When I was 5, and supposed to take care of my 4 year old brother, a 7 year old cousin hit my brother. I went into a house full of relatives, and told my Dad, who said "Hit him back." So, I went outside, picked up a liberated fence plank, and ambush-whacked my cousin on the head. Even at age 5, I was coordinated, and could deliver a blow. My cousin went down like a shot, then squirmed around screaming a crying pain scream. Adults flowed out of the house like ants from a mound. The kid's Mom was hopping mad. It was a mill-around-semi-angry-adults scene, plus that one very very angry adult.
After the scene ended, and the crowd of adults had moseyed back into the house, my Dad pulled me aside and said: "I don't want you to worry about this. You did fine. And he patted me on the back."
Anyway, that is what I thought of when I saw this woman ambush whack that martial arts guy.
Something else: I kinda suspect this is a set piece. They've got multiple camera angles. We see everything, yet we somehow miss seeing the actual contact points of definitive blows. How, with multiple camera angles, did we miss seeing that?
We see one contact blow, on the yellow shirt bystander, yet that blow appears to be blocked, Hollywood stunt man style, by the forearm of the yellow shirt bystander.
The tow woman does not visibly hit the martial arts guy in the head. She sort of pounds the back of his shoulder, and he takes a fall (dive?).
Anyway, that's what I suspect. The show must go on. A set piece is more entertaining than normal tow truck activity.
OMG! I love your story of when you were little. Something very similar happened to me when I was about 4 years old, only no one gave me permission to solve the situation. There was a neighbor kid who was always picking on me, as I was by many years the youngest of the kids and by physical characteristics decidedly the smallest, and one day he decided that he wanted my wagon. My mother relates the story as she was watching from the kitchen window when Kenny came up and unceremoniously pushed me out of the wagon and climbed in. Mom said I didn't miss a beat or look around for help or make a sound, I just took off the metal tongue of the wagon and with a Babe Ruth swing took him out. Then I climbed back in. His mother didn't speak to my mom for months. Kenny had a contusion on his shoulder that lasted almost the rest of the summer. But he never EVER messed with me again.
As for the video, yes, I am sure it is a set-up. It is a snippet from a series, and much like Jersey Shore or other "real life" shows, there is little that is real life about it...but DAMN! it is still funny!!
"I WAS your back up. Didn't your ass get back up after I knocked his ass down?"
One of my cousins lived down the street. He was big, and a smaller neighbor boy frequently punched him. My cousin's Mom told him, if he ever again got punched, that he was to punch back, or she would spank him when he came home. Sure enough, he again got punched, and came home crying. "Why", his Mom asked, "did you not punch him back?!" He explained through his tears: "I tried, Momma, but I couldn't catch him!"
I have, blessedly, failed to find reality shows to watch. So, you have educated me re that they are usually scripted. The scene was funny.
Having a couple of teen-agers in the house, I have seen a few episodes. They don't watch much of it, but some of it IS funny...in small doses.
I'm not sure whether bullying is on the rise in our society, but our response to it certainly could be the reason it seems to be escalating. In my day, some other kid eventually just took the bully down and the parents (authority) had a hands off attitude. Nowadays, kids bully and they can't be touched, but there is plenty of "counseling". A nasty kid can sit through sensitivity counseling forever and not care a whit. Getting punched and knocked down - that will often change their minds quickly.
Well, I didn't mean that reality show comment to come off quite as snooty as it did. I have now watched a 5 minute You Tube highlight clip of Bernice on South Beach Tow - and fully admit I enjoyed her scripted adventures. I am, officially, down with reality TV.
Never fear! I NEVER take anything online the wrong way. The other day someone posted on Facebook that is was going to get to around 112 in Phoenix later this week and I quipped, "Phoenix is for idiots and Gila monsters." They didn't think it was funny. I thought it was. Oh well...
I had never heard of this particular reality show either until a friend of mine emailed me that clip yesterday. Laughed my head off and HAD to post it. My daughter spent all day yesterday watching Bernice's adventures on Youtube after seeing it.
It was decent, but the wagon and plank story were more entertaining. I am glad I read the comments. I was a bullybuster in grade and Middle school so my stories sound like bragging, but here is one for you.
Outside the family I was tough, inside the family, I was the youngest. One of my older brothers and I fought constantly, and being smaller I lost most of the physical contests. One time when my lovely sister(the oldest) was babysitting, I could find no relief from torment by just going in to the same room as the adults.
So, of ocourse, I did the next best thing. I ran and grabbed my machete(ten years oldish?) and chased my brother screaming that I would kill him. The key was to look and act crazy, otherwise my brother would never believe I would hit him with something as, shall we say, serious as a machete.
I made him believe it when the wood work on the doorframe took a real hit. After all, if I was willing to piss our Dad off with structural damage, I was certainly willing to risk his wrath on the mere body of his middle son, right? He ran like a girl with me chasing and flailing(I am an excellent swordsman today, but I was 10 at the time) and locked himself in the bathroom. Enter my sister, in a state, if you will. If something happened, she would after all take some of the blame. If I let her in on the fake craze, my brother would come out of there with no parents at home. So I screamed at her and put a machete slice on the bathroom door. Ahhh, one of my fondest memories...
Hey, I was only ten. It did buy me a couple of weeks as I remember. The wood work was all slotted for replacement in a couple of months so no one really cared(I actually banked on that when I hit the door), other than to warn me that if this sort of thing showed up after the renovations, look out. In the end, my brother got the punishment because he was specifically directed never to hit me with a stripe of hot wheels track ever again, and the marks on my shoulder and back were pretty obvious.
When I was 5, and supposed to take care of my 4 year old brother, a 7 year old cousin hit my brother. I went into a house full of relatives, and told my Dad, who said "Hit him back." So, I went outside, picked up a liberated fence plank, and ambush-whacked my cousin on the head. Even at age 5, I was coordinated, and could deliver a blow. My cousin went down like a shot, then squirmed around screaming a crying pain scream. Adults flowed out of the house like ants from a mound. The kid's Mom was hopping mad. It was a mill-around-semi-angry-adults scene, plus that one very very angry adult.
ReplyDeleteAfter the scene ended, and the crowd of adults had moseyed back into the house, my Dad pulled me aside and said: "I don't want you to worry about this. You did fine. And he patted me on the back."
Anyway, that is what I thought of when I saw this woman ambush whack that martial arts guy.
Something else:
ReplyDeleteI kinda suspect this is a set piece. They've got multiple camera angles. We see everything, yet we somehow miss seeing the actual contact points of definitive blows. How, with multiple camera angles, did we miss seeing that?
We see one contact blow, on the yellow shirt bystander, yet that blow appears to be blocked, Hollywood stunt man style, by the forearm of the yellow shirt bystander.
The tow woman does not visibly hit the martial arts guy in the head. She sort of pounds the back of his shoulder, and he takes a fall (dive?).
Anyway, that's what I suspect. The show must go on. A set piece is more entertaining than normal tow truck activity.
OMG! I love your story of when you were little. Something very similar happened to me when I was about 4 years old, only no one gave me permission to solve the situation. There was a neighbor kid who was always picking on me, as I was by many years the youngest of the kids and by physical characteristics decidedly the smallest, and one day he decided that he wanted my wagon. My mother relates the story as she was watching from the kitchen window when Kenny came up and unceremoniously pushed me out of the wagon and climbed in. Mom said I didn't miss a beat or look around for help or make a sound, I just took off the metal tongue of the wagon and with a Babe Ruth swing took him out. Then I climbed back in. His mother didn't speak to my mom for months. Kenny had a contusion on his shoulder that lasted almost the rest of the summer. But he never EVER messed with me again.
DeleteAs for the video, yes, I am sure it is a set-up. It is a snippet from a series, and much like Jersey Shore or other "real life" shows, there is little that is real life about it...but DAMN! it is still funny!!
"I WAS your back up. Didn't your ass get back up after I knocked his ass down?"
HAHAHAHA!
That wagon story is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteOne of my cousins lived down the street. He was big, and a smaller neighbor boy frequently punched him. My cousin's Mom told him, if he ever again got punched, that he was to punch back, or she would spank him when he came home. Sure enough, he again got punched, and came home crying. "Why", his Mom asked, "did you not punch him back?!" He explained through his tears: "I tried, Momma, but I couldn't catch him!"
I have, blessedly, failed to find reality shows to watch. So, you have educated me re that they are usually scripted. The scene was funny.
Having a couple of teen-agers in the house, I have seen a few episodes. They don't watch much of it, but some of it IS funny...in small doses.
DeleteI'm not sure whether bullying is on the rise in our society, but our response to it certainly could be the reason it seems to be escalating. In my day, some other kid eventually just took the bully down and the parents (authority) had a hands off attitude. Nowadays, kids bully and they can't be touched, but there is plenty of "counseling". A nasty kid can sit through sensitivity counseling forever and not care a whit. Getting punched and knocked down - that will often change their minds quickly.
Well, I didn't mean that reality show comment to come off quite as snooty as it did. I have now watched a 5 minute You Tube highlight clip of Bernice on South Beach Tow - and fully admit I enjoyed her scripted adventures. I am, officially, down with reality TV.
ReplyDeleteNever fear! I NEVER take anything online the wrong way. The other day someone posted on Facebook that is was going to get to around 112 in Phoenix later this week and I quipped, "Phoenix is for idiots and Gila monsters." They didn't think it was funny. I thought it was. Oh well...
DeleteI had never heard of this particular reality show either until a friend of mine emailed me that clip yesterday. Laughed my head off and HAD to post it. My daughter spent all day yesterday watching Bernice's adventures on Youtube after seeing it.
It was decent, but the wagon and plank story were more entertaining. I am glad I read the comments. I was a bullybuster in grade and Middle school so my stories sound like bragging, but here is one for you.
ReplyDeleteOutside the family I was tough, inside the family, I was the youngest. One of my older brothers and I fought constantly, and being smaller I lost most of the physical contests. One time when my lovely sister(the oldest) was babysitting, I could find no relief from torment by just going in to the same room as the adults.
So, of ocourse, I did the next best thing. I ran and grabbed my machete(ten years oldish?) and chased my brother screaming that I would kill him. The key was to look and act crazy, otherwise my brother would never believe I would hit him with something as, shall we say, serious as a machete.
I made him believe it when the wood work on the doorframe took a real hit. After all, if I was willing to piss our Dad off with structural damage, I was certainly willing to risk his wrath on the mere body of his middle son, right? He ran like a girl with me chasing and flailing(I am an excellent swordsman today, but I was 10 at the time) and locked himself in the bathroom. Enter my sister, in a state, if you will. If something happened, she would after all take some of the blame. If I let her in on the fake craze, my brother would come out of there with no parents at home. So I screamed at her and put a machete slice on the bathroom door. Ahhh, one of my fondest memories...
Mommy and daddy came home and I was docile lamb.
And docile lamb didn't get slaughtered for the serious damage to doors and woodwork? Nice parents.
DeleteAfter that little incident, did your brother let up on you? Or did you have to go nuclear on his ass again? In other words, was he a slow learner?
If I ever meet you, I will remember NOT to tick you off, especially if you have a knife/sword/sharp object handy.
Hey, I was only ten. It did buy me a couple of weeks as I remember. The wood work was all slotted for replacement in a couple of months so no one really cared(I actually banked on that when I hit the door), other than to warn me that if this sort of thing showed up after the renovations, look out. In the end, my brother got the punishment because he was specifically directed never to hit me with a stripe of hot wheels track ever again, and the marks on my shoulder and back were pretty obvious.
ReplyDeleteI'm on your side. I just think it is wise to know everyone's "line in the dirt" and then to not cross it. HAHAHA!
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