It was about 11:00 pm Saturday the 15th of November 2001. The temperature was a cool 59 degrees with a slight drizzle from the northeast. Scotch and the beautiful demure Mrs. Striker had spent the evening at the theater. Scotch and the wife had just come from seeing the latest Christmas movie and were in the parking lot talking about the movie walking to Scotch's steel grey H-1 hummer.
All of a sudden, Scotch heard the ring and felt the dull thud as the 4-foot long section of lead pipe struck the back of his head sending him tumbling to the asphalt. Blancette, his wife started screaming at the site, and suddenly felt her long waist length blond hair grabbed from behind and yanked downward.
While one attacked proceeded to kick Scotch in the face with steel toed boots, the second attacker started to rip of Blancette's blouse off until she stood there in just a short skirt and white bra.
Throughout this vicious attack, Scotch watched in horror and shock as his beautiful wife was being fondled by the two attackers in the parking lot. A great rage developed deep in him he later recalled to the police and he realized he had to do something quick before his lovely wife was violated further. It was now time act. Taking a deep breath and gathering all of his strength, he wiped away the blood from his face, got to his feet and sprinted back to the theaters to call 911 for the police.
The two attackers watched as Scotch ran for the authorities. They considered shooting at him, but did not want to attract attention, so they just laughed at him. It was during this moment of distraction that Mrs. Striker realized that an opportunity had presented itself to her. While her two attackers were preoccupied, the self defense Close Quarters Combat training she had recently taken the previous weekend kicked in. She quickly reached inside her skirt and felt for the flat piece of steel she kept there. In one smooth motion she pulled out her large Cold Steel Vaquero and with her right hand flicked open its six inch serrated AUS-8 steel blade.
The sound of the large six inch blade locking into place caused one of the attackers to suddenly turn around, but it was too late. In one fluid motion she came up with the tactical folding knife and with all the strength her 5-10 inch 110 pound frame could muster shoved the six steel blade into the underside of her attackers chin until the entire steel blade disappeared into the attackers head. The attacker instantly fired a burst from his Glock 18 into the asphalt spraying bullets every where.
As the other attacker quickly turned toward Mrs. Striker, he suddenly felt a hot stinging sensation in his right ankle. Realizing that the second attacker was still armed Mrs. Striker quickly pulled her tactical folding knife from the chin of the first attacker and he fell at her feet.
Then without a moments' hesitation pivoted left and thrust the six inch steel blade into the second attackers groin burying the blade until the Zytel handles hit the attackers' pubic bone. Then she twisted the blade 90 degrees and pulled the knife out in the different direction. The attacker immediately started screaming putting both hands over his groin as streams of blood shot out from his groin area every second. She quickly backed away not wanting to get hit by any of the blood streams shooting out 8 feet from the attacker as he thrashed about on the asphalt.
As blancette stood there in the ready stance taught to her, suddenly she felt the firm reassuring hand of Scotch as returned with the police. Scotch said dear, I have brought help, but I see you are ok. She then wiped the blood off the Vaquero on the coat of the first attacker and closed the knife and returned it to the inside waistband of her skirt. Suddenly, she burst into tears and fell into the strong arms of her husband. Scotch took the shaken Blancette to the Police car so she could compose her self.
After few minutes, she then grew angry when she looked down at her bra and noticed that the second attacker had gotten his blood on her brand new $40 dollar Victoria Secret bra.
The police and paramedics attended to the second attackers' injuries while Mrs. Striker went home after giving a statement of facts to the police. It was later reveled that the two attackers were serial rapists. While one attacker was now dead and the other missing 9/10ths of his equipment he was still able to stand trial.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Striker were both glad she had taken that self defense course in close quarters knife fighting. That was 3 years ago and Mrs. Striker still has that original vaquero although it is now in a glass case on the living room wall. Mrs. Striker now carries a Columbia River Knife and Tool (CRKT) M18 with a 4 inch tanto blade in her waist and a back up 3-inch M1 CRKT knife in her bra.
All of a sudden, Scotch heard the ring and felt the dull thud as the 4-foot long section of lead pipe struck the back of his head sending him tumbling to the asphalt. Blancette, his wife started screaming at the site, and suddenly felt her long waist length blond hair grabbed from behind and yanked downward.
While one attacked proceeded to kick Scotch in the face with steel toed boots, the second attacker started to rip of Blancette's blouse off until she stood there in just a short skirt and white bra.
Throughout this vicious attack, Scotch watched in horror and shock as his beautiful wife was being fondled by the two attackers in the parking lot. A great rage developed deep in him he later recalled to the police and he realized he had to do something quick before his lovely wife was violated further. It was now time act. Taking a deep breath and gathering all of his strength, he wiped away the blood from his face, got to his feet and sprinted back to the theaters to call 911 for the police.
The two attackers watched as Scotch ran for the authorities. They considered shooting at him, but did not want to attract attention, so they just laughed at him. It was during this moment of distraction that Mrs. Striker realized that an opportunity had presented itself to her. While her two attackers were preoccupied, the self defense Close Quarters Combat training she had recently taken the previous weekend kicked in. She quickly reached inside her skirt and felt for the flat piece of steel she kept there. In one smooth motion she pulled out her large Cold Steel Vaquero and with her right hand flicked open its six inch serrated AUS-8 steel blade.
The sound of the large six inch blade locking into place caused one of the attackers to suddenly turn around, but it was too late. In one fluid motion she came up with the tactical folding knife and with all the strength her 5-10 inch 110 pound frame could muster shoved the six steel blade into the underside of her attackers chin until the entire steel blade disappeared into the attackers head. The attacker instantly fired a burst from his Glock 18 into the asphalt spraying bullets every where.
As the other attacker quickly turned toward Mrs. Striker, he suddenly felt a hot stinging sensation in his right ankle. Realizing that the second attacker was still armed Mrs. Striker quickly pulled her tactical folding knife from the chin of the first attacker and he fell at her feet.
Then without a moments' hesitation pivoted left and thrust the six inch steel blade into the second attackers groin burying the blade until the Zytel handles hit the attackers' pubic bone. Then she twisted the blade 90 degrees and pulled the knife out in the different direction. The attacker immediately started screaming putting both hands over his groin as streams of blood shot out from his groin area every second. She quickly backed away not wanting to get hit by any of the blood streams shooting out 8 feet from the attacker as he thrashed about on the asphalt.
As blancette stood there in the ready stance taught to her, suddenly she felt the firm reassuring hand of Scotch as returned with the police. Scotch said dear, I have brought help, but I see you are ok. She then wiped the blood off the Vaquero on the coat of the first attacker and closed the knife and returned it to the inside waistband of her skirt. Suddenly, she burst into tears and fell into the strong arms of her husband. Scotch took the shaken Blancette to the Police car so she could compose her self.
After few minutes, she then grew angry when she looked down at her bra and noticed that the second attacker had gotten his blood on her brand new $40 dollar Victoria Secret bra.
The police and paramedics attended to the second attackers' injuries while Mrs. Striker went home after giving a statement of facts to the police. It was later reveled that the two attackers were serial rapists. While one attacker was now dead and the other missing 9/10ths of his equipment he was still able to stand trial.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Striker were both glad she had taken that self defense course in close quarters knife fighting. That was 3 years ago and Mrs. Striker still has that original vaquero although it is now in a glass case on the living room wall. Mrs. Striker now carries a Columbia River Knife and Tool (CRKT) M18 with a 4 inch tanto blade in her waist and a back up 3-inch M1 CRKT knife in her bra.
