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When I trained in martial arts I attended many tournaments. The first winter (about 6 months into my training) we went to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras tournament. I was a green belt (intermediate) and one of three women in my division from our dojo. I had made it to the final fight. At this particular tournament they would take the final fights from each age group and rank and have them fight it out on a raised stage. The place was packed and my fellow team were huddled in one area ready to cheer me on. My instructor's father was a riot for the most part and always had something to say about everything. My fight started and it was getting pretty heated when all of a sudden I get a front kick, that I know was meant to be above the belt (cause that was the rule) but ummm it was more like a football punt between the legs!! The kick lifted me off the stage. The thing was... she didn't move her foot right away!! So, instructor's father decided to chime in "She's buried her foot! Need help getting it out," to the top of his lungs!! The whole place, I don't know, 300+ audience erupted in laughter and I was so damn embarrassed that the next time the center judge said to fight I pounced the woman and got the final point... not so much to win at this point but to get the hell off the stage!!
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