Tournament -- long story short:

One of the most brutal things I've ever seen, with blood flying everywhere, two people being carried out, and a handful more going to hospital or leaving due to injury. Tristan almsot didn't fight because his opponent was one of the ones who left, but then Sifu made them find someone else for him to fight. And so Tristan fought.

Was very difficult watching cute friend get kicked in the face.

After Tristan's fight I said to purple-belt Chris, "That was a little too intense for me." (I was ringside.) Chris said, "Damn, yeah, it was intense. Hey, why are you shaking?"

Our two Kung Fu brothers did really well, in fact were among the best fighters of the night, but neither got the gold. I think Dave from the other GC academy had his nose broken. Good looking guy, too.

Two very nice-looking Mongolian fighters knocked out every single guy that got in the ring with them. No, really, every guy, flat on his back. Well, except the last one, who was sort of fell on his side, then, when he was helped to the chair, had a euphoric grin on his face because he had no idea where the hell he was but probably thought all the birdies were pretty.

A cute guy, although one who looked disturbingly like Lancelot and was another Army guy, chatted me for a while and he was very nice.

Sifu told me he wanted to train me to be in next year's tournament. I fell out laughing, but stopped when I saw that Sifu wasn't.

More tomorrow, probably locked though, to protect the, uhh, innocent.

Tournament -- long story short:

One of the most brutal things I've ever seen, with blood flying everywhere, two people being carried out, and a handful more going to hospital or leaving due to injury. Tristan almsot didn't fight because his opponent was one of the ones who left, but then Sifu made them find someone else for him to fight. And so Tristan fought.

Was very difficult watching cute friend get kicked in the face.

After Tristan's fight I said to purple-belt Chris, "That was a little too intense for me." (I was ringside.) Chris said, "Damn, yeah, it was intense. Hey, why are you shaking?"

Our two Kung Fu brothers did really well, in fact were among the best fighters of the night, but neither got the gold. I think Dave from the other GC academy had his nose broken. Good looking guy, too.

Two very nice-looking Mongolian fighters knocked out every single guy that got in the ring with them. No, really, every guy, flat on his back. Well, except the last one, who was sort of fell on his side, then, when he was helped to the chair, had a euphoric grin on his face because he had no idea where the hell he was but probably thought all the birdies were pretty.

A cute guy, although one who looked disturbingly like Lancelot and was another Army guy, chatted me for a while and he was very nice.

Sifu told me he wanted to train me to be in next year's tournament. I fell out laughing, but stopped when I saw that Sifu wasn't.

More tomorrow, probably locked though, to protect the, uhh, innocent.