The second is Etna Agatha, the Fighting American Spirit. Agatha, as she was most often referred to, was born into a family of boxers. Her father was an amateur boxer, and his job training at the community gym wore off on her even at a very young age. She would often, as a child, beg to be brought to the gym to watch all the men fight eachother. To watch them train, and sweat, and bleed, all in the sport of recreation; fun even. She was mezmarized to say the least.
In her tween years she began light training of her own design. Her father, and needless to say the other boxers, watched her infrequently with amusement. She was determined, though, to become a boxer; gender meant nothing to her--she didn't see that it had anything to do with anything. It was the training, really, that she loved--which is good, because were it not for the love of training, what happened in her later years might never have come to be. The thing was, she loved training so much that when her fists were worn and she could not continue, she would kick the bags with her feet and shins--and knees and heels and inner-thighs. She trained constantly and cleaned the gym in return for food and lodging offered by the manager.
At 19, Agatha entered herself into a no-holds baredr fist boxing match. Her opponent was then 34 year old Giuseppe Grioggio a man of average stature and promising skill. The fight was determined by the crowd--as was the case in most of these institutions--to be "to the knockout", and so Agatha and Grioggio went head to head for 10 grueling rounds before Agatha broke her right wrist against Grioggio's chest. Determined to fight, and yet unable to punch, as she parried Giuseppe Grioggio's onslaught, Etna Agatha took to semantics. 'The match is no holds barred' she thought to herself, the only rule is "to the knockout". So Agatha swung her powerful and hardened right leg at Grioggio's thigh, knocking him to his knees.
The judges did not know what to think, and the referee was about to call the disqualification when the crowd started cheering for a fight. The crowd--in their chanting and grunting--allowed the kick. And they would allow others. Grioggio and Agatha went another half of a round trying kicks, until Agatha baited with her limp right hand and swung a heel-down round-house kick to the head. Grioggio was immediately knocked down, and would not waken until two hours later, in the Saint Maria DaMarsico hospital, Brooklyn, New York.
The crowd so loved her display that they demanded that she be allowed more fights, and that she should use her feet as she saw fit. And so, as the ingenuity of man would have it, others began to train so as to be better than her at this new form of boxing in which feet are allowed. And thus was born the sport of Kickboxing.
Two very, very amazing people. Amazing people indeed.
i do that everyday i wake up in the morning, my grandma taught me how.
the 2nd isn't that hard.
the 1st is clearly a contortionist.
I'm pretty sure the first one is impossible...
I can do what the old lady does.
Same.
But I dunno about the first one. Might be photoshopped.
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