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Yeah, well, at least it's an example of what NOT to do.yeah... well at least he didn't kill him![]()
I'm not sure what exactly went wrong here but the instructor definitely wasn't paying attention to EVERYTHING that was happening.
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apologies if this has already been posted previously
In the link by MA-Caver, you can see at about 1:12, his brother's arm drop. Nappy time.
Never had this technique done on me, and don't particularly want it done. We train that as soon as we see an arm desend over our face, to lower our chin and begin a defensive move. NOW!
One of the more effective defenses uses the pressure points between the thumb and index finger of the opponent, as well as the pressure point at the upper end of the ulna. Those are used to remove the arm as you step back and under, and put the opponent in a hammer/wrist lock.
If that doesn't work, one should immediately try a knee-cap kick. This has the advantage if applied correctly, and in time, of causing sufficient pain to cause the opponent to release the choke. Or if not, then raising one leg will usually cause you to begin falling to one side, spreading the impact, as you fall down and begin dreaming. :uhyeah:
I dont see any of that working. Tucking the chin is a good idea, but there are plenty of ways to fix that. Unless you have the neck of a bull, if I'm on your back I'm probably going to get a choke.
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Okay. So, if you have a blow torch and you're talking about actual fire, I'll cede the point.That is certainly possible. If you have me down and are behind, I am at a disadvantage. Even if I am on my feet and more manuverable, I must act quickly and correctly with the pressure points.
However, if your hand and arm are on fire, you are more pliable than you might imagine.
I'd say maybe even a halfway competent grappler, depending on your overall level of competence and mindset...:lol:In the interest of avoiding a completely theoretical, what if discussion, I will try to be very explicit. If you have a competent grappler on your back, you are in deep doodoo. And if you're standing and you have a competent grappler to your side or back who is controlling your collar, arm or leg, you are also in deep doodoo and are very likely going to be on the ground pretty soon.
Okay. So, if you have a blow torch and you're talking about actual fire, I'll cede the point.
But, if you're talking about using pressure points on my hand or arm, I am very confident that there is no place you can jab, poke, pry or bend anything on my arm that hasn't been tried literally thousands of times by hundreds of different people.
In the interest of avoiding a completely theoretical, what if discussion, I will try to be very explicit. If you have a competent grappler on your back, you are in deep doodoo. And if you're standing and you have a competent grappler to your side or back who is controlling your collar, arm or leg, you are also in deep doodoo and are very likely going to be on the ground pretty soon.
Problem with the video in the OP is that it's not grappling it's a demo so the guy playing uke isn't resisting. Best defence? Not letting your opponent get it on in the first place, it's one of the very few moves that I as a weaker female can confidently put on a strong man and know that it will work well.
Sure. But I gotta tell you, Steve's right about not relying on pressure points and pain compliance in a real situation. The effects of adrenaline are quite a major factor, and really do remove the pain of such tactics in reality. The way they feel in training, in the dojo, and in mucking around with friends is very different to the way they feel in an actual high adrenaline situation.
Ellis Amdur said:I honestly don't recall the story you mean. I do have one other kyusho story though. I had a very close friend who ws a judoka. A very sturdy man - five feet, eight inches, and one hundred eighty pounds - all muscle. We were drinking a few beers at his house, and I decided to f** with him (he was my friend, after all) and try something out at the same time. (Actually, we'd had quite a few beers.) I turned to him and said, "You know, thanks to my studies in koryu, judo appears to me to be mere kid's stuff, easily defeated."
Y - "You shouldn't kid around like that, Ellis."
E - "No, I mean it. I'm now completely invulnerable to being choked out."
Y - "You may think that's funny, but you shouldn't say things like that! Some people could take it seriously and get pissed off."
E -"Oh, you don't think I'm serious then. Go ahead and try to choke me, then." My friend had a hot temper, so we were good to go. To make it even easier for him, I put on my kiekko gi top, lay on my back, and he put on a cross-collar choke. "Go ahead," I said. "Sorry to hurt your feelings like this, but you should know the deficiencies of what you were studying all these years."
He cinched on the choke and just as it was tightening, I took my knuckles and simultaneously pressed with all my might at the bottom of his floating ribs. (Note: The man was an expert, doing what he did best. He was relaxed. And drunk. Relaxed even more.) He shot completely over my head, and I shrugged his hands off my collar.
The man was devastated. He sat there with his head in his hands, saying, "I don't believe it. You've destroyed my life. So this is kyushojutsu! My judo is nothing." (We were very drunk, actually).
I had another beer, and had mercy on him. And I wanted to see if what my teacher (mentioned in the last post) was telling me the truth about kyusho and tsubo. I said, "Wanna try again."
"What would be the point?" he said. He was really hurting. If this had been a couple hundred of years ago, he would have had to give me his dojo. I would have let him sleep in the back yard with the maid. . . .wait a minute. That's not so bad! Anyway, to continue.
E- "O.K. Listen. Listen to me, brother! This is important! Imagine you don't know me. You know that statue of your father downstairs? You don't know me and I came into your house and broke it. Your dead dad's statue in pieces all over the floor. Then I laughed at your mother when she saw it and began crying. Then I molested your sister! I did! Imagining all that? Good. Now, c'mon. Choke me now. Choke me now!" Remember the old Mickey Mouse cartoons, where there is a bull in a field, and he turns color and smoke comes out of his nose and ears. Y was sort of like that - anyway, something was coming out of his nose at that point - and he got the "mount" and cinched on the choke. HARD. I used my knuckles again. It was like pushing into corregated steel. I started to go out, and I thought, "What the f***. Let's take it all the way." I spread my arms wide, and hit him with my knuckles right in the floating rib points as hard as I possible could. Once. Twice.
Fade to black. When I awoke, Y was pouring himself a beer with a relieved look on his face. "Thanks, Ellis. I was worried there for a second."
E - "Was I out a long time?"
Y - "Oh, no, not that. I mean, I was worried about my judo."