The  following is a story how the Mace Pepper Baton was
used.  At the end of the story, you will find a bonus offer just
for you.

Christy waited tables at a hip little bistro a few blocks from
her apartment.  Though she loved her neighborhood, she always
prepared for the unexpected.

One night, one of the diners got a little out of hand. She could
put up with rude customers, and she could even tolerate patrons
who had a little too much to drink. She and her boss agreed that
anyone who tried to lay hands on her or on any of the wait staff
would end up enjoying the rest of their meal “to go.”

So her boss ejected a customer who looked like a rumpled college
professor after he tried to pinch Christy’s bottom. The guy
created a huge stink, but the customers applauded when he fell
down the steps and landed on the sidewalk with a thud.

Later that night, after Christy banked out and counted her tip
money, she headed back down the street to her place. She thought
she heard footsteps behind her, but saw nobody when she swung
around.

Another block away from the restaurant, she thought she heard a
trash can rattle. Still, she couldn’t see anyone in the shadows.

Only a few steps away from her building’s front door, Christy
heard someone sneeze. She whipped around to see the drunken
customer from earlier that night.

He lunged at her, shouting, “I’ll show you!”

Instead of bolting for the door – she wouldn’t have made it in
time, anyway – she pulled out her keys. Instead of a usual
keychain, Christy carries a Mace Pepper Baton. It’s small enough
to fit in a purse, and durable enough to inflict pain on an
attacker.

As the drunken patron grabbed for her hair, Christy ducked down
and slammed the Pepper Baton across his kneecap. Wincing in pain,
he buckled over and made another swipe at her. She retaliated by
holding onto the baton and swinging her keys against his face.

Stumbling, the attacker made one last grab. Christy pointed the
baton at him, unleashing its secret weapon – a blast of
debilitating pepper spray.

Christy’s attacker crouched on the sidewalk while she dialed
9-1-1 on her cell phone.

“Next time,” Christy said, “stick to what’s on the menu.”

Yours in safety,  Doug Austin
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The  following is a story how the Unarmed Combat Course was
used.

Unlike most people, Bridget hated quitting time. She wasn’t a
workaholic or anything, but ever since her company moved its
office to save on expenses, she dreaded the thought of the four-
block walk to the parking garage.

Winter made things worse.  On top of feeling cold, Bridget
couldn’t stand to walk down the street in the dark. In the middle
of December, four in the afternoon may as well have been four in
the morning.

Adding insult to injury, her office manager had banned anything
that could be perceived as a weapon from the workplace. Bridget
couldn’t bring her pepper spray to work, nor could she invest in
a stun gun. Showing up at the office with anything she could use
to defend herself would get her fired.

When the New Year rolled around, Bridget vowed to get control of
things. She liked her job – and her paycheck – way too much to
just give it up. She thought about taking a martial arts course,
but that would eat up more time out of her day.

Surfing the web for ideas, she stumbled across one name again and
again.

Frank Cucci.

Wondering why so many people were talking about Frank’s
revolutionary self-defense system, she discovered that he picked
up some amazing techniques after spending over a decade as a Navy
SEAL. Behind enemy lines, you can’t afford to use something that
doesn’t work – the first time.

Watching Frank’s video, she studied how he blended moves from
different disciplines. Nobody else would even think to mix up
Bruce Lee’s fighting moves with straight up roadhouse brawling.
It’s what works, Bridget realized, and she didn’t have to be a
star martial artist to make it work for her.

A few weeks later, Bridget’s co-workers complained about stuff
missing from their desks.  She didn’t think too much about it
until she took the stairwell to the lunchroom – and stumbled into
an office thief!

All this time, she had worried about that awful walk to the
garage, when the real threat was right in her own building!

Bridget didn’t waste any time, since Frank’s visceral learning
style put all those key moves into “muscle memory.” Before he
could reach for a weapon, that thief found himself totally
subdued – by a five foot two inch tall office worker!

And for the first time in months, Bridget walked to her car
feeling totally confident in her surroundings.

Yours in safety,

Douglas Austin          http://www.heylooksecurity.com/catalog/unarmed-combat-course-frank-cucci-p-44.html