Yesterday was my fourth day battling with weapons at NYC Fight Club.
If you are a woman and you wanna get some frustration out against men in a safe way I would suggest joining. You can shadow spar at boxing or martial arts and you can pick up a foam sword or knives and see how you'd fair in a duel.
For the first time I did some shadow sparring while waiting for Martin the club president and dueling partner to arrive.
He brought two foam knives that I asked for so I could try "double sai" against his single sword. Because I am unable so far to beat him sword vs sword.
Although the last time I figured out a possibly winning technique and he quickly told me it was "against the rules" - holding and swinging the sword like a baseball bat.
Since it's his club I kept having to bend to his bullshit to not offend him.
That time is now over.
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I couldn't beat him two knives to one sword although... I never really try at 100% for a couple of reasons:
1. He's "The Man" and The Men don't like when you roll up and take over their territory. Normally I treat every square inch I am on among other boys as my, territory but I can't play with his toys if I don't play by his rules.
2. I am less concerned with beating him than looking good no matter the outcome. Looking good to you, ladies.
ABG is my motto.
"Always Be Gallant". That means losing with honor and winning the same.
Therefore it's more about the fun of being watched by you women than beating a man at a game.
3. I enjoy being the underdog. The minute I feel better than someone else at a personal competition I feel mercy and don't wanna stomp on them. Martin is quite good at all the Fight Club sports so I can comfortably act the underdog.
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But I did better using the two knives than he was expecting and that pissed him off.
It also pissed him off that while he runs The Sandbox from 6-8 Mondays and Tuesdays, I run the whole fuckin' Park.
It's your Park, girls. I "run it" for you.
Each week I've shown myself to be better than he is in every macho way except controlling a group of men, which is not a goal.
I FIGHT ALONE. I don't want a posse.
I do want the homonym. :0)
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After a brief break he called for me to fight him again.
My idea of the double knives having failed somewhat, I took up a sword.
He entered the ring with one, knife.
You gotta be a flat out klutz with a sword to lose against one knife. I am not.
My honest reaction of "there's no way you can beat me with just a single knife" and a quick three points further pissed him off.
He began to fuck with the score.
The total points and my hits.
It's one minor point for a limb hit, two for a chest. First to two minor gets a major.
Example: he strikes my arm, he gets a minor point. I strike his leg, I get a minor point. He strikes my chest, he gets two minor points and wins the major point.
After a major point the minor points are reset.
First to 11 major points by two wins the fight.
When I am calling his points I am very liberal. The last thing I want to be called or seen as is a cheat. In public or otherwise.
He wants to beat me. I want to look gallant. So his calling of my points is... more conservative.
Has been, more conservative.
This time though he was the underdog and he flat out cheated. Wasn't calling my points because he didn't like I was beating him. He was using a single knife and should have accepted losing as part of how physics works.
He didn't. Then he tried to tell me what was wrong with my technique and that was the last straw.
No man criticizes me without my asking for it. I rarely ask, and usually as a way to appear humble.
I admire no men and don't wanna hear their opinions and advice about anything especially about what I am doing.
When they give me their opinions and advice I give them mine.
I speak Southern American English.
"Shut the fuck up and fight". That wasn't what I said but that was the gist.
Tempers were building.
We began to really attack each other with the weapons and I forgot the score.
He told me I was "wound too tight" for getting angry about his cheating and insolence. I told him he "was a bad sport".
I think I won the crowd.
After a few violent swings and stabs... it felt as real as using foam weapons can feel, a lady fighter asked to talk to him about joining.
I, always the gentleman, suggested we pause so he could talk to her but he was all into trying to show me up.
I don't get shown up. I do the showing. Always. Every man male boy guy and dude in New York and surrounding countries is gonna know I can kill them if I want to and would enjoy being allowed to do it (again).
Thus ended our duel.
I did my best to stay a good sport during the Mortal Kombat part of the encounter. I shook his hand and said goodbye.
But I am now writing this and will shortly publish and send it to him and IDGAF if he doesn't like it.
I invite his response which I will publish below if he desires.
Will I go back?
Frankly "getting my roar on" was fun. It's hard to find an outlet for mankilling rage and The NYC Fight Club is one cool place to do that.
But I know men with minor power don't like losing it. When I am around I steal the show.
He's married I don't even know why he wants the attention. So he may disinvite me from future use of his weapons.
What he can't do is stop me from weaponless sparring with any of the fighters who I want to like me anyway.