My master was attacked by a rival school (all of them) while picking healing herbs for his apothecary. He laid waste to many of their number, but eventually he was overcome by trickery and sheer numbers. I found his dying body and swore to avenge his death - with his final breath he sent me high into the barren mountains to find HIS master. I suffered through an entertaining training montage, then went forth to avenge my master.

I ran a drunk Indian away from my house with a bo-staff once.

Aikido FTW.

I spent several years in a sewer with a talking rat, and apparently a hawt news reporter.

We kept getting shooted at by this Japanese dude with a mask/spike fetish.

There were all these robot ninjas and a talking brain. It sucked.

To be honest, I've really only done martial arts for fun and fitness, but one time when I was in Toronto with my band I met this girl. She seemed really cool and I can honestly say I totally digged her, and I invited her to come watch us play. But while she was at the gig her ex showed up and started making trouble, making demon hipster chicks appear and throwing fireballs. Luckily because of my training I survived that day, and me and this girl are actually still dating. You could say that it brought us together. But today she told me that she has 6 more exes, and I'm going to have to fight them too....I dont know if I like where this relationship is headed.

I broke my wrist in a skiing accident in France three weeks ago. What happened: I fall on a steep slope which basically had all the properties of an icy mirror. Lost both my ski's in the fall and glided all the way down the remainder of the slope (150-200 meters) and fell over the edge (no nets there). When I shot over the edge I knew I was gonna take a dive down a very steep flank of about 30m. The flank had a plus 40 gradient and an avalanche was dynamited from there to protect other skiers. The snow boulders (for lack of a better word) had frozen up and did not look inviting. Not that I had a choice, mind you.
So, I did the only thing I could do except losing my ****: roll and hold on to dear life. Thanks to some decent ukemi, I did not die and landed some 15 meters down on the flank. My ribs still hurt, my knee is fucked and I have a wrist which is broken in 3 places. And my face was totally fucked as well. But I am not dead. First thing I did upon returning to Belgium is thank my Judo sensei and grappling/Bjj instructor. MMA can save your life in more ways than one as it appears. (this story is not made up btw. I have pics for any idiot who doesn't believe me.)

To be honest, I've really only done martial arts for fun and fitness, but one time when I was in Toronto with my band I met this girl. She seemed really cool and I can honestly say I totally digged her, and I invited her to come watch us play. But while she was at the gig her ex showed up and started making trouble, making demon hipster chicks appear and throwing fireballs. Luckily because of my training I survived that day, and me and this girl are actually still dating. You could say that it brought us together. But today she told me that she has 6 more exes, and I'm going to have to fight them too....I dont know if I like where this relationship is headed.

Dude, you need to defeat Ice-Man, Wind-Man, and Brick-Man to absorb their powers, and defeat this douche.

Only then can you stop Dr. Wiley.

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Crash Man from Megaman 2 was always my favorite.

I have pics for any idiot who doesn't believe me.
Pics or it didn't happen. :)

Oh and this one time I was a toy cowboy and a spaceman had just moved in to the house. So eventually... WAIT.



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Pics of me at first aid post pre- and post treatment. enjoy
I was coming of a ridiculous adrenaline high so that's why I'm smiling. They gave me a shitload of painkillers and it still hurt like ****. Notice the funny angle of my wrist in the second pic. lolz

Goddamn Bro! Take care and heal up without keeping any permanent damage.

Skiing and soccer are too dangerous for sports, just do Muay Thai and swimming in shark infested water. It's safer!

Maar nu alle gekheid op een stokje. Verzorg je goed en ik wens je veel beterschap toe in de komende maanden.

Hey thx bro. I'll be okay...in 2 to 3 months... :)
Er zit ondertussen een titanium plaatje in mijn pols dus ik mag 3 maanden niet boksen. da's echt vervelend.

Damn. Fantastic you're still with us. That's a big win.

Fixed

When I got out of the hospital I felt... different. At first I thought I was just concussed but soon small pieces of metal would stick to me. I'm not sure what's happened, but I've become something... more.

Nice to see you alive. That's pretty badass, you look like red skull in those pics. Now you can say "I fell off a fucking mountain, what have you done?" How does it feel to be a superhero origin story?

One time this vending machine took a girl's money and wouldn't give her her beverage or the money back.
So I gave it a solid Front Kick (TM*), and nothing happened.
Then I gave it a really solid one, and the money fell out (actually more money than she put in).

TKD FTW!

*Front Kick is a trademark owned entirely by Steven Seagal, any use of this kick must be done by giving proper credit to him.

Wrong! If you applied Seagal's 'secret kick' wine would have flowed out of that machine like the Salmons of Capistrano.

Got with this girl on a night out, but failed to achieve sufficient kuzushi to score the full ippon. Settled for a koka with a chance to follow up. Anyway was texting her and convo turned to what I was doing that evening, was going to Judo social to get battered and chat **** with the lads. Told her I was going to a sports social, she asked which sport, I replied Judo.

Never heard from her again...

That was a time I wasn't glad I knew a martial art.

My master was attacked by a rival school (all of them) while picking healing herbs for his apothecary. He laid waste to many of their number, but eventually he was overcome by trickery and sheer numbers. I found his dying body and swore to avenge his death - with his final breath he sent me high into the barren mountains to find HIS master. I suffered through an entertaining training montage, then went forth to avenge my master.

You always have to avenge your master ! Remember The Perfect Weapon with Jeff Speakman ?
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm1594920448/nm0817275