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As for me, it depends. If me from the past (about five years ago.) tried to sneak up on me, now, he'd fail, because I'm always paying attention to what's going on around me, and watching people's hands to see what they're gonna do. If past me encountered present me, he'd probably be confused, assume the current me was actually some sort of demonic doppelganger, and wouldn't hold anything back, probably INITIATING an attack. Current me would be confused by such an attack, shocked at seeing myself coming at me with reckless abandon, and would have difficulty reacting quickly during the myriad of thoughts I'd be experiencing.
After a few blows to the head, current me would regain my bearings, look at me from the past, REALIZING it was me from the past, gauging the haircut and camouflage utilities, and would begin anticipating my next move. I'd then look at the collar to see what rank I was wearing, and take advantage of the fact that past me doesn't have the same martial arts training I received a few years later, plus I'm wearing my 40 (He attacked me outside my house, on my way to work. Don't ask, it's MY scenario!
). I'd do my best to keep my firearm out of the circumstances, thinking that past me wouldn't know how to get my weapon out of the holster to use against me, plus I would also know that past me wouldn't TRY to get the weapon out, because he'd be more worried that evil doppelganger me (current me) would be seeking an attempt to UTILIZE said weapon, and would try to keep me from getting to it, instead. Neither past me, nor present me is very good with strikes, so we'd both resort to grapples.
Past me would be in better cardio condition, and would exhibit more endurance as we struggled around, bashing into the side of my truck, but he wouldn't have the grappling knowledge that current me has, and would fail to get me into an effective choke hold. I'd be out of breath sooner, but I'd have more of a chance to subdue my past self, and would catch my past self in a guillotine choke. Unfortunately, I'd have my past self's head under my left arm, and I'd be unable to reach my weapon (Damn left-handedness!
). Past me would struggle and tuck his neck, rendering the hold ineffective, and would resort to body strikes. His body strikes would be effective, as I of course would have been too lazy to wear my vest, that day, and I'd loosen my grip enough for him to get free. Eventually, though, in his attempts to escape, he'd mistakenly give his back to me, and I'd get him in a rear-naked choke with my right arm, AND free up my left hand to reach for my weapon. I'd unholster my weapon, but in a brief moment of nerd hesitance, I'd consider the prospect of how killing past me would negate my existence. Then I'd hit my past self in the head with the butt of my pistol (which unfortunately wouldn't be hard enough to knock myself out.). I'd realize this was a bad idea, and immediately release any hold I had on myself, and get to my feet and put some distance between me and my past self. My past self, hyped up on adrenaline, and mad from being pistol-whipped, cut up from rolling around on asphalt and dirtying his uniform, may not care that a loaded weapon was pointing at him, in the hands of someone who is as good a shot as he is. Hopefully, past self would take a brief moment to regain his composure and take that into consideration. I know the past me would do that, so I'd take a few more defensive steps backwards, also shaken with the adrenaline rush and cuts, (and pissed off that I ruined a perfectly good uniform and don't have the time to go back in the house, shower and iron!) with my weapon trained on myself, and I'd say, "Please, leave me alone. I'm JUST trying to go to work. Go away, and let me be!"
Past me would think that an evil doppelganger wouldn't be concerned with going to work, and wouldn't give him an opportunity to run, when he had a loaded weapon pointed at him. He would put his hands up, thinking he made a mistake in acting hastily, which he'd feel guilty about. He'd then take some slow steps backwards, nod his head to me, saying, "I'm terribly sorry." I'd reply with a nod, saying, "S'okay! You're alright, bud!" with my weapon still pointed at myself. Past me would say, "Okay, cool. Well, uhh, have a good one!" to which I would reply, "Good to go, you, too, man! Be careful goin' home!" He'd nod, and then walk backwards slowly, all the way to the end of the block, and I'd stay there, with my weapon pointed at him, until he made it to the end of the block. Once he was no longer in my line of sight, I'd holster my weapon, look around me, and go inside and call off work to get cleaned up. I'd say that I felt that I had some sort of stomach bug.
