Just Get Back Up When It Knocks You Down Novels & Stories

When I knocked him down, it gave me some kind of energy, and with the chants of the crowd... oh my God, that felt so good, man. I didn't bother to strike him again, I gave him time, but I didn't bother to show off because I knew he might use that opportunity, so I faced him fully. He stood up and strengthened himself... like that’s gonna help him in any way. I stood there with my legs akimbo and my hands in a fist. The earlier I take him down, the closer it will be for me to eat because I’m really hungry.

That bonechilling grin is plastered on his face as if he is amused or enjoying this. Deep breaths. Focus. I charge at him at full speed. He charges back. He thinks I'm going to punch him again, but he's dead wrong. Men are weaker in their legs, and I tend to use that against this raging giant. Just before we clash into each other, I drop to my knees smoothly, sliding past him with my left arm out, taking his legs from under him. He falls to the ground, letting out a loud groan as I turn and get to my feet.

he barked, striking again. Pain shot through me. "Aah!" I shouted, falling like a broken branch to the ground. My body trembled. I tried to stand, but my legs buckled. One hand on the floor, I pushed myself up. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. I inhaled deeply, remembering the techniques. This time, I moved with purpose—striking, blocking, stepping forward. Finally, I fought back. But just as I gained ground, he landed another hit—harder than before.

I pulled his hand off of me in haste before pulling, rotating and twisting. Oh my god, that was so cool. I didn’t even know I could do that, and it worked. Damn, I'm good. My mental positive self-talk was soon very short-lived as the man dropped to his knees screaming in pain, making his other friend all annoyed and angry. He made his way to me and tried to pounce on me, but I just used his weight and anger against him. I simply speedily stepped out of his way, and pushed down on his side with my hands, effectively knocking him down to the floor. OK, so whooping some kidnapper's backside is kind of fun.

He says helping me up by my hand. " You've trained your whole life. I never have." I remind him. " And now you are being thrown into the deep end. It's the only way to learn." He says coming at me again and knocking me down once again. " Ouch." I say getting up. But that didn't last long. I was knocked down again, and again, and again, and again. I couldn't get a handle on what was happening. I couldn't keep up. He moved too fast. I didn't know any of the moves that he was doing. I had no idea that some of those moves were even possible. But he was doing them all to me.

I watched as he hit with a loud thud. Before he had the opportunity to get back up, I rushed over to him and placed my hands on the wall he was laying against. Using the wall to push down, along with the momentum of my movements to reach him, I trust my knee down on him with as much effort as I was capable of.

I bent low to avoid the first man who attacked and quickly rolled away as he was about to knock me with his shank. I didn't let him regain his stance when I did a back leg cut of the grass and swept him off his feet. The techniques caught him off-alert, making him land with his butt on the arena ground. I jumped on my feet with half a leg. I did a Chinese get up, standing on one leg while I kicked him in the stomach with my other leg.

He glances back at me when he says the last part. I took hits on the college team. This isn’t college, though. Just a short while ago, two teammates bumped me and I went to a knee. I can make all the excuses I want and the biggest being I wasn’t ready. They’re excuses. “Is this your way of saying I’m gonna keep getting hit by my own teammates?” He nods. “Yeah, until you stick up for yourself or run away in defeat.” I don’t want or need this crap. I just want to play. “What do you suggest?” Lane turns and looks directly at me. “Learn to hit back.”

I turn it on and find a song I can get lost in. I smile as I see one and I chuckle as I press play and the sound of Ozzy Osbourne, Crazy Train blurs through the speakers as I walk towards the heavy bag. I punch to the beat before I move around and bring my knee up high and hard. Bouncing on the balls of my feet as I attack again and again. Not caring. I hear everything that Jared said, every time I was beaten, humiliated, all the broken bones, the bruises. With each punch and kick, I feel it begin to fall away.

Dom explains, tapping my shoulder. "If you try to match their strength, you’ll end up with a broken spine. You have to be an echo." She grabs my wrist, pulling my arm forward to demonstrate. "When they push, you pull. When they pull, you push," she instructs, moving my arm back and forth to force my center of gravity off-balance. "Use their own mass against them. If a giant is charging at you, his momentum is a weapon you can steal. You just have to guide it past you."