Originally Posted by
anerlich
"What is that ... " I asked, trotting beside him, then "uhhh?..." He unfolded the cloth. It was a Jiu Jitsu gi, with a black belt, several red and white stripes thereon.
We came to a large grassed area. Carlos Gracie Senior, and Rolls, were kneeling at one side, Karl Gotch and Farmer Burns at Carlos's left.
"Farmer Burns looks a bit distracted."
"Yeah. That Matt Furey keeps trying to channel him. Quick, help me change, I love this stuff!"
A number of figures, including Wong Shun Leung, were kneeling along the other side.
Bruce and Brandon Lee were working the standing clinch on the middle. Suddenly Brandon overhooked his dad's arm, stepped out to the right then swung back and leapt up, capturing his father in a perfect flying triangle choke. Carlos, Rolls, and the others applauded.
"You should have come last night, when Cheung Ng and I took the class," he said, putting on the gi jacket and tying his black belt. "We smacked these wrestler guys around a bit, but today I fear it's payback time."
This time, Bruce pulled guard on Brandon and caught him with a perfectly timed helicopter armbar. More applause.
"By the way," Mr Yip told me, "Bruce was right. About everything."
I was starting to feel strange ... my vision blurred, focused, and blurred again. "Mr Yip ..." I croaked.
"I like you, call me 'Man' ..." he said, but I was fading ...
I came to on lying on my stomach, back in the circle, hogtied with a purple belt. The pole and swords remained where I had left them. After many minutes, I managed to free myself, grabbed my stuff and ran to my car, then drove away at top speed, fishtailing through the bends, not daring to look in my rearview mirror.