| KENDRA STEEL: THE BULLY Written by Steven My name is Kendra Steele, a woman who knows her martial arts skills. The story I am about to tell you is about how I came to the aid of a fellow student from an egocentric jackass. * * * * * One day, I was at the dojo, giving a kick bag a serious beat down, when I heard some commotion coming from the other side of the room. As I got a little closer, I heard laughter, but it wasn’t positive laughter. Derek Baxter, “Mr. Bruce Lee (in his mind),” was teasing a white belt student. “Come on, tough guy,” he said, “just try and hit me.” The boy he was picking on tried to ht Derek, only for Derek to push him down on the ground. Derek laughed as the boy tried to get up. Adding insult to injury, Derek stood on the kid’s back so he couldn’t get up. “That’s enough,” I said, “Leave him alone now.” Derek got off and headed towards me. “Kendra Steele,” he said, “Sensei’s pet. This does not concern you, Steele.” I replied, “If it affects a fellow student, it does concern me. Why don’t you pick on something your won rank?” He smiled and said, “Like you, Steele? Yeah, right.” “Why not,” I said, “I win, leave the kid alone. You win, you can do what you want with him.” Derek thought it over for a while and said, “Deal, bitch.” We walked to the center of the mat as others watched. We bowed and got into our fighting stances. Derek started off with a sidekick, but I blocked it and delivered a sidekick of my own to his chin. Derek fell down and got back up. He started throwing punch after punch, but I kept blocking and dodging until I clocked him with a left hook to the jaw. He staggered away and shook it off. “That’s it, bitch,” he said, “You’re dead.” He threw a front kick, but I delivered a step-over snap kick to his jaw. I followed it up with a knee to his stomach, a knee to the chin, and a sidekick to the face. He spit some blood out of his mouth, but I jumped up and delivered an eagle kick (ala Matrix) to the chin as he got up. I landed on my feet and delivered a spinning back kick to his stomach, knocking Derek down. He got up, fuming as hell, and yelled, “That is it! I’ve had enough with you, Steele! I will beat you!” He flipped to the other side of the mat and ran towards me. I jumped up, did a Crouching Tiger triple spin, and, before Derek could do anything, delivered what I call a helicopter kick (a spinning split kick) to his face. At the moment of impact, lights out. He fell down and was out cold. “When he wakes up,” I said, “tell him I won.” As I walked away, the kid said, “Thank you, ma’am.” I smiled and said, “Please, call me Kendra. I was just doing what I felt was right.” “Say, could you teach me how to do that move,” the kid asked. “I think it’s a little more advanced for you,” I said, “But, I could help you with any moves you have a problem with.” “Like a tutor,” he said, “Cool. Because I do have some difficulty understanding some techniques, and I could use the help.” “Sure thing,” I said, “Follow me.” The kid and I walked off the mat and I helped him perfect some techniques that he had a problem with. What about Derek? As he said, he kept his word and left the kid alone. He’d better, lest he feel the wrath of Kendra Steele. The End |