Walking around East LA two nights ago getting some al pastor, carne asada, fish and carnitas tacos in the hood cause that’s where they taste best, and some 220 pound black dude bumps into my girl and tells her “Watch where you’re going, people walkin thru hea.”
Instantly when I heard this I grabbed him by the hair and shirt, stuck my leg across his body and launched him into the hardest tai otoshi I could throw, pulling up on his hair at the last moment so his dumb caveman skull didn’t his the pavement and get me a murder charge.
Right as his bloated carcass hits the ground his entire body tenses like a hard orgasm and he screams out in pain, it was a blood shriek.
I quickly go to the knee on throat position with shin to forearm pin so he cant grab my balls from behind to stop the screaming and search for weapons, I didn’t find any so I got up and we both ran off before the law showed up.
I think I either broke homeboy’s knee propping it out with the tai otoshi or I shattered his pelvis with the concrete impact. I’m thinking knee cause he tried to resist the throw backwards improperly and locked his own knee out before leaving the ground. He was out of shape and fat and people like that tend to have bad knees.
Two days later I feel no remorse and I enjoy the memory.
