Kembudo-Kai Kempoka
Senior Master
Alright. This one's hard for me to write from an ego standpoint, but like a guy who lost a bet and now has to pay the piper, I gotta post my experience with this. It was significant enough, that props need to go where props need to go.
I was one of the first guys from kenpo to train with the Gracies; I remember when most of the brothers were still in Torrance; when Rickson left; etc.
I quite happily took challenge matches to people who "gotta big mouth", but who were only willing to take pot-shots at BJJ in the pages of MA mags, and the like. I had some awesome matches in places ranging from my studio, to "their" studios, to parking lots at clubs and gyms; choked the absolute snot outta guys as an outnumbered bouncer; basically, had some real all-around phenomenal experiences as a grappler. Granted, I wrecked my back in the process more than had I not mosied down that road, but all in all, some great experiences.
Well before the UFC happened, and before you could find BJJ all over the place (literally, there were maybe 3-5 schools in the US, including Gracie Brothers, Machado's, & some other cousins), one of my favorite things was to take up challenges from karate guys with the "woulda-coulda-shoulda" garbage. By this, I mean...pretty much any stand-up fighter with more than a year under their belt was sure they could stop a grappler with what we -- as grapplers -- refferred to as "the magic bullet".
"...when the guy rushes you, all you have to do is..."
So I would oblige, and rush them... pull them to the ground, and either arm-bar them or choke 'em till they turned pretty colors. My end observation from all this? If a trained "wrassler" wants to get you to the floor, then to the floor you're going. Or, more specifically, if *I* want to get you to the floor, then to the floor you're going.
Well, I stopped in at Doc's late Sat. afternoon, and the guy & his motley crew of kenpo super-geeks (and I say that affectionately as I envy their knowledge base) are working on the Index Set. Basically, footwork similar to SF1, but with the stance changes accompanied by braced indexes, transitional indexes, etc. Aka, "how to keep your hands up and out in front of your body, so that if a train hits you, you dent the train".
"We can even use these tools against grapplers shooting to the lower part of the body", says he.
"Malarky", says I (in my head...I'm not THAT stoopihd).
"Reposition the lead hand while maintainnig alignment, and the guy shooting on you will feel like he's got a ton of bricks on his back, and hit the floor short of his mark", he says.
"Heard it before, and didn't believe it then, either", I says (in my head, mostly). But I'm a little stupid. In previous visits, I've pretty blatantly told Doc, "That's a neat trick and all, but I'm still pretty sure I can shoot those legs and pick one or both of those ankles". Says he, "I know you think that".
So. To my chagrin, I drop to shoot on a guy I've got at least 40 pounds on, and a lot more years of doing this stuff. He repositions, drops the elbow, maintains the integrity of the index, and I stop. Then, under what feels like embarassingly crusching weight, I go down. I would *like* to continue to pursue...I can usually persist in a scrambling forward momentum to catch the guy if he's successfully sprawled me, and still pull him to the floor (ain't gravity great?), but not this time. I'm pressing forward, he's barely leaning down, and I'm going nowhere.
Stopped.
Still not sure I believe it happened, so I pair up with one of my old BJJ buddies (purple belt), and exchange notes with him. This guy is also an old kenpo BB, and we started BJJ at about the same times. We used to do "good guy/bad guy" drills together, where we would pad up, then go solid after each other, with one lpaying the role of "karate guy holding off the grappler", and the other one being the grappler. We worked up the faith that the magic bullet did not exist, because we tried them on each other; the challenge "drop me if you can" -- riskig knockout or serious injury -- always ended up with the stand-up uke on the floor. With our past, I feel OK going harder with him than with someone with no wraslin' experience (seen people do simple things like land wrong, and blow a wrist).
End result? I stop him with da elbow ting; he stops me with da elbow ting, and I won't rest until I have accomplished 2 things:
1. Gotten really good at the elbow thing (I have some bad habits...I compromise my upright stances in favor of the old habit of broadening my base by srawling the legs...good practice in grappling, bad practice in kenpo);
2. Figger'd how to slip that friggin' index. Me no likey bags-o-bricks on by back.
Very cool stuff, Mr. Chapel. I'm looking forward to the next installation, though my ego's starting to feel about as bruised as my chest (still don't think I needed that silly vest, but I'm glad I had it).
Regards,
Dr. Dave
I was one of the first guys from kenpo to train with the Gracies; I remember when most of the brothers were still in Torrance; when Rickson left; etc.
I quite happily took challenge matches to people who "gotta big mouth", but who were only willing to take pot-shots at BJJ in the pages of MA mags, and the like. I had some awesome matches in places ranging from my studio, to "their" studios, to parking lots at clubs and gyms; choked the absolute snot outta guys as an outnumbered bouncer; basically, had some real all-around phenomenal experiences as a grappler. Granted, I wrecked my back in the process more than had I not mosied down that road, but all in all, some great experiences.
Well before the UFC happened, and before you could find BJJ all over the place (literally, there were maybe 3-5 schools in the US, including Gracie Brothers, Machado's, & some other cousins), one of my favorite things was to take up challenges from karate guys with the "woulda-coulda-shoulda" garbage. By this, I mean...pretty much any stand-up fighter with more than a year under their belt was sure they could stop a grappler with what we -- as grapplers -- refferred to as "the magic bullet".
"...when the guy rushes you, all you have to do is..."
So I would oblige, and rush them... pull them to the ground, and either arm-bar them or choke 'em till they turned pretty colors. My end observation from all this? If a trained "wrassler" wants to get you to the floor, then to the floor you're going. Or, more specifically, if *I* want to get you to the floor, then to the floor you're going.
Well, I stopped in at Doc's late Sat. afternoon, and the guy & his motley crew of kenpo super-geeks (and I say that affectionately as I envy their knowledge base) are working on the Index Set. Basically, footwork similar to SF1, but with the stance changes accompanied by braced indexes, transitional indexes, etc. Aka, "how to keep your hands up and out in front of your body, so that if a train hits you, you dent the train".
"We can even use these tools against grapplers shooting to the lower part of the body", says he.
"Malarky", says I (in my head...I'm not THAT stoopihd).
"Reposition the lead hand while maintainnig alignment, and the guy shooting on you will feel like he's got a ton of bricks on his back, and hit the floor short of his mark", he says.
"Heard it before, and didn't believe it then, either", I says (in my head, mostly). But I'm a little stupid. In previous visits, I've pretty blatantly told Doc, "That's a neat trick and all, but I'm still pretty sure I can shoot those legs and pick one or both of those ankles". Says he, "I know you think that".
So. To my chagrin, I drop to shoot on a guy I've got at least 40 pounds on, and a lot more years of doing this stuff. He repositions, drops the elbow, maintains the integrity of the index, and I stop. Then, under what feels like embarassingly crusching weight, I go down. I would *like* to continue to pursue...I can usually persist in a scrambling forward momentum to catch the guy if he's successfully sprawled me, and still pull him to the floor (ain't gravity great?), but not this time. I'm pressing forward, he's barely leaning down, and I'm going nowhere.
Stopped.
Still not sure I believe it happened, so I pair up with one of my old BJJ buddies (purple belt), and exchange notes with him. This guy is also an old kenpo BB, and we started BJJ at about the same times. We used to do "good guy/bad guy" drills together, where we would pad up, then go solid after each other, with one lpaying the role of "karate guy holding off the grappler", and the other one being the grappler. We worked up the faith that the magic bullet did not exist, because we tried them on each other; the challenge "drop me if you can" -- riskig knockout or serious injury -- always ended up with the stand-up uke on the floor. With our past, I feel OK going harder with him than with someone with no wraslin' experience (seen people do simple things like land wrong, and blow a wrist).
End result? I stop him with da elbow ting; he stops me with da elbow ting, and I won't rest until I have accomplished 2 things:
1. Gotten really good at the elbow thing (I have some bad habits...I compromise my upright stances in favor of the old habit of broadening my base by srawling the legs...good practice in grappling, bad practice in kenpo);
2. Figger'd how to slip that friggin' index. Me no likey bags-o-bricks on by back.
Very cool stuff, Mr. Chapel. I'm looking forward to the next installation, though my ego's starting to feel about as bruised as my chest (still don't think I needed that silly vest, but I'm glad I had it).
Regards,
Dr. Dave