So about 3 weeks ago, during sparring night, I take on a (much) higher-ranked and more experienced black belt. He's 6'4", 275 lb., been in the martial arts for about 40 years, and is a veteran cop who's been through his share of altercations, arrests, and fights. Back in the day, he was so fast and powerful he could clear a fighting space in one step and spin-back-fist a guy hard enough to drop them in five seconds during a competition. He's gone to seed at this point, but holy hell, I've never fought anyone who moved that fast, hit that hard, and was also that big. And it was awesome! No matter where I moved, he's always on me hitting me so hard that you could hear the blows across the gym. They're hard enough that even if I blocked them, I still felt it through my arm and into my torso. Martial artists being martial artists, I couldn't back down until the senior black belt tells me to. Its just good etiquette. So, since I can't run away and I can't win, I just kept going back in and throwing what punches I could and eventually resorted to clinching and trying to fuck him up with repeated knees to the chest and face. Eventually, he uppercuts me in the gut and I go down. In my head, I'm like "OH THANK GOD I CAN STOP NOW." It was pretty awesome. Last Wednesday, he was chatting with my coach/sensei, since they're longtime friends. You know what he tells him? "I hope its okay I hit your student as hard as I did. I only hit him that hard because I was afraid he was going to run me down. I threw the four hardest kicks I've ever thrown because no matter how hard I hit your student, even if I moved him, he kept coming right back in. If he had fifty more pounds on him, I wouldn't fight him." I'm 5'7, 160 lb. sopping wet. And I made a veteran fighter take me seriously and fight me harder. FUCK. YEAH. What's your badass moment?