“Get him, Dad!” I shouted. Dad flashed me a grin, but only a quick one; he had more important things on his mind. He dropped down to his knees and twisted his body, flipping Mr. Anderson over his side and down to the mat!
When I had Anderson in a similar position, he used pressure points on my knee to escape. Dad didn’t go for that kind of finesse. He extended his middle knuckles on his fists and drove them hard into Mr. Anderson’s legs, over and over again. At first, Mr. Anderson grunted with the impacts, but the grunts quickly turned to cries as Dad hammered at his legs.
Mr. Anderson finally let Dad go, but, still on his knees, grabbed Dad’s head and yanked him up to his knees. Before Dad could react, Mr. Anderson had thrown a hard right that smashed into Dad’s mouth and sent him back on his haunches!
By the time Dad managed to get his legs out from under him, Mr. Anderson had pounced on him. The two of them rolled back and forth across the mat like a couple of little kids, trying to wrestle the other one down and pounding his ribs with hard body shots!
Anderson and I were going crazy off the mat, cheering our respective dads on and jumping up and down with our enthusiasm. Inevitably, we’d bump into each other, and one of us would shove the other one away. The looks of pure venom we traded had us ready to hit the mat a second time!
We heard a huge grunt, and both of us immediately turned back to the mat. Someone—probably Mr. Anderson, because he was still on his back—had thrown the other man off of him, and they were now a couple of feet apart. Dad and Mr. Anderson slowly got back to their feet—but Dad was a hair faster.
He bull-rushed Mr. Anderson and drove him across the mat and into the wall, ramming his shoulder into Mr. Anderson’s gut when they hit. We could see spit flying from Mr. Anderson’s mouth from the impact. With Mr. Anderson pinned between him and the wall, Dad threw a couple of hooks into Mr. Anderson’s sides, and I could see Anderson wince with every single one.
But Dad was bending over, leaning into his shots. That’s a dangerous position. And Mr. Anderson took full advantage of it. He grabbed Dad’s head with both hands, and then drove his knee up, right into Dad’s face!
Dad fell backwards onto the mat, holding his face, clearly in trouble. I wanted to run onto the mat and defend him, but I knew that if I did, what Anderson and his father didn’t do to me, my dad would. This was his fight, and he would pretty much killed me if I jumped in just because he was in trouble.
Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson grabbed both of Dad’s legs and lifted them into the air. I winced as he kicked Dad right in the back of the thigh…and then he locked Dad’s legs under his arms…and began to step over Dad!!!
TommieBoi1968 (3)
25/10/2023 06:18Really HOT match!! I tried accessing Parts 2 - 8 but only got an error message about no forum found, not sure what that is about?
JiminQueens2 (39)
25/10/2023 06:25(em resposta à...)
I just tried copying and pasting the address in my address bar and it worked - try again!
https://www.meetfighters.com/forums/Like_Sons,_Like_Fathers_-_Part_2
Hardmatch (101)
13/5/2014 10:26Great continuation of match.
ringhombre (5)
13/5/2014 23:38(em resposta à...)
I agree....... Makes you wish it was your own dad back in the day.. hot scenario.
JiminQueens2 (39)
12/5/2014 07:48“Get him, Dad!” I shouted. Dad flashed me a grin, but only a quick one; he had more important things on his mind. He dropped down to his knees and twisted his body, flipping Mr. Anderson over his side and down to the mat!
When I had Anderson in a similar position, he used pressure points on my knee to escape. Dad didn’t go for that kind of finesse. He extended his middle knuckles on his fists and drove them hard into Mr. Anderson’s legs, over and over again. At first, Mr. Anderson grunted with the impacts, but the grunts quickly turned to cries as Dad hammered at his legs.
Mr. Anderson finally let Dad go, but, still on his knees, grabbed Dad’s head and yanked him up to his knees. Before Dad could react, Mr. Anderson had thrown a hard right that smashed into Dad’s mouth and sent him back on his haunches!
By the time Dad managed to get his legs out from under him, Mr. Anderson had pounced on him. The two of them rolled back and forth across the mat like a couple of little kids, trying to wrestle the other one down and pounding his ribs with hard body shots!
Anderson and I were going crazy off the mat, cheering our respective dads on and jumping up and down with our enthusiasm. Inevitably, we’d bump into each other, and one of us would shove the other one away. The looks of pure venom we traded had us ready to hit the mat a second time!
We heard a huge grunt, and both of us immediately turned back to the mat. Someone—probably Mr. Anderson, because he was still on his back—had thrown the other man off of him, and they were now a couple of feet apart. Dad and Mr. Anderson slowly got back to their feet—but Dad was a hair faster.
He bull-rushed Mr. Anderson and drove him across the mat and into the wall, ramming his shoulder into Mr. Anderson’s gut when they hit. We could see spit flying from Mr. Anderson’s mouth from the impact. With Mr. Anderson pinned between him and the wall, Dad threw a couple of hooks into Mr. Anderson’s sides, and I could see Anderson wince with every single one.
But Dad was bending over, leaning into his shots. That’s a dangerous position. And Mr. Anderson took full advantage of it. He grabbed Dad’s head with both hands, and then drove his knee up, right into Dad’s face!
Dad fell backwards onto the mat, holding his face, clearly in trouble. I wanted to run onto the mat and defend him, but I knew that if I did, what Anderson and his father didn’t do to me, my dad would. This was his fight, and he would pretty much killed me if I jumped in just because he was in trouble.
Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson grabbed both of Dad’s legs and lifted them into the air. I winced as he kicked Dad right in the back of the thigh…and then he locked Dad’s legs under his arms…and began to step over Dad!!!