Bob Wall: I actually first met him in 1963 at a restaurant in Chinatown. I'd gone down there with a couple of karate friends to this martial arts demonstration and this guy was doing the usual, you know, routine at that time about kung fu, and how deadly it was and karate was blah, blah, blah, ignoring the fact that at the time there had never been a kung fu person able to go past first round in Thailand, they had all been knocked out. Anyway, this guy saw some Caucasians in the audience and said "I see some karate people. I invite them up and I'll show you karate doesn't work" so three guys went up there and he held out his arm and they all hit his arm, and then he said "Now I'll show you kung fu is much deadlier than karate" and none of the guys let him (kung fu man) hit their arms and the guy "There that shows that kung fu is deadlier than karate" I then said "You didn't hit my arm" he freaked out I suppose, and so I walked up to this little stage, stuck my arm out and unlike when he had the guys hit him on the arm, he whacked me on the wrist three times..and you know, it's like, uh, I've had everybody in the world who hits hard hit me, you know, I was yelled at him "Punch me, kick me, as hard as you can, I have my black belt".
I looked at him and it was irritating me that he was hitting me on the wrist and not the arm so he hit 3 times and I said that doesn't hurt. Where's the big diffence? Where's my broken arm?" and so I reach up and slapped him, hard, naturally, and I said "you know what I do, I fight, lets you and I do that" and he didn't expect that and he spun around, and you know all I did was slap him, and he ran off the stage...and I'm standing there all on the stage and then I realize I still have my drink in my hand.
But you know it freaked him that number one, I would allow him to hit me and number 2, I slapped him, and number 3, NOT GET MY DRINK KNOCKED OUT!
I looked at him and it was irritating me that he was hitting me on the wrist and not the arm so he hit 3 times and I said that doesn't hurt. Where's the big diffence? Where's my broken arm?" and so I reach up and slapped him, hard, naturally, and I said "you know what I do, I fight, lets you and I do that" and he didn't expect that and he spun around, and you know all I did was slap him, and he ran off the stage...and I'm standing there all on the stage and then I realize I still have my drink in my hand.
But you know it freaked him that number one, I would allow him to hit me and number 2, I slapped him, and number 3, NOT GET MY DRINK KNOCKED OUT!










