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Anaconda, Ass, and Bad: I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren't a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and t genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now and now I'm only 5'2. Then I was probably even under 5'0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring,I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules: e you must wear a mouth guard and gloves e no hits below the belt That's pretty much it. Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven-who has since passed, bless his soul-paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high- ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation. Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!" and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn't even put his hands up. He was laughing at me sneering, the whole nine yards. "I'll give you a free one." he joked and he slapped his side. "You barely weigh 100 pounds and you're a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me." And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty- ass braces. And I heard a crack Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody's business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they're laughing so hard they look like they're about to pee themselves. They think it's a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, "Don't you know that women are made of pain? IAM SCREAMING 25,284 notes What little girls are made ofomg-humor.tumblr.com
Anaconda, Ass, and Bad: I started going to the dojo when I
 was in sixth grade. It was a very
 masculine environment; there
 weren't a lot of other girls there
 but the male senseis who ran the
 place were great guys and t
 genuinely loved having female
 students because we were such a
 rarity
 Now back in sixth grade I was
 tinier even than what I am now
 and now I'm only 5'2. Then I was
 probably even under 5'0. I mean I
 was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to
 fight; I loved to be in the ring,I
 loved the adrenaline rush and I
 loved having punches hurled at
 me. It was fun for me. Our dojo
 did full-contact sparring, which
 was pretty brutal. These were the
 only rules:
 e you must wear a mouth guard
 and gloves
 e no hits below the belt
 That's pretty much it.
 Anyway every Thursday was Fight
 Night, where all we did was spar
 each other. And on my First Night
 Sensei Diven-who has since
 passed, bless his soul-paired me
 up with this really cocky and
 assholish brown belt to show me
 the ropes a little. This brown belt
 kid was bigger than me by a lot;
 he must have been at least six feet
 and twice my weight. But man
 was I excited to get into the ring! I
 had a fight boiling in my blood
 Now, Sensei Diven was not a
 stupid man and he hated high-
 ranking kids that showed a bad
 attitude. This kid had a bad
 attitude. So he must have seen
 the evil gleam in my eye from a
 mile away and decided it was time
 for a little improvisation.
 Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!"
 and I leapt into fight stance and
 the other kid didn't even put his
 hands up. He was laughing at me
 sneering, the whole nine yards.
 "I'll give you a free one." he joked
 and he slapped his side. "You
 barely weigh 100 pounds and
 you're a girl. So go ahead, little
 girl. Hit me."
 And I hit him. I cocked my leg up
 as high as it would go and
 roundhouse kicked him right in the
 ribs with all of my might and all of
 the contempt I felt for his stupid
 cocky face which was covered in
 ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-
 ass braces. And I heard a crack
 Like a real snap! sound. And the
 kid has a look of surprise on his
 face like it was nobody's business,
 and then he goes right to the floor
 like a sack of potatoes
 Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls
 over from the group of black belts
 who are laughing their asses off at
 me, the tiny little white belt,
 sending my Goliath to the floor. I
 mean they're laughing so hard
 they look like they're about to pee
 themselves. They think it's a
 game. And in his great booming
 voice he hollers
 Brown Belt! Why are you on the
 floor? Do you not see this white
 belt has been assigned to fight
 you
 And meanwhile he is just crying. I
 broke one of his ribs
 And Sensei Diven just squats
 down next to this poor kid and
 whispers, "Don't you know that
 women are made of pain?
 IAM SCREAMING
 25,284 notes
What little girls are made ofomg-humor.tumblr.com

What little girls are made ofomg-humor.tumblr.com