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It was about 12:40 p.m. in Sanford Collegiate. Lunch hour. People were bustling about, enjoying their hour of freedom before classes started again. Some wandered the halls aimlessly, some sat alone (the geeks and Wendell…and no, Wendell is NOT a geek), some just ate their lunch, some spent their time in the gym...but the mez was where all the action was. It was a busy day on the mez...lots of people, lots of noise. I, Riley, was behind the benches, fighting Corey on strategically placed mats (they actually weren't strategically placed at all, they were just kinda sitting there). Eventually, we started the "trash talk" as I like to call it...in an attempt to scare him away, I informed him that I knew Kung-Fu (no, I don't really know it). Little did I know, he had a retort planned out. And it was his witty line that threw us into the first stages. What he said was this: "Yeah? Well I know...Fung-Ku." Our sport was born... After he said that, I knew I had to do something. So, being the quick thinker that I am, I told him that I was also quite skilled in the art of Fung-Ku. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "Yeah" I said. After eyeing eachother for about 10 seconds, it was on. We took our fighting stances, and prepared. I had to think fast, for this "Fung-Ku" didn't even exist. So, once again using my thinking skills, I threw a punch, yelling "Rice!" Corey staggered back, schocked. As he regained his composure, he retaliated with an inverse punch (uppercut), yelling "Rice-A-Roni!" The Rice-A-Roni caught me in the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. I went down to one knee, thinking about what to do next. Then, I thought of something. I stood up, looking at an unsuspecting Corey. I slowly approached him. Then, I begun my attack. I spun around, yelling "Some sort of weird lizard!" Before he could react, my elbow connected with his jaw, sending him to the mat. He rolled off the mat as I celebrated. Then, he stood up and looked at me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked. "Yes, I do believe I am..." I replied. So we went to work. We spent the rest of lunch hour thinking of more moves. We thought of about 6. Deciding that it would be hard to memorize them all the time, we wrote them down. It was hard to concentrate through the rest of that day at school, as thoughts of this "Fung-Ku" were flowing through my head at a rapid pace. Then, I thought of something. What if we expanded on this? What if we taught other people the ways of Fung-Ku? So I spent the last class of the day thinking about possibilities of who we could teach...who would be loyal. While waiting for the bus after school, I told Corey this idea. He enjoyed it thouroughly, just as I thought he would. So we spent the bus ride home writing down names of people to induct in our school...our school of Fung-Ku.
The next day was a productive one. We spent the lunch hour practicing our Fung-Ku skills. After a while, though, we realized that six moves wouldn't do. So after thinking for a minute or two, we set off on a quest to find a pen and some paper. Once we had completed this mission, it was set in motion. We wrote down the six moves we already had (Rice, Rice-A-Roni, Some Sort Of Lizard, The Color Yellow, Mortal Kombat, and Wang Chang Gum), and began to think... Within ten minutes, we had almost fifteen new moves. The total was starting to close in on twenty. We were very happy with the results...but were we ready to take in students, when we were so unprepared to do so? We decided against it for now, and kept training. Seconds passed...then the seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes turned into days. Finally, we were ready. We started thinking of who we would teach…who would be ready for this. Then we asked the question again…were we even ready for this? We had no rules, no organization…we had nothing. So once again, we went to work. We started thinking of things like rankings, applications, and general rules. By the end of the day, we were almost set to go. When I got out of my after school shower that day, I got to the computer and started typing, while talking to Corey on MSN at the same time for some feedback. I typed up the move list, adding a few more moves to it as I did so. We’d finally hit twenty. Corey typed up some of the basic Fung-Ku regulations, and other information that we needed. Then, we thought of who we would include. Twelve names came up. We would inform them tomorrow… The next day at lunch, we set out on a quest to find these people. We only found two of them, but it would do. So we brought them up to the mez, and started our speech. After a long tutorial, and a short demonstration, they became very interested in Fung-Ku. So we decided to take them in as our students. Our first two students… As the next few days passed, we took in about ten more students. All was going well in the world of Fung-Ku. We taught them to the best of our abilities…but we realized something else. Our class was getting too big. After careful deliberation, we went to work once again. We decided that we’d split up into two classes, two “Squadrons” as we called them. So that night, Corey and me had us a draft… Corey got the first pick, and he chose Keith. Keith was Corey’s prized possession from the start, his favorite student. I knew he was gonna pick him. That meant I had to find someone just as good. So I chose the only person in the draft who I thought was capable of beating Keith...Kurt B. Baldwin, esquire. Kurt was my favorite student, and I can truthfully say that he had the potential to be a god in the sport of Fung-Ku...or atleast a demi-god. So we went on with the draft. The next day at school, we would have a meeting on the mez with all the students…not the same kind of meeting, though. This time, we’d be separated for the first time… The next day before the meeting, me and Corey discussed what we would do with two squads rather than one. We decided that we would compete with each other, training our students within our own squadrons, preparing for Kike In The Dike (KITD), where the two squads would go head to head to see which one was best. So, at the meeting on the mez, we informed the students. They liked the idea. Kurt and Keith liked it the most. They’d been competing with each other for the top spot since the start, and one of them would finally be able to prove to the other that he was better. I was quite confident that Kurt would win, just as Corey was confident with Keith. But either way, we had to prepare… In the next few days, I trained my students hard, showing them every move on the list, demonstrating until every one of them got it right. Things were looking pretty good for my squadron. There was still four or five months until KITD, and my students were already turning into decent Fung-Ku competitors. The next time me and Corey talked, we decided on a few things. For one, the winning squadron at KITD should get a prize. The other, we needed a way to distinguish the students from another. A way to let them know how they were doing. We needed rankings. So once again, the two of us went to work. I sat in business class that afternoon writing down any different rankings that I could. One, of course, would be Grandmaster. I, along with Corey, had already achieved this ranking. When we got on the bus after school, he showed me his rankings, and I showed him mine. We combined the two, and got seven rankings. We were quite proud of ourselves. So, we were ready once again. However, things weren’t as good as they appeared to be. The next day at school, we were in for a rude awakening… We got to school the next day ready to train. We wouldn’t all be on the mez today. Corey would take his class for half of the lunch hour, and I would take it for the second half. So when Corey ran to me during what was supposed to be his class time, I knew something was wrong. He informed me of the problem. Apparently, a few people had been forming a resistance against Fung-Ku. They didn’t like our ways, I guess. I was thinking there would be three or four of them…I was wrong. He brought me up to the mez, and showed me everyone in the “resistance.” There were atleast ten of them…maybe more than that. We stepped off the mez quickly for a Grandmaster meeting. After thinking hard for a few minutes, we decided to do what we had to do. We would gather our armies and team up to fight off the resistance…or the “Judases” as we decided to call them. So off we went, looking for our students. The first two we found were ready to fight. Two more were in keyboarding detention. The next three just didn’t wanna fight (pussies like Ben and Kalen). Keith wasn’t at school that day, so we would have to do without him. In total, our army only reached four people. I had one of my students, and Corey had one of his. Neither one of us, however, had our prized students. However, Kurt WAS at school today… So off we went to find Kurt. We searched the halls frantically, but came up short. I checked in classrooms, and Corey checked outside. He wasn’t in either place. After thinking for a minute, we decided the only other place he could be was on the mez…on the Judases territory. But only one of us would go, so as not to arouse any suspicion. So I, being Kurt’s teacher, was to go. I ran up to the mez quickly, hoping that the Judases hadn’t already eaten his brains and turned his skin into various articles of clothing. I was very relieved when I saw him sitting on the bleachers. I approached slowly; weary of the presence of the Judases. I tapped him on the shoulder, and informed him that an emergency Fung-Ku meeting was to take place immediately. As he turned around, I saw a sight I thought I’d never see…Rory Qually talking to a girl. I shuddered, and looked at Kurt. That’s when I saw another thing I thought I’d never have to see…Kurt’s eye color had changed from blue, to a dark shade of red…or maybe they stayed blue, I really don’t remember. But either way, I knew what was coming before he said anything… An evil smirk spread across his face when he informed me that he was no longer a part of Fung-Ku…he had turned on us, he was one of the Judases now. I didn’t know what to do. After staring blankly at him for a few seconds, I left. I went back down to the halls, feeling quite dejected. I found Corey talking to the two troops we’d already assembled. I thought to myself how I’d break the news to them…but as it would turn out, I wouldn’t need to. When they saw me coming alone, they already knew… We spent the rest of the lunch hour thinking in silence…none of us knew what to do. What we did know, is that we had to be very careful. If the Judases were powerful enough to turn my top student on me, then we might be in trouble… In our usual Fung-Ku discussion after school, me and Corey talked about these “Judases.” We decided that, with the whole problem with Kurt, it would be best if we started a screening process before we allowed students in. So, Corey typed up the applications. We’d give them to all of our students to fill out. And that we did… The next day at school, we came with many applications. We handed them out to some of our students. Two of them, after seeing that we were weakened by the Judases, decided to leave, stating that “Fung-Ku sucks” as they left. They were the first two names on the ban list…one more just quit, and two more said they needed to think about their status in Fung-Ku. I didn’t give them the option to stay in, and I fired them both. But once again, we realized how powerful the Judases were. In two days, they had cut our army in half. Something needed to be done…something drastic.
Corey and me had a long conversation that night on the status of Fung-Ku. Many ideas came up, including the shutting down of Fung-Ku…we knew we couldn’t go that far. That’s when Corey thought of something…an idea I liked. It made me think of the word “Makaveli.” Makaveli was Tupac Shakur’s alias, and though the spelling is different, Machiavelli was a 16th century Italian philosopher who advocated the staging of one’s death in order to gain power and evade enemies. It made so much sense…we would fake the death of Fung-Ku in order to deceive the Judases, and we’d lay low for a while…we would strengthen our army secretly, quietly, and when we were ready, we would take out the Judases for good…and the final fight would happen at KITD… But who, out of our students, would keep their loyalty? Who could keep this quiet? We knew that we needed to be careful here, for one mistake and we’d be finished. So, we waited it out. The next day at school, we told all of our students that Fung-Ku was finished. We told them that everything was over, and that Fung-Ku was dead. Then, we took three students, Keith, Ronson, and Danny, to the side. We told them everything…our whole plan. We knew they could be trusted with this information. So they would be the beginning of our new army. They would be the beginning…of the new era. From that point on, we had to train secretly. We had to train somewhere where no Judases would discover us. So that’s exactly what we did. Every chance we got, we held Fung-Ku training for our students. Corey had two students left in his “To Squad Fu” squadron, and I had one left in the “Fu-Tang Clan.” Though our army was small, it would have to suffice. Besides, we would probably take in more students shortly. However, even if we didn’t, we would bring the Judases down at KITD…because we had one thing they didn’t; the element of surprise. See, the Judases had no idea we even existed, so they didn’t see the need to train. We, however, were hard at work. Me and Corey talked long and hard about who else we could take in to be our students, but none of the names really stuck. We decided in the end that we would be patient, for it was partly due to our impatience that the exodus happened in the first place. So that’s what we did…we sat back and waited, training our students every chance we got. The Judases might have drawn first blood…they might’ve won the first battle…but this war was far from over. We planned out our schedule carefully over the next few weeks. We began to worry about our troops, though. Even though we were organized, we were still very small in numbers compared to the Judases. We had to do something…that’s when the idea of organized attacks came to mind. Pierce Inglis, one of the Judases, was coming to town that night. He would be staying at Keith’s house, along with Keith and Corey. Fung-Ku would finally get its first retaliatory effort in. Danny came to my house that night, and we began drinking. When we were good and juiced, we roamed the streets. I decided that it would be a good idea to go see Keith and Corey, to see what had happened. So off we went… We made it to Keith’s house, and opened the door to the camper he was sleeping in. The three of them (Keith, Corey, and Pierce) were there drinking, and I think Pierce was beating off…but I’m not quite sure. Anyway, the fight did go down earlier that night, and this is how it went down… Corey and Keith decided it was time to attack…Corey charged Pierce, hitting him with a hard “Rice.” However, Pierce fended him off, and tossed him to the side. A battle raged on between him and Keith, with Pierce gaining the slight upper hand. However, when Corey jumped in again, things turned around. They eventually took Pierce down, and the fight was over. Fung-Ku was victorious over the Judases for the first time, and Corey and Keith had just taken out a key member. Within the next few weeks, weeks, school ended. Fung-Ku, however, did not. We continued to train hard in preparation for KITD. So two months later, it was finally time. KITD was that night, and we were ready. Unfortunately, we were all too drunk at KITD to remember to fight the Judases, so the fight never happened. So we did what we do best…we waited, and we trained. A new wave of people have entered the school this year, so we plan on doing some more recruiting as soon as we can. We will continue to build our army…we will continue to grow stronger. And eventually, when the time comes for the final fight, the Judases will fall…
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