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Fire Your Personal Trainer 15
And Kick Your Own Damn Ass

I instantly knew where this was going. I hadn’t said anything about what
happened to anyone in the neighborhood for two reasons: it was the
height of the summer, and I hadn’t seen anyone because no one was
around, and in any case we didn’t know anyone in common (other than
the kids who hated me) and I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about
our encounter and my pathetic, cowardly performance.

I looked at him and started getting off my bike, “I never said anything

about you, but if you want a fight, you got one.”

I punched him in the mouth with a right hand, drawing blood, and we
were off. He was bigger and we wrestled on our feet in the street. He was
trying to maneuver me into a headlock again and succeeded. We were
both on our feet but he dragged me down using his size and pinned both
my arms under his legs. If you saw Kimbo Slice’s losing fight with Roy
Nelson in The Ultimate Fighter, you will be familiar with this technique.

He put one hand on my throat to control my head and started punching
me in the face with his free hand over and over. I continued to struggle,
and he grabbed me around the throat with both hands and started
choking me, saying, “do you give?”

Unlike the first time I was in serious trouble! He was choking off my air
and there was no escape; I was going to pass out. I said, “I give” and we
both stood up. Once again he was grinning at me admiring the mess

he had made of my face but I was defiant. I may have lost but I wasn’t
beaten. I saw blood on his split lip from where I had hit him.

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

“How much do you weigh?”