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A couple of weeks ago Will came home and wanted to watch EliteXC. It's like UFC, if ya didn't know (which I did not). UFC? Ultimate Fighting? You know, two guys in a cage beating the crap out of each other.He wanted to see some hyped up fight with Kimbo which of course would be at the end, so he had to watch like 3 other fights first.
Now I am am a pretty passive person (you like my alliteration?). I am a fan of Gandhi and MLK jr. I don't support the war, the death penalty (lecture me later) or any kind of violence. Like Bobby said, "Violence breeds violence..." With that said I was pretty disappointed in my husband for wanting to watch this. Seriously? I thought only dumb male chauvinists watched this crap. I was pretty happy when other women talked about their husbands watching people beat the crap out of each other, but I could say: not my man. He's a REAL man. Real men don't need violence to prove what kind of men they are, right?
Well, he watched it, and I sorta started glancing over at the TV halfway through. And then I sorta started watching these two girls fight. I cringed every time they started punching and had to look away when it got ugly. Okay, I'll admit it. by the end, the big Kimbo fight, I was watching it with him.
Since we watched that fight however, we sorta staged our own EliteXC fights. When we first moved in together we used to wrestle (not that kind of wrestle, I mean actually wrestle). We have no martial arts training. Will probably must have learned something in the army, but he was a medic. I doubt he used it. Me, I'm a lover not a fighter (except for sophomore year in high school, I was a very angry girl).
On Sat. we were in the kitchen with our spontaneous mock UFC fight. If you could have seen us, trying to kick and punch each other. I seriously thought my arm was going to be bruised from blocking his hard punches. At one point he almost knocked me back on my ass, but thank you yoga for some balance. And it was fun. THAT'S RIGHT, I SAID FUN. Trying to overpower each other. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm weak. But don't go thinking we have some kinda weird abusive relationship. We had unspoken rules, like no hitting in the face. That's just mean. This was about trying to knock each other down and be stronger. My husband has the muscle but I have to say, I have the stamina (and longer legs). He was pretty tired at the end.
Ok, I still don't condone war, murder, and violence. I just like to be number one. Good thing my husband likes to let me be happy.
