As I took my little bro into the backyard, I wanted to take a look and see who my possible opponents were. As I have learned in the navy and in martial arts, opponents exist everywhere but it is up to the individual to locate them. There were a couple of tough looking guys, but I was pretty confident in my abilities as a fighter. I have been training pretty hard with scrapper lately and was jumping at the chance to test out which worked better in a real brawl, the Navys Hand to Hand or Scrappers NHB style.
My little bro played in the pool for a while and I could sense that I was getting stared at the whole time. It was hot outside, so I had taken my shirt off. The mothers of the kids were staring at me in admiration of my physique and the fathers of the kids were staring at me in jealousy of my good looks and the fear of possibly having to cross me. I just stood there pretending not to notice anything and look intimidating with my arms crossed to show off my biceps and tattoos.
The night went on and eventually it was time for the kids to hit the pinata. I volunteered to make sure the little 10 year olds stayed in line and kept my intimidating stare fixed on them in case they started to go wild. Sure enough, one of them did. Some little fat boy tried to cut in line in front of my bro and I wasnt about to permit it. I fixed my icy glare on the future fatty but he ignored it, hoping I would forget about him. Instead I spoke up and with my deep manly voice told the little cheat to hurry up and move his fat ass to the back of the line and drop the stick, or else. His parents immediately came over.
“Excuse me? What did you just say to our son?”
And with that, the father tried to stare me down. The father soon turned his head and blinked, scared to look at me in the beginning stages of a vicious rage. As it turns out, the mother wasn’t as easily intimidated. Instead of wasting my valuable time on some dumb broad, my mind resorted back to the training I had received under scrapper. I reached back and shoved the kid to the ground and took the piñata stick from his hands. Then I delivered a stunning blow across the face of the wife, knocking her to the ground while she screamed in agony. The husband charged me and even absorbed a blow from the piñata stick before taking me to the ground. Apparently, he was some type of trained wrestler. It didn’t matter, because scrapper and the Navy had taught me exactly what to do in a situation like this. I placed him in my guard, reached my hand up and squeezed his balls until he let go of me. Then I hopped up and delivered a powerful spinning kick across his face, knocking him senseless. Their little kid had gotten back up and was trying to bite my leg after watching me beat down his parents. I decided to teach this punk a lesson by suplexing him into the pool headfirst. I followed him down into the pool and held his head underwater until he apologized to me for causing the whole scene. Afterwords, I jumped out of the pool and looked around. I asked if anyone else wanted to test the Navy's finest, but no one even had the brass to look me in the eye. I put my shirt back on, did a little flex for the ladies, picked up my little brother, cut a slice of birthday cake for myself on the way home, and left. It was a hard lesson to learn, but at least now that little kid realizes serious consequences exist for cheating.
Todd “The Teacher” Atkins