Real Life Experiences


Many people wonder if kung fu is really practical. Can you really use it in a real situation? YES… But you must practice… and you must learn to think. We hope you never need to use what you learn, but sometimes, a confrontation is unavoidable. Here are some experiences that our students have encountered.


I was at school one day when another student came up to me and told me he was going to beat me up after school. At first I was scared because I had never been in a fight outside of the Wu Tang before. I called my instructor to ask him what to do. He told me to try not to fight if I could avoid it. But, if I couldn’t avoid it, that I should do as I have been taught and not to worry because my training had been tough. After school, I tried to go home but the kid caught up to me and came at me. I fought back and easily knocked him to the ground. I hit him in the head several times so hard that I hurt my hand.


I was walking on Main Street to visit my girlfriend when I was grabbed from behind by two guys. As I turned around, I recognized the guys to be friends of a girl who jumped my girlfriend months before. Then one of the guys swung a baseball bat at me. I hadn’t been to the school for a couple of months but I quickly brought up my arm to block. After the bat him my arm, I felt a lot of pain, but it was better that my arm hurt than anything else. Just like I learned in class, I didn’t let the pain in my arm stop me. Instead, I grabbed the bat, and punched the guy who was holding it until he let go. Then I threw the bat over the fence so they couldn’t get to it and I punched the other guy. Then they started running. While my arm ended up pretty bruised up, it was much better than broken ribs or anything else I could’ve gotten hurt.


On a train one day coming home from school, I saw another guy around my age surrounded by about 4-5 guys. They looked like they were gang members, trying to rob him. I decided to help him out. So I got involved and ended up fighting all the guys. I didn’t have much of a problem with them, and I think they were a bit embarrassed. And I think that’s the reason for what happened to me a couple of weeks later. I was leaving a pool hall in Fort Hamilton Brooklyn. I had been studying for about 2-3 years at the time. As I walked I noticed a group of guys following me. It looked to be almost 20 guys, and they were armed with knives and bats. I recognized some of the them from the incident on the train. I ran. They started chasing me and eventually, they caught me. I only had a metal pen in my pocket, so as they came after me, I remembered that I was taught that the weakest point on a person was their eyes. I also remembered that I should never go down. I stabbed at they eyes of my attackers and used my stance to remain standing, while they came after me with bats and knives. I was taught not to expect to come out of a fight unscathed, and I knew I wasn’t getting out of this without a scratch. In fact, I got stabbed 11 times. I took a hit by a bat to the back of the head, too. But I fought the entire time, and they ran away after they saw I wasn’t stopping. When they had left, I felt my shirt was heavy. I looked at it, and saw it was completely soaked with blood. I asked a passerby to call for an ambulance. I leaned against a car until the ambulance came and took me to the hospital. After 10 days in the hospital, and a couple more months of recovery, I came back to the Wu Tang where I practice harder than ever because I know I wouldn’t have survived without what I learned here.


I was in a class in high school when another kid came in, and right in front of the teacher, told me that he and his friends were going to jump me after school. The teacher called the dean and despite the dean’s involvement, I still ran into the kid later. As he tried to hit me, I blocked and dodged what he threw. Then I saw an opening and used a movement from seven star praying mantis to trip him and he fell. As soon as he fell, I hit him in the head a couple of times until he didn’t want to fight anymore. Even though it’s not fair that we both got detention, I’m glad that I taught him that if he starts a fight, he might lose.