The Origin of Amp-Man

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The Story you are about to read is TRUE; the names have been changed to protect the idiots.

Who Am I?

A few decades back, I lived with my mother and father as an infant.
At age three, I was thrown from a second story building that was ablaze. Luckily a fireman caught me.
Unluckily, he dropped me on my head when he went to shake someone’s hand who was congratulating him.

After the house burned, Mom & Dad lost everything.
We had to move to one of the poorest, most dangerous towns on Long Island. This was a low income area where we were the minorities.
The neighborhood was overrun with gangs. Life here was tough: The high crime, never enough money, constant strife at home and School was a nightmare. My lunch was stolen from me every day. I was constantly getting jumped, beat up-you know; a punching bag. I had no choice but to accept my lot in life.

It was a matter of time before Mom left Dad. Then Dad Left me.
I was a senior in High School. I slept in All Night porno theaters and made small cash doing odd jobs.

I was taken in by a family of Chinese Immigrants; two woman who were sisters; each had a daughter. The youngest of the daughters was 16 year old Li. She attended my school and told her mother (who ran an AMP in some nice section of Queens) about me. After a school assembly, Li’s mom, Mama Fen, approached me with a proposition: If I wanted food & shelter, I must agree to finish school & never cut school; and do chores for their family. For this I was given room and board and a somewhat stable home life.

Li and I became friends. She was delicate and shy, but possessed an uncategorized beauty. She had an unusual warmth in her eyes. Unfortunately, she was somewhat melancholy. She too, felt like an outsider in our neighborhood because none of the girls in school would befriend her. She believed this was due to her ethnicity. She said the hatred coming from another group boggled her mind and made her sad.

One day after school, I was leaving the gym when I noticed a group of five girls encircling someone outside in the field. Above their taunts, I heard the pleas of their victim: “Please Stop!” As I approached, I learned to my horror it was Li. These animals were pushing, punching and kicking her. They laughed as they were sadistically punishing her for their own entertainment. She was thrown to the ground, bleeding and clearly helpless.

I knew I had to do something…but what? I’m no fighter and even if I was, I’m out numbered, and they’re girls.

Without a second thought, I walked up behind Lakeisha J****, the obvious ring leader, grabbed her hood and swung her around and to the ground. She was a BIG girl (200 lbs) she popped up and cursed me out and threatened my life.
So, I kicked her in the cunt. She fell to the ground.

At that point Tanya J******, another moose, cracked an old crutch across my back. I turned around and kicked her in the cunt.
She too fell to the ground, holding her crotch.

Kenya B***** & Shanice W*******, told me I would not live to see the sun rise. I picked up the crutch and whipped them both across the face. They both fell down and before they could get up, I kicked both of them in the cunt.
This strike was really hard; one of them began to cry.

The last one was Monique J****** – she just ran away.

So, I had four thugs laying on the floor, all saying: “Mutha Fucka, Mutha Fucka” which I believed was the extent of their respective vocabularies. They hurled all kinds of threats at me. That’s when I grabbed their ring leader by the hair, put my face in her face and said: “Then we’ll end this right here and now”.
I saw the fear in her eye – she knew I was serious.
I told them that if they didn’t get up and leave, I would kick in all their cunts and damage their vaginas to the extent that none of them could have children. Without another word, they all stumbled to their feet and limped away.

I picked Li up. I was embracing a hurt child but her bruises were not as serious as the emotional damage that was done to her. The entire way home she was crying. I did my best to comfort her, but it was no use. She said she was a good person and could not understand why the people in this neighborhood would do this to her. I brought her home, explained to Mama Fen what happened and she attended to Li’s wounds.

The next morning, Mama Fen woke me up early. She gave me $200 and said her sister and the 2 girls were leaving. I asked where they going; she would not tell me. She would only say thank you for saving Li and she wished me well. I asked if I could come with them: “No”. I asked if I could say goodbye to Li, but she said no and walked away.
I looked out the window from the basement apartment we shared and saw them drive away.

I never saw any of them again.

So, I go on my quest from AMP to AMP hoping one day that I look into the eyes of a Mama son or worker, see that unusual warmth and be reunited with Li;
a beautiful gift God gave this earth.

Who Am I?

I Am Amp-Man.
 
#2
The Story you are about to read is TRUE; the names have been changed to protect the idiots.

Who Am I?

A few decades back, I lived with my mother and father as an infant.
At age three, I was thrown from a second story building that was ablaze. Luckily a fireman caught me.
Unluckily, he dropped me on my head when he went to shake someone’s hand who was congratulating him.

After the house burned, Mom & Dad lost everything.
We had to move to one of the poorest, most dangerous towns on Long Island. This was a low income area where we were the minorities.
The neighborhood was overrun with gangs. Life here was tough: The high crime, never enough money, constant strife at home and School was a nightmare. My lunch was stolen from me every day. I was constantly getting jumped, beat up-you know; a punching bag. I had no choice but to accept my lot in life.

It was a matter of time before Mom left Dad. Then Dad Left me.
I was a senior in High School. I slept in All Night porno theaters and made small cash doing odd jobs.

I was taken in by a family of Chinese Immigrants; two woman who were sisters; each had a daughter. The youngest of the daughters was 16 year old Li. She attended my school and told her mother (who ran an AMP in some nice section of Queens) about me. After a school assembly, Li’s mom, Mama Fen, approached me with a proposition: If I wanted food & shelter, I must agree to finish school & never cut school; and do chores for their family. For this I was given room and board and a somewhat stable home life.

Li and I became friends. She was delicate and shy, but possessed an uncategorized beauty. She had an unusual warmth in her eyes. Unfortunately, she was somewhat melancholy. She too, felt like an outsider in our neighborhood because none of the girls in school would befriend her. She believed this was due to her ethnicity. She said the hatred coming from another group boggled her mind and made her sad.

One day after school, I was leaving the gym when I noticed a group of five girls encircling someone outside in the field. Above their taunts, I heard the pleas of their victim: “Please Stop!” As I approached, I learned to my horror it was Li. These animals were pushing, punching and kicking her. They laughed as they were sadistically punishing her for their own entertainment. She was thrown to the ground, bleeding and clearly helpless.

I knew I had to do something…but what? I’m no fighter and even if I was, I’m out numbered, and they’re girls.

Without a second thought, I walked up behind Lakeisha J****, the obvious ring leader, grabbed her hood and swung her around and to the ground. She was a BIG girl (200 lbs) she popped up and cursed me out and threatened my life.
So, I kicked her in the cunt. She fell to the ground.

At that point Tanya J******, another moose, cracked an old crutch across my back. I turned around and kicked her in the cunt.
She too fell to the ground, holding her crotch.

Kenya B***** & Shanice W*******, told me I would not live to see the sun rise. I picked up the crutch and whipped them both across the face. They both fell down and before they could get up, I kicked both of them in the cunt.
This strike was really hard; one of them began to cry.

The last one was Monique J****** – she just ran away.

So, I had four thugs laying on the floor, all saying: “Mutha Fucka, Mutha Fucka” which I believed was the extent of their respective vocabularies. They hurled all kinds of threats at me. That’s when I grabbed their ring leader by the hair, put my face in her face and said: “Then we’ll end this right here and now”.
I saw the fear in her eye – she knew I was serious.
I told them that if they didn’t get up and leave, I would kick in all their cunts and damage their vaginas to the extent that none of them could have children. Without another word, they all stumbled to their feet and limped away.

I picked Li up. I was embracing a hurt child but her bruises were not as serious as the emotional damage that was done to her. The entire way home she was crying. I did my best to comfort her, but it was no use. She said she was a good person and could not understand why the people in this neighborhood would do this to her. I brought her home, explained to Mama Fen what happened and she attended to Li’s wounds.

The next morning, Mama Fen woke me up early. She gave me $200 and said her sister and the 2 girls were leaving. I asked where they going; she would not tell me. She would only say thank you for saving Li and she wished me well. I asked if I could come with them: “No”. I asked if I could say goodbye to Li, but she said no and walked away.
I looked out the window from the basement apartment we shared and saw them drive away.

I never saw any of them again.

So, I go on my quest from AMP to AMP hoping one day that I look into the eyes of a Mama son or worker, see that unusual warmth and be reunited with Li;
a beautiful gift God gave this earth.

Who Am I?

I Am Amp-Man.
Stranger than fiction.
 
#3
The Story you are about to read is TRUE; the names have been changed to protect the idiots.

Who Am I?

A few decades back, I lived with my mother and father as an infant.
At age three, I was thrown from a second story building that was ablaze. Luckily a fireman caught me.
Unluckily, he dropped me on my head when he went to shake someone’s hand who was congratulating him.

After the house burned, Mom & Dad lost everything.
We had to move to one of the poorest, most dangerous towns on Long Island. This was a low income area where we were the minorities.
The neighborhood was overrun with gangs. Life here was tough: The high crime, never enough money, constant strife at home and School was a nightmare. My lunch was stolen from me every day. I was constantly getting jumped, beat up-you know; a punching bag. I had no choice but to accept my lot in life.

It was a matter of time before Mom left Dad. Then Dad Left me.
I was a senior in High School. I slept in All Night porno theaters and made small cash doing odd jobs.

I was taken in by a family of Chinese Immigrants; two woman who were sisters; each had a daughter. The youngest of the daughters was 16 year old Li. She attended my school and told her mother (who ran an AMP in some nice section of Queens) about me. After a school assembly, Li’s mom, Mama Fen, approached me with a proposition: If I wanted food & shelter, I must agree to finish school & never cut school; and do chores for their family. For this I was given room and board and a somewhat stable home life.

Li and I became friends. She was delicate and shy, but possessed an uncategorized beauty. She had an unusual warmth in her eyes. Unfortunately, she was somewhat melancholy. She too, felt like an outsider in our neighborhood because none of the girls in school would befriend her. She believed this was due to her ethnicity. She said the hatred coming from another group boggled her mind and made her sad.

One day after school, I was leaving the gym when I noticed a group of five girls encircling someone outside in the field. Above their taunts, I heard the pleas of their victim: “Please Stop!” As I approached, I learned to my horror it was Li. These animals were pushing, punching and kicking her. They laughed as they were sadistically punishing her for their own entertainment. She was thrown to the ground, bleeding and clearly helpless.

I knew I had to do something…but what? I’m no fighter and even if I was, I’m out numbered, and they’re girls.

Without a second thought, I walked up behind Lakeisha J****, the obvious ring leader, grabbed her hood and swung her around and to the ground. She was a BIG girl (200 lbs) she popped up and cursed me out and threatened my life.
So, I kicked her in the cunt. She fell to the ground.

At that point Tanya J******, another moose, cracked an old crutch across my back. I turned around and kicked her in the cunt.
She too fell to the ground, holding her crotch.

Kenya B***** & Shanice W*******, told me I would not live to see the sun rise. I picked up the crutch and whipped them both across the face. They both fell down and before they could get up, I kicked both of them in the cunt.
This strike was really hard; one of them began to cry.

The last one was Monique J****** – she just ran away.

So, I had four thugs laying on the floor, all saying: “Mutha Fucka, Mutha Fucka” which I believed was the extent of their respective vocabularies. They hurled all kinds of threats at me. That’s when I grabbed their ring leader by the hair, put my face in her face and said: “Then we’ll end this right here and now”.
I saw the fear in her eye – she knew I was serious.
I told them that if they didn’t get up and leave, I would kick in all their cunts and damage their vaginas to the extent that none of them could have children. Without another word, they all stumbled to their feet and limped away.

I picked Li up. I was embracing a hurt child but her bruises were not as serious as the emotional damage that was done to her. The entire way home she was crying. I did my best to comfort her, but it was no use. She said she was a good person and could not understand why the people in this neighborhood would do this to her. I brought her home, explained to Mama Fen what happened and she attended to Li’s wounds.

The next morning, Mama Fen woke me up early. She gave me $200 and said her sister and the 2 girls were leaving. I asked where they going; she would not tell me. She would only say thank you for saving Li and she wished me well. I asked if I could come with them: “No”. I asked if I could say goodbye to Li, but she said no and walked away.
I looked out the window from the basement apartment we shared and saw them drive away.

I never saw any of them again.

So, I go on my quest from AMP to AMP hoping one day that I look into the eyes of a Mama son or worker, see that unusual warmth and be reunited with Li;
a beautiful gift God gave this earth.

Who Am I?

I Am Amp-Man.
If this is true, it is a great story and I wish you a "happy ending "
 
#6
Hmmm…
I wonder is this would make a great Broadway play..
Perhaps we need to get @mugi involved to embellish on the script?
I am unemployed at the moment and would relish the opportunity. Thank you for the vote of confidence.

I insist that Amp-Man play himself. And, there’s parts for everyone on the board. Extras can be found in Flushing.

I haven’t been this excited in years!!!
 
#7
I am unemployed at the moment and would relish the opportunity. Thank you for the vote of confidence.

I insist that Amp-Man play himself. And, there’s parts for everyone on the board. Extras can be found in Flushing.

I haven’t been this excited in years!!!
Thank you, brothers
 
#8
The best line: "So, I kicked her in the cunt."

I don't know if this story is true but I choose to believe it! Great story. Maybe you have already gotten a HE from Li without ralizing it was her.

So after mamasan abandoned you what did you do next? Taken in by a Latin Mamasan doing odd jobs?
 
#9
The best line: "So, I kicked her in the cunt."

I don't know if this story is true but I choose to believe it! Great story. Maybe you have already gotten a HE from Li without ralizing it was her.

So after mamasan abandoned you what did you do next? Taken in by a Latin Mamasan doing odd jobs?
“The best line: ‘So, I kicked her in the cunt.’”

The fight scene was pretty brutal. It was not a solitary kick to the cunt.

Once Amp-Man got over the squeamishness of kicking the first aggressor in the cunt, it became his go-to move. He exclusively aimed at cunts and never took anyone out with left-hooks, uppercuts, headbutts.

That was my only concern for the movie, possibly losing my “G” rating due to the graphic images at the end of the fight scene with five or six injured, angry, cursing bitches strewn over the lawns, clenching their bruised and inflamed vaginas.

But, it will sell tickets.
 

billyS

Reign of Terror
#11
Okay, this is me talking as a member not a moderator.

Funny how some of you are fixated on the fight scene.

Besides the obvious racial micro aggressions in the naming of the combatants (shades of Vermeer) the way some of you are cheering the "kicking in the cunt" is very telling.

I really wonder if some of you can get laid without paying for it.

I mean we can start a whole thread about what the fuck is wrong with a man who wants to or cheers on another man "kicking a girl in the cunt". Even if it is just fiction.
I just think it's a sign of some deep seated hatred for woman probably rooted in adolescent rejection. Or mommy issues.

A vagina is something that should licked, kissed, caressed, it should be something you seek to give a woman pleasure, not pain.

Unless of course you're a sick fuck who can't it the normal way.

I know his story is just fiction made up to make you guys laugh but sometimes there might be more to it.

Getting off my soapbox now.
Go back to enjoying your fantasy.
 
#12
Okay, this is me talking as a member not a moderator.

Funny how some of you are fixated on the fight scene.

Besides the obvious racial micro aggressions in the naming of the combatants (shades of Vermeer) the way some of you are cheering the "kicking in the cunt" is very telling.

I really wonder if some of you can get laid without paying for it.

I mean we can start a whole thread about what the fuck is wrong with a man who wants to or cheers on another man "kicking a girl in the cunt". Even if it is just fiction.
I just think it's a sign of some deep seated hatred for woman probably rooted in adolescent rejection. Or mommy issues.

A vagina is something that should licked, kissed, caressed, it should be something you seek to give a woman pleasure, not pain.

Unless of course you're a sick fuck who can't it the normal way.

I know his story is just fiction made up to make you guys laugh but sometimes there might be more to it.

Getting off my soapbox now.
Go back to enjoying your fantasy.
Amp-Man's story is factual and the ONLY agenda was to share it.
Amp-Man thought his story was worth telling.
Amp-Man Believes his story is noble.

Amp-Man chooses to offend No One.
Amp-Man is not sick or twisted (Perhaps just blunt).

Amp-Man asks:
"If you had to save a loved one from harm, When you told the story, how politically correct would you be?"
(any answer other than 'not at all', is B.S.)

In any event, Amp-Man apologizes to anyone insulted or offended by the words he chose to tell his story.
 
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