Quote:I love fighting martial artists that go to only technique and show schools where they forget that sweeps, locks and grappling techniques aren't allowed in tournaments. They start complaining and I just shrug and say, "This is self defense, not look cool time".
Had a similar situation in BUD/s where I got picked to be the demonstration dummy 'cause I was the biggest person (like usual), and they heard I was into the martial arts. They wanted to make an example of me since they are used to the "tournement" practitioners and were going to show how all the "pretty stuff" was useless. I lasted 10 minutes before I admitted defeat, but ended up giving lessons to instructors after Hell week.
But we all know age and treachery beats youth and vigor, so I didn't feel too bad about losing.
The first time my current Sifu and I sparred so he could judge my skill level, I caught him with a body strike, ( for those not in the know, that is where you use the point of your shoulder with the whole force of your body mass to strike your opponent in the sternum. Done correctly, you can shatter a sternum with that manouvre), he immediately said I was not allowed to spar with anyone below black belt, but he uses me as a punching bag for the lower ranks to practice their technique, and for higher ranks to learn how to fight someone with an unorthodox or mixed style like mine.
It was a little different for me. The drill instructor doing the combatives class was talking about combatives, blah blah. Some girl started talking shit because her daddy was a black belt and she was as well. Well.... she was called out by him. He put on gloves and harassed her. He stated that if she did beat him, she could have the next two days off. Do whatever she wanted. She wasn't buying it. He ragged her and was trying to get her to slip those gloves on. Eventually she started to, but she started crying and was putting the glove on wrong. He then ragged her about that. She broke down and started sobbing. It was fricking hilarious. Obviously we couldn't laugh until later, but still.
This is where I come in. My battle buddy, the fucker that slept on the bottom bunk, decided to pipe up in a loud voice, "Hey aren't you in the martial arts lastname?" I swore to myself. The only reason he knew was because he used to be a boxer and we chit chatting about shit. Fucker. He asked me if I thought I could beat him, I responded saying something akin to, "If I did I would of already challenged you to find out my two days off is a lie." He brought me out anyways and said, "Did you go to one of those flowery pissant schools?" "Yes drill sergeant" So he had me put on the gloves saying I would be perfect for his example as to why those school were horrid. I warned it wasn't great idea because I agreed with him fully. We danced a little, then his arm slowed a little as he retraced his punch and I came in with it. Punched him in the nose, grabbed the wrist and the upper forearm as I turned into him and threw him to the ground. Unexpectedly to him I followed him to the ground with a knee to the guy knocking the air out of him. I quickly stood up and took several steps back. I broke two of his floating ribs, left side. He responded about me going to a flowery school, and I said, "I never said I took self defense to look pretty in a tournament. In fact, I call that school the school of shame."
He was an engineer drill sergeant, the rest were infantry/rangers/sappers or some other such mix. I then got to spar with two airborne infantry drill sergeants. Then the sapper stepped out and I knew I was going to lose this one. I wasn't winded enough to pretend that was the reason I lost despite my arrogance.
I won't chat about Sifus, I have only had three that I respect, out of the 5 I have had. Not many good schools in Alaska.
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