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We all want to have the hardest punch it is possible to have. We want to know that, in the event of muggery, thuggery or downright nasty behaviour, we can get the job done. What we don’t want is to be on the receiving end of a world class face smacker.

The fellow who delivered this dastardly strike to me, it was actually a side kick, was my friend and karate work out partner. His name was Gary, and we were on the mat freestyling, and I threw a kick, he parried, and he gave my ribs a kick I could not believe! It was a powerful kick, classical in nature, and I could feel my ribs bending inward, and it was the hardest strike I had ever experienced in the martial arts.

Truth, to this day, I have no idea why my ribs didn’t break. But I couldn’t breath, couldn’t talk, and I should have stopped and taken a breather, told Gary to kick with less force, seen to my protection. Being young, dumb, and full of…vigor, I continued.

Cleverly, I turned to the other side and kept fighting. I kept my distance, moved sideways around Gary, used good strategy, and after a minute I could breath. Then I did something that probably wasn’t a very smart idea, I attacked.

I thought I was recovered enough to do it, and I launched my own side kick. Gary slapped the side kick away and threw his own side kick. I was taller than him, and his kick came up and lifted me all the way off the ground.

Over three decades later I happened to be at the doctors for a routine checkup, and the doc noticed that one of my testicles was shrunk. Even as the doctor made his observation, I knew exactly what he was talking about. That second kick that Gary hit me with was the hardest strike I have ever experienced in this lifetime, it should have broken my ribs, but it didn’t hit my ribs, instead, it just flattened my peaches.

At the time, I just continued to freestyle, survival mode got me through, but, eventually, I was to have my revenge for his out of control ways. He left the school, actually went to another school and taught, and then, six months later, he came back. I had not left, I had continued learning, and I had accomplished something I call Coordinated Body Motion, CBM.

All parts of the body must act at the same time, as one unit, and it is slow at first, but once one gets it, it is not just fast, it breeds intuitive responses. Fighting with Gary with CBM, I began kicking him, and kicking him, and kicking him, and because he didn’t have CBM, hadn’t realized his intuitive nature, he couldn’t block my kicks. I kicked his body untill his ribs bent, but I didn’t go beyond a certain point, he was, after all, my friend, and though friends make mistakes, they should always watch out for each other.

Al Case taught martial arts for 4O+ years. A writer for the magazines, he had his own column in Inside Karate. You can find out more about CBM, Coordinated Body Motion, and other things, by getting a free ebook at Monster Martial Arts.

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