryu is dangerous. I am dangerous. I'm not somebody who has never been in a fight. I've lived on the streets, in the ghetto and have had to defend myself against scum like pimps and gang members. Also, as I said before, I'm Cuckoo Brains (Bill Cuckoo Brains Barnes is the character I play in my death metal/bird watching band, Death Metal Bird Song.).
I was very disappointed I let him get the upper hand on me in the second fight, but it's no biggie now. Hell, just knowing I jacked him up twice is fine because he was one of the toughest dudes in my home town. Stockbridge, Michigan maybe a small farm community, but I'll put some of our best fighters against any street-wise hood. One can point his noise up in the air and tell me these people wouldn't last long at all, but when you fight a dude with hands the size of cinder blocks from tossing hay all day, you get some fear in your heart.
When I was in 12th grade, I was accosted by a person at a party. He made the mistake of attacking me in a narrow hallway. It is said that Sanchin Ryu can be performed in a phone booth (what are those?), so he was in for it. I clutched him and delivered basic number 7, Seichi, knee strikes to his pelvis and legs. He went down. I brought elbows down on his back. He became frustrated because he had no room to throw his hay-maker punches, drew back and put his wrist through a window. He had to go to the hospital that night for stitches.
A couple months later, I was at a party, sitting in my car with a friend, listening to music, rolling a joint and he opened my door and attacked me. I do suffer from mental illness and I was quite psychotic at the time. I begged him not to fight me. I told him I was sorry. He continued. I should have used some hand-to-hand tech, but the only thing that came to mind was biting. We are a tiger style and I do subscribe to biting. I bit his ear off, tugged at it like a rabid pit bull. After wards, we got out of the car and were fighting. Again, I struck him with knees and elbows. He was tough, though, and didn't go down. He is a good wrestler and wrestled me to the ground. At this time I had started watching Royce Grace fight in the UFC and understood how to project myself on the ground. I assumed a ground guard, not allowing him to pin my hips. I was so tired, I just wanted it to end, so I let him punch me a couple of times and then requested the onlookers get him off of me.
While he and I are friendly now, we sure weren't back then. The thing is, I grew up around him. We rode the same bus everyday to school. I'm not sure why he lashed out at my friends and I. I think it had to do with a beef we had with his friends over disrespecting our girlfriends.
He was so happy to have won that second fight. I could hear outside saying he was happy to have won, all the while he ear was spewing blood like a volcano. He fought me twice. He went to the hospital twice. I am very small and disabled and don't always "win" fights, but I tend to put people in the hospital. Sanchin Ryu is dangerous. I am dangerous. I'm not somebody who has never been in a fight. I've lived on the streets, in the ghetto and have had to defend myself against scum like pimps and gang members. Also, as I said before, I'm Cuckoo Brains (Bill Cuckoo Brains Barnes is the character I play in my death metal/bird watching band, Death Metal Bird Song.).
I was very disappointed I let him get the upper hand on me in the second fight, but it's no biggie now. Hell, just knowing I jacked him up twice is fine because he was one of the toughest dudes in my home town. Stockbridge, Michigan maybe a small farm community, but I'll put some of our best fighters against any street-wise hood. One can point his noise up in the air and tell me these people wouldn't last long at all, but when you fight a dude with hands the size of cinder blocks from tossing hay all day, you get some fear in your heart.
