Post by FDJ on Oct 22, 2018 20:36:21 GMT -5
“The fuck you mean open hand strikes?”
Balloon Yamazaki had only just explained to Frank for the seventh time that his first round match in the Tiger’s Festival would be contested under Sport Form rules. Of course Frank demanded that Yamazaki “speak ‘Merican" in his explanation of Sport Form, and after once again being unsatisfied with the answer we find ourselves here. Balloon shrugs his answer to the Appalachian Behemoth.
“No punches. No stomps. Only hand strikes or the top of your foot.”
Frank sneers.
“Ah don’ like it.”
“It can’t be helped.” Balloon retorts.
“It ain’t natural.”
Yamazaki stares back at him deadpan. “You have no grappling?”
Frank is incredulous.
“The fuck?”
Balloon mimes applying some hold or another. “Grappling. Wrestling.”
“Oh,” Frank smiles. “You mean rasslin’?
Yamazaki returns the smile and nods emphatically.
“Ah like to rassle usin’ these two hands to punch sum-beetches in the face an’ head an’ stomp on they asses when they go down and start to whinin’ about it hurtin’ too much! Ain’t nobody got no time to be learnin’ none’a that sissy grab-assin’ bullshit yer talkin’ about!”
The chubby student of the Max-J dojo shrinks back from Frank.
“You ain’t some kind’a sissy now, is ya?”
Balloon wags his head vehemently
“Good,” Frank agreed. “Then let’s hit the mat, we gotta learn me how to choke out sum-beetches with sportsmanship an’ respect! Not like no regular choke holds where ya just grab a mah-fucker by his gat-damn neck an start tryin’ ta squeeze it shit.!
NUH-UH!
We talkin’ about them fancy Karate Kid/Jackie Chan kind’a choke-outs where everybody smiles and shakes yer hand after it’s all over!”
Frank storms off, presumably toward the dojo’s training hall. Balloon stares into the camera for a moment, pleading silently for any manner of assistance. The Appalachian Express hollars back over his shoulder from off-screen.
“Come on YAKAZAKKA! We gon’ do some Ju-fit-zu an’ learn how ta be Mixed Martial Artists!”
Balloon Yamazaki had only just explained to Frank for the seventh time that his first round match in the Tiger’s Festival would be contested under Sport Form rules. Of course Frank demanded that Yamazaki “speak ‘Merican" in his explanation of Sport Form, and after once again being unsatisfied with the answer we find ourselves here. Balloon shrugs his answer to the Appalachian Behemoth.
“No punches. No stomps. Only hand strikes or the top of your foot.”
Frank sneers.
“Ah don’ like it.”
“It can’t be helped.” Balloon retorts.
“It ain’t natural.”
Yamazaki stares back at him deadpan. “You have no grappling?”
Frank is incredulous.
“The fuck?”
Balloon mimes applying some hold or another. “Grappling. Wrestling.”
“Oh,” Frank smiles. “You mean rasslin’?
Yamazaki returns the smile and nods emphatically.
“Ah like to rassle usin’ these two hands to punch sum-beetches in the face an’ head an’ stomp on they asses when they go down and start to whinin’ about it hurtin’ too much! Ain’t nobody got no time to be learnin’ none’a that sissy grab-assin’ bullshit yer talkin’ about!”
The chubby student of the Max-J dojo shrinks back from Frank.
“You ain’t some kind’a sissy now, is ya?”
Balloon wags his head vehemently
“Good,” Frank agreed. “Then let’s hit the mat, we gotta learn me how to choke out sum-beetches with sportsmanship an’ respect! Not like no regular choke holds where ya just grab a mah-fucker by his gat-damn neck an start tryin’ ta squeeze it shit.!
NUH-UH!
We talkin’ about them fancy Karate Kid/Jackie Chan kind’a choke-outs where everybody smiles and shakes yer hand after it’s all over!”
Frank storms off, presumably toward the dojo’s training hall. Balloon stares into the camera for a moment, pleading silently for any manner of assistance. The Appalachian Express hollars back over his shoulder from off-screen.
“Come on YAKAZAKKA! We gon’ do some Ju-fit-zu an’ learn how ta be Mixed Martial Artists!”