this one ends better.

So me, a 5'6, 155 lb white boy who just happens to have basic MMA training, went up against a 6'7 340 lb giant of a man on saturday, at the local mall.
a few mall rats were watching, and we weren't going all out, but it was competitive.

After about 30 seconds of me just jumping back everytime he threw a punch, and then kicking him in the leg, i managed to bring it to the ground.

He landed on top of me. hard.

I, somehow, by the grace of a nonexistant god, got out of a pathetic guillitine choke and managed to get on top, where I sat on his massive keg of a belly.

I tried an armbar. His arms were to heavy to move.
I tried a choke. His neck was too flabby.


What does that leave me with?

The only thing I could think of: A nurple.

I pinched his nipples and twisted as hard as I possibly could,and he immediately started yelping and begging me to let go. I loosened my grip alittle, but I wouldn't let go.


"OMG PLEASE LET ME GO I GIVE UP I GIVE UP!"
"Sing! Sing for me and I'll let you go!"
"ANYTHING! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SING?!"
"I'm a little teacup..."

He sang the entire song, note for note.