Apart from whats mentioned above, does anyone else do any "stress" training. Well, as much as you can do stress training I mean as it's in a safe environment.
It reminds me of Alan Gibsons videos (for the UK guys among you) when he does multiple attacker in outside areas near his training rooms.
Back in the day as part of our "grey sash" grading, which was considered our step to senior practitioner we had to do bulldog.
In mine there 8-10 of us grading...8 guys at one end of the room and you at the other, you have to get past them and touch the wall behind them. No one ever touched the wall.
It showed your spirit in trying, we all took it very seriously and we knew each other very well as we trained hard together most days.....I had light gloves on and took lots of shots. We were told to keep it chun as long as we could. Usually lasted about 5 seconds until we were totally overwhelmed.
There were always black eyes and fat lips after.
It may not be your idea of Wing Chun but it was a once in a lifetime thing as it was grey sash grading only, we were also not allowed to tell any lower grades so they could get ready for it.
I actually enjoyed it, and it was bloody stressful at the time, and yep my chun lasted a few seconds and I was on the deck.
I reckon a couple of big buggers coming at you with gloves and headguards on will always get your stress level up, especially if you sifu is nearby watching your response!
I have done various types of Adrenal Stress type drills over the years similar to the one you have described Bully , but they aren't ones that really stick in my memory.
The ones I remember the most are the times when our senior Instructor would Chi Sau spar a whole class of us Junior Instructors one after the other.
As you were training and waiting for your turn you would be hearing the other guy getting the absolute **** kicked out of him .
When he called your name you knew you were about to cop a beating , but there was no malice in it , he was just trying to push people out of their comfort zone and bring out the best in them.
You would be taken to the point of exhaustion and learn to endure pain , the timid would learn to become brave , the aggressive learned to keep their emotions in check.
This fifty something man with a bit of a gut had forearms like iron bars and he was tough real tough , he would spar a class of 30 Si hings one after the other with no break.
We'd be standing there drenched in sweat and sometimes he'd be sparring you with one arm , you learned to take hits to the head without flinching , because If you turned your head at all away from the strike you would get a palm strike in the lug hole from the other side.
The worst ones were the side palm strikes to the rib cage , you would end up with actual red hand prints on your rib cage for a few days , those bastards hurt more than getting hit in the face.
At least you would sometimes see the ones coming for your face , you didn't manage to stop many of them , but at least you could see where they were coming from.
The low side palms would sneak under your arm if he saw that your ribs were exposed , and they would land in exactly the same spot time and time again , even as I'm writing this I can still feel the sting of those palm strikes.
One time I did manage to get through his guard though , I was taking a bit of a beating and several students were watching , so from somewhere I found a bit more speed and cracked him right in the cheek bone.
I thought I was about to die as I awaited the flurry from this human threshing machine , but he just smiled and said in his Kiwi accent " Good Hut".
I think those sessions tended to induce more fear and apprehension in me than the other types , but in a different way because I knew exactly what was ahead of me.