Hell, I don’t know the name of the move in english, but once, while doing some crapling I tried to jump and place my legs around the other guy’s waist, trying to pull him into my guard and being the crappler extraordinaire that I was I managed to hit the back of my head on the floor and almost pass out.The gym was spinning more then Dorothy’s house. That’s what whatching the UFC will do to you. Six years later and and I’m still trying…the difference? I’m learning from “trained professionals”!:headbang:
I was made to look the fool sparring this one guy with quite a bit of grappling experience on me, he was always taking me down and doing horrible things to me. I did however get him good once, I was on the bottom, him in my guard and he was trying to show off by picking me up to slam me down UFC style, but I managed to slip my legs out while I was up in the air, landing on my feet, since my arms were free I put him in a Muay Thai clinch (both hands behind his head, Muay Thai clinch right?) and used my momentum to bring his head down into my awaiting knee. It was quite the sight.
He then continued to dominate my ass on the ground lol
In the early days of attending my MMA class, we were running a wall-based drill where the guy against the wall is fighting to stay on their feet, whereas the guy off the wall is looking for a takedown. My partner, who was on the wall, tapped my shoulder (the signal to start), and after trying unsuccessfully to take him down for a minute or so, my instructor yelled (in a motivational fashion, mind you),
“Put his dumb ass on the mat!”
So, I instinctively pulled guard. As soon as I did, I realized that I was pretty much violating the entire point of the drill, and during our descent/subsequent landing, I loudly proclaimed to the class,
“OH! I AM AN ASSHOLE!”
The instructors got a pretty decent laugh out of that.
Also, myself and the aforementioned instructors went to a demo (where they were performing) at another university, after which there was to be “a pajama party”. I brought actual pajamas. They meant gis. Oops.
However, we ended up not staying for the festivities.
Har Har. Elbows. Fucking up toes and feet since 3000 BC!
at kung fu we had a lesson devoted entirely to sparring a few months ago, through the lesson we used different sets of rules and ranges, so it came to the turn of TKD style rules, I’m thinking “oooh, good, I can do this” took a spinning heel kick to the cheek bone. no biggie I think, carry on sparring. took three more. to exactly the same place. all off the same guy. within about 2 minutes.
damn.
on the plus side, the next round I was up against this guy who is a moaning little bitch. He constantly runs away instead of fighting. I pinned him to a wall facing into a corner (yes, he turned his back and ran away into a corner). then picked him up by his pants…ultimate trousers wedgie.
Holding a kicking shield for front kicks. Kicker is a big guy – ~80 lbs heavier than I am – and a power lifter. Other students avoid holding pads for him, but I figure it’s giving me the best workout of all, even if I go flying now and again.
It’s one of those big, slightly curved shields, kind of like these:
. . . which I always hold vertically for front kicks. (When the kicker starts getting tired, I want as much coverage as I can get.)
An instructor comes over and insists that I hold the shield horizontally, “so that the foot hits a perfectly flat surface.” Having held pads for this guy before, I’m dubious, but comply.
Sure enough, the big guy starts getting tired, and his technique starts suffering. As the kicks start getting lower and sloppier, I start dropping my stance lower and longer to make sure I catch them with the pad, not my nuts.
Even so, he finally throws one that’s more of an axe kick than a teep; it grazes the pad and chops square down on the top of my knee. Plus he’s wearing running shoes, so the shock-o-matic heel gets a good grip on my pants. Which yanks my knee forward and down to the floor, while my head stays were it was. Nasty whiplash ensues.
People watching thought my knee had taken the beating, but it was my neck that got wrenched. I’ve had plenty of worse injuries, but none so stoopid – or so hard to describe. 
Take-home lessons:
*Avoid low stances, even when you’re NOT fighting.
*Do more shrugs.
*Kicks are better practiced barefoot.
why was he doing it in shoes? that wrecks the equipment. i dont know of anywhere that lets you kick pads/bags while wearing shoes unless they are specific MA shoes.
I was using the heavy bag in a gym when the Shotokan class came in, I stayed a bit to watch ( and maybe taunt one into a fight) and they began their kihon.
The teacher was strolling back and forth yelling Ichi ! Ni ! San !, etc…
Because of his strolling he misjudged the situation and forgot to tell them to turn around and like a bunch of robots, the whole front row crashed into the wall, with the following rows falling on the guys.
The sight of those gi-clad lemmings…
never underestimate the stupidity of white people in japanese clothing practicing an okinawan art taught by a white man counting in japanese. never.
further tales of assbeatery- was sparring at our city gymagainst this japanese guy. found out the hard way that he is real good at those glaube feitosa up and over “brazilian kicks” (hes an ex-KK guy) by getting bitchsmacked in the face with one. so i put my hands up, focus, come in and get another one right in the kisser. damn. nice bruising on the side of my face the day after. I got him to show me what he was doing but the human body should not be allowed to bend in suh a manner (i know mine sure as hell cant)
Having just quite a karate school and joined a BJJ school, I went to a class that started with a bit of light-kickboxing sparring (the school integrates a bit of kickboxing into their BJJ). Never sparred in my life, and I went against some 40+ year old guy who looked like a hobo. Fucker showed me why my guard sucked by roundhousing me straight in the solar-plexus. Felt great.
I love sparring in “light contact kickboxing” against BJJ-ers. I humiliate the fuckers.
Back when I did TKD at a uni club we had about 100 new guys come in at the start of each academic year.
We where doing sparring and I was up against one of the clubs white belts who hadn’t graded from the year before, a big tall gangly guy who ahd maybe 5 inches height on me. I was fighting right in front of the 100 or so freshers who where sitting down and being amazed by how cool the mighty blue belt (Thats me) was.
I decide to throw a spin hook kick to counter the next roundhouse the white belt throws, it’s no contact sparring so I figure I’ll throw it nice and fast and make sure it is out of range. Unfortunatley as I spin round the white belt has thrown the kick and somehow leant forward so his head is above the foot thats throwing the roundhouse! I realise in slow motion that I’m going to hit him in the neck and manage to pull the kick a bit and raise it so it cracks him in the temple instead.
He promptly drops and is damn near KO’d and I am left standing in front of a 100 pairs of eyes looking at me with a mixture of awe and absoloute horror. My instructor comes over, checks the guy is ok, looks at me, grins and says “Least you know it works”
A cautionary tale of self-ownage. I handed in my thesis yesterday, so obviously I skived off training last night and got thoroughly drunk. I was feeling surprisingly good this evening, so went to my usual kung fu session, planning on not pushing particularly hard, but still training.
hangover+kung fu=vomit. luckily I made it out the fire escape before spewing my guts up.
things I learned today: do not do burpies when hung over.
Had first “real” full-contact sparring session against a guy I have hung out with a few times. Muscley dude, about 50 kilos on me, no MA experience.
I thought I’d pwn this guy, cos of my deadly wing chun skillzzzzzzz…
So it starts, and I soon realise that wing chun has taught me nothing on how to “initiate” the attacks, it only taught me how to theoretically defend against them.
I’m basically throwing nothing but kicks, because all I can do with my hands is chain-punch like a fucking moron. The kicks are working out alright, manage to wreck his balance a few times, he tried to block some and i got him pretty nice on the inside of the legs with the other leg. Threw a non-wing chun style side kick into his ribs and he lent over a bit, I stepped in and got a nice hit to the face and he went down. Sweet, I thought…
But then he realises that I can’t punch for shit, wears the next few kicks, moves around my little chain-punching shit and gets me right in the fucking jaw.
Repeat 3 times.
Third punch knocks me about 5 metres, I keel over and I’m done.
He didnt need to take it to the ground, use his legs, elbows or even his left arm, and I got wrecked. He didn’t even come into close range where my deadly CHISAUUUU skillz would surely of won the fight for me!!!11111111111
So anyway, I looked fucking stupid. But at least I learnt that the past year of my life was a waste of time, so that’s something :toothy10:
Does my last fight count as playing the fool? I think it does.
So you’re searching now? Any idea what you’re looking for yet?
The previous school I was at fucked me over, and charged me for lessons I didn’t turn up to, so I had a fairly hefty fee to pay, so I haven’t joined another school yet. Partly because of the money I had to pay, but more so because the whole realisation experience was so off-putting.
I’d love to just go the MT/BJJ route, but they are so popular right now (for good reason) I don’t want to risk joining a piece of shit school that is just out to cash in on its popularity, and charge me as much as my wing chun school did. I also don’t want to risk joining a school that is going to spar once in a blue moon, and wrap me up in all this protective gear when they do it.
I’m thinking of doing kickboxing for standup. My knowledge on groundfighting and takedown styles is pretty limited, but I definetly want something that includes that or something that would compliment kickboxing.
The end. :happy7:
Where do you live?
Yeah, but did you do any sparring?
I hate to be a nutrider, but… judo, man. Seriously. Judo. The groundfighting teaching is variable, with some schools focusing on plenty of guardwork and more BJJ-style stuff and others fixated on the relatively useless turtle; however, there frequently exist “ne-waza specialists” even in the latter clubs who will give you some useful tips, and you’ll get regular ground sparring. And as for takedowns, it’s just what the doctor ordered.