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Kᴏʀᴅᴇɪ Cᴏʀsᴏ (core-dee-uh core-so)
"Put your arms over your face, it helps block blows to your face", Cee said as he demonstrated by bringing his arms up to cover his face.
"Now let's try it."
We got in position and he went in for a face punch and I immediately covered my face like he showed me.
"Good", he said with a slight smile. "But.."
He tapped my stomach.
"If you cover your face all the time it's easier to hit your stomach and chest. So make sure you only cover your face when necessary."
"Why are you even tryna show me how to box? I'm not a boxer", I chuckled.
"Just incase one of these bums try you."
"Let me show you what I already know", I said cracking my knuckles.
"Come on", he chuckled.
"So I'm walking down the street right.. and you come up behind me and grab my arm.."
He snatched my arm and I turned around, kicking him in the balls.
Well tried, he grabbed my leg and flipped me over.
"Hitting em in the balls is a typical move. Try and hit em where their jaw and neck connect", he said as he helped me up.
"You didn't have to flip me Cee", I mumbled, dusting myself off.
"I'm tryna give you an idea of what they'll do so you can be prepared ", he chuckled. "Try again."
He grabbed my arm again and I turned around, hitting him between his jaw and neck.
"KC", he laughed. "You're supposed to hit hard when you're defending yourself. You want to hurt em and make them let you go, not give em a slight headache."
I frowned, snatching my arm out his grasp.
"Run me my one, cause you done pissed me off", I said bringing up my fist.
"Come on then", he said doing the same.
I threw the first punch to his chest and he stumbled back a bit.
"Damn I didn't think you was actually going to hit me", he chuckled.
"I'm deadass, you got me fucked up."
I continued throwing punches, until he started grabbing my fist and dodging my punches.
"Baby you gone get yo ass beat fighting like this. Please don't ever come to a point where you have to defend yourself against a guy. I'll just get you a gun at that point", he laughed after I stopped punching.
"I'm done", I mumbled rolling my eyes.
I got out the ring and flipped him off as I walked to the locker room.
"Baby don't be a poor sport", he chuckled following me.
