[I:http://martialarts.surrey-sussex.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/AlCase9.jpg]This is one of those stories that deserves loads of retelling. Wing Chun Kung Fu, you see, was put together by a (sniff) little girl! And, if that isn’t bad enough, the Sticky Hands exercise, after many centuries, is still cutting edge state of the Martial Arts!
Wing Chun was a peasant type female in old China. She was a cute, little thing, and she looked forward to marrying her boyfriend, life was going to be tip top, and all that sort of thing. Then, the big, bad bandit chieftain came to her village.
One look at Wing Chun and the bandit leader said that she would have to marry him! Poor Wing Chun, she sobbed and ran into the forest and generally carried on. Life was looking bad, and it seemed she would never be able to marry her boyfriend!
In the forest, however, she met a nun, name of Ng Mui, from the Shaolin Temple. Ng Mui listened to the tale of the bandit leader’s rancid love, and she decided to help the peasant girl. She told Wing Chun to stall the bandit leader off for a year, and that in that time she would teach her a special kind of Gung Fu.
Wing Chun agreed to the plan, and she returned to the village and confronted the bandit leader. She told him that she would marry him in one year, and of her own free will. The kicker was that the bandit leader would have to prove that he was a man and beat her in a fight.
For the next twelve months the young girl learned how to fight under the nun. She learned the techniques and drilled the self defense moves. Most of all, she practiced a style of training called Sticky Hands.
At the end of a year Wing Chun returned to her village and met the bandit leader. In a fierce fight, she handed the bad guy his head, subduing him thoroughly. At last, free from the threat of the bad guy, she was free to marry her boyfriend.
Now, the kicker to all this is that, after getting hitched, Wing Chun and her new hubbie had a little marital spat. And, in the process of straightening him out, she kicked his fanny a bit. I guess he only knew Karate, or Judo, or kenpo, or something that didn’t have Sticky Hands.