Post by ericjohn on Jan 24, 2006 17:50:09 GMT -5
As some of you know from Bill's forum, I've had a couple of problems with my instructor. He is a 4th degree black in Han Mu Do, which is what we are learning from him and is some other black degree in Kirokashenki (sp). He is the epitome of the cliche'ic ego maniacal karate instructor. He is always right, no art is better than his original art Kirokashenko Karate, (or something like that ) He goes too hard with the new students to try and impress them with his karate prowess, when they have no idea how to defend against him. In a word he is a thingy, that I have been hoping and praying to get to really roll with, straight grappling, no forms, katas, fitting, half speed, I mean real time "gittin after it". You guys that know the story know I have reasons for staying at the school that out weigh leaving and trying to find another school, so I have been toughing it out, biting my tongue and letting this guy act a fool for about two years now.
Well, his night came last night. ;D
It actually started last Thursday when he told us all to bring our sparing gear, he wanted to let us spare some before an up coming tournament. So at that cla*s we get geared up, we are going to spare, punches, kicks, throw and hold downs. No chokes or subs. So Mr KarateDo gears up too. I think, "Yeah, I hope he has nuts enough to ask me to spar." So he puts me and another guy to sparring. He's big and strong but no grappling experience at all so it was pretty much just a rowt for me the two or three rounds we rolled. So we're taking a breather and Mr KarateDo decides he wants to spar a little so guess who he wants to spar with, my wife. No nuts. All 115 pounds of her. So I told him to go ahead. Well, she's as game as any and although he can power through her like a she's a kid, he's doing a lot more huffin and puffin at the end of it all. (F'n thingy) So then he rolls with the guy I rolled with and this dude, even as green as he is, (I mean, this dude has only rolled with me 2 times and that's the extent of his grappling experience) and dude catches him in Osoto, badda bing badda boom. So they roll a time or two and it's pretty much even. Well, every one takes a break. Then the big guy ask him if he is going to spar me. Nope, cla*s time is up. What! I was livid! I said, "How about Monday's cla*s?" and the big guy backs me up so Mr. KarateDo has to say yes. YES! ;D
So yesterday, we get there and he has us doing all of these strength exercises like Mountain Climbers and "Under the fence" push ups, (what he calls Hindu push ups) and squats and lunges, then we roll out for about 30 minutes. Of course he is not participating in all of the hard stuff. It comes time to gear up and it looks like he isn't even going to put his pads on, but finely does. When we all get back on the mat, the big guy asks, "You guys going first?" Mr KararteDo kinda nods and I says, "Sure thing, lets go." So it's on. We bow in and here we go.
Well, he kinda comes in kicking and pucnhin but I eventually get a grip on him and he sets his feet like I wont be able to move him. He tries a couple of arms length throws but can't power me into them like the others and starts getting frustrated. So decide to take the fight o him and snatch him forward jsut to show him I can move his feet and sweep his support foot and end up in side control. He starts panicking, no nuts, wheezing and huffing and grunting and growling, so I'm just laying on him blocking his bridge and roll attempts pa*sing up a bundh of arm bar openings, and he finely gets himself struggle off his back and up to all fours. So I slipped a grape vine in and start riding him cross body. I'm looking for the Guillotine, I would have loved to caught him that but he tries to stand up reaches back around the other way, toward me. Perfect set up for a Jacobs Hook, so I rotate my hips hard and reap him around and put the cross face from hell on him and cloths line him back around so hard he makes this whining gurgling noise, falls flat of his back and ends up under my full mount. So since I can't sit up and strike or neck crank him or any other sub, I hug his face into my chest so he can't turn his head and sink all my weight on him. He squirms a bit but can't get any air and finely taps. ;D So I just got up off of him and never looked back, toed my line and waited. He got up toed his line, and bowed to me. So much for Mr. KarateDo. The rest of the night was light rolling with the lower belts and a good hard match with the big guy to rap it up.
Mr. KarateDo did not have anything to say to me after that. But was not hateful. I think he learned himself a lesson about ego, grappling and what works and what doesn't in real time.
Well, his night came last night. ;D
It actually started last Thursday when he told us all to bring our sparing gear, he wanted to let us spare some before an up coming tournament. So at that cla*s we get geared up, we are going to spare, punches, kicks, throw and hold downs. No chokes or subs. So Mr KarateDo gears up too. I think, "Yeah, I hope he has nuts enough to ask me to spar." So he puts me and another guy to sparring. He's big and strong but no grappling experience at all so it was pretty much just a rowt for me the two or three rounds we rolled. So we're taking a breather and Mr KarateDo decides he wants to spar a little so guess who he wants to spar with, my wife. No nuts. All 115 pounds of her. So I told him to go ahead. Well, she's as game as any and although he can power through her like a she's a kid, he's doing a lot more huffin and puffin at the end of it all. (F'n thingy) So then he rolls with the guy I rolled with and this dude, even as green as he is, (I mean, this dude has only rolled with me 2 times and that's the extent of his grappling experience) and dude catches him in Osoto, badda bing badda boom. So they roll a time or two and it's pretty much even. Well, every one takes a break. Then the big guy ask him if he is going to spar me. Nope, cla*s time is up. What! I was livid! I said, "How about Monday's cla*s?" and the big guy backs me up so Mr. KarateDo has to say yes. YES! ;D
So yesterday, we get there and he has us doing all of these strength exercises like Mountain Climbers and "Under the fence" push ups, (what he calls Hindu push ups) and squats and lunges, then we roll out for about 30 minutes. Of course he is not participating in all of the hard stuff. It comes time to gear up and it looks like he isn't even going to put his pads on, but finely does. When we all get back on the mat, the big guy asks, "You guys going first?" Mr KararteDo kinda nods and I says, "Sure thing, lets go." So it's on. We bow in and here we go.
Well, he kinda comes in kicking and pucnhin but I eventually get a grip on him and he sets his feet like I wont be able to move him. He tries a couple of arms length throws but can't power me into them like the others and starts getting frustrated. So decide to take the fight o him and snatch him forward jsut to show him I can move his feet and sweep his support foot and end up in side control. He starts panicking, no nuts, wheezing and huffing and grunting and growling, so I'm just laying on him blocking his bridge and roll attempts pa*sing up a bundh of arm bar openings, and he finely gets himself struggle off his back and up to all fours. So I slipped a grape vine in and start riding him cross body. I'm looking for the Guillotine, I would have loved to caught him that but he tries to stand up reaches back around the other way, toward me. Perfect set up for a Jacobs Hook, so I rotate my hips hard and reap him around and put the cross face from hell on him and cloths line him back around so hard he makes this whining gurgling noise, falls flat of his back and ends up under my full mount. So since I can't sit up and strike or neck crank him or any other sub, I hug his face into my chest so he can't turn his head and sink all my weight on him. He squirms a bit but can't get any air and finely taps. ;D So I just got up off of him and never looked back, toed my line and waited. He got up toed his line, and bowed to me. So much for Mr. KarateDo. The rest of the night was light rolling with the lower belts and a good hard match with the big guy to rap it up.
Mr. KarateDo did not have anything to say to me after that. But was not hateful. I think he learned himself a lesson about ego, grappling and what works and what doesn't in real time.