I'm at a bar one night.... just minding my own business... picking on some random guy who has a "State Wrestling Champion" jacket on.
He seems like a nice enough guy, so I go up to him and say "You must think you're pretty tough."
Humbly he replies, "Oh my jacket? Nah, I'm not tough.... some of it was luck." and he starts to chuckle.
I told him how I don't really care for wrestling. But that if I did pursue it I'm sure I could have easily been a state wrestling champion as well.
He says, "Well it takes alot of dedication.... but, i'm sure if you gave it your all you could have done pretty well... who knows, right?"
And I corrected him with, "I know... that's who."
He responds with, "Okay.... I'm not here to argue with you."
I'm getting a bit more drunk... so I asked him if he wanted to learn how to jab.
He says, "here?! Not really. Sorry man.... I'm just here with my girlfriend."
But I don't let him off that easy.
Playfully I get him in a headlock and start giving him a noogie while saying "oooohhh... is the big bad wrestler scared he can't throw a proper jab????"
He pushes me back and says "What's wrong with you!?" and made some plea for me to just leave him alone.
'Sure thing, tough guy' I think to myself as well as say out loud.
He starts whispering something to his girlfriend, he pays the barkeep, and they make their way towards the door.
Now we're outside and he gets all defensive and says, "Stop following me"
Then I reminded him, "But what about that jab I was going to teach you? They don't teach you those things in wrestling, buddy." and lightly push him from behind as he turned away from me.
His girlfriend thought it wise to start speaking up to which I commented, "Keep your mouth shut."
Oddly enough that was what piqued his interest in learning my jab.
So this hot head pushes me in my chest and then has the nerve to tell ME to "calm down and leave".
Now I'm still holding my drink (most of it spilled out when this knucklehead pushed me) so i splash the remainder of it on his coat in hopes of cooling this guy down.
Well off comes his coat and he said I went too far.... he's forming up on me to fight.
I throw what can only be described as a perfect uppercut.... but somehow I miss. Next thing I know this wrestler has me up in the air and then down on the ground.
With his left hand he's pushing my head into the ground and telling his girlfriend to call the police (coward). Then he says, "oh my God you stink like alchohol!"
I fake start screaming and crying that my back is hurt and I can't feel my legs.
This look of concern comes across his face and he starts saying, "okay.... calm down, man. I'm sorry.... we'll get someone to help you."
I can feel his hold on my head loosen and then BAM! I catch him with my right. He goes rolling off of me.
I spring to my feet, put my arms up in the air and start chanting "People's Champ! People's Champ!"
Ironically some people who were watching (I'm guessing friends of his) ran in, tackled me, held me down, kicked me alittle, and wait for the police to come.
I was attacked by some drunk bird who was punching the shit out of my face outside a night club...I basically just got a really high double underhook with an Olympic grip and just held her to the police came.
Thats the beauty of grappling it can be used as a restraint while you communicate with your attacker... in b4 the yanks tell me I would get chainsaw'd doing that around there parts
My incident occurred in 1997:
I was at a baseball game with some buddies when I saw this dude that I went to kindergarten with. His name was Carmine, and when we were kids he used to beat the shit out of me on the daily. Anyways, me and my bros leave the game to go get something to eat. As we leave the drive thru and are passing out food to one another, I catch a glimpse of Carmine and his buddies hanging out at a basketball court.
After a brief discussion, me and my friends pull over and challenge them to a fight. At one point, I am able to take Carmine's back and then transition to full mount. As I am raining down punches upon him, my friends pull me off. The cops had arrived, and my friends wanted to get out of there. We weren't fast enough though, and the cops grabbed me and threw me up against a chain link fence. I slugged one of the cops, and they slammed me face first unto the basketball court. I was booked and released shortly after.
Ultimately, I attempted to represent myself during my trial (I have had some experience with this in the past and had much success), but the judge tossed me in jail. I was later released under the supervision of a University professor who helped me to utilize my arithmetic skills to improve my circumstances.
Anyways, that is my grappling/self-defense story. It really changed my life.
I'm at a bar one night.... just minding my own business... picking on some random guy who has a "State Wrestling Champion" jacket on.
He seems like a nice enough guy, so I go up to him and say "You must think you're pretty tough."
Humbly he replies, "Oh my jacket? Nah, I'm not tough.... some of it was luck." and he starts to chuckle.
I told him how I don't really care for wrestling. But that if I did pursue it I'm sure I could have easily been a state wrestling champion as well.
He says, "Well it takes alot of dedication.... but, i'm sure if you gave it your all you could have done pretty well... who knows, right?"
And I corrected him with, "I know... that's who."
He responds with, "Okay.... I'm not here to argue with you."
I'm getting a bit more drunk... so I asked him if he wanted to learn how to jab.
He says, "here?! Not really. Sorry man.... I'm just here with my girlfriend."
But I don't let him off that easy.
Playfully I get him in a headlock and start giving him a noogie while saying "oooohhh... is the big bad wrestler scared he can't throw a proper jab????"
He pushes me back and says "What's wrong with you!?" and made some plea for me to just leave him alone.
'Sure thing, tough guy' I think to myself as well as say out loud.
He starts whispering something to his girlfriend, he pays the barkeep, and they make their way towards the door.
Now we're outside and he gets all defensive and says, "Stop following me"
Then I reminded him, "But what about that jab I was going to teach you? They don't teach you those things in wrestling, buddy." and lightly push him from behind as he turned away from me.
His girlfriend thought it wise to start speaking up to which I commented, "Keep your mouth shut."
Oddly enough that was what piqued his interest in learning my jab.
So this hot head pushes me in my chest and then has the nerve to tell ME to "calm down and leave".
Now I'm still holding my drink (most of it spilled out when this knucklehead pushed me) so i splash the remainder of it on his coat in hopes of cooling this guy down.
Well off comes his coat and he said I went too far.... he's forming up on me to fight.
I throw what can only be described as a perfect uppercut.... but somehow I miss. Next thing I know this wrestler has me up in the air and then down on the ground.
With his left hand he's pushing my head into the ground and telling his girlfriend to call the police (coward). Then he says, "oh my God you stink like alchohol!"
I fake start screaming and crying that my back is hurt and I can't feel my legs.
This look of concern comes across his face and he starts saying, "okay.... calm down, man. I'm sorry.... we'll get someone to help you."
I can feel his hold on my head loosen and then BAM! I catch him with my right. He goes rolling off of me.
I spring to my feet, put my arms up in the air and start chanting "People's Champ! People's Champ!"
Ironically some people who were watching (I'm guessing friends of his) ran in, tackled me, held me down, kicked me alittle, and wait for the police to come.
Just wondering how many of the grapplers here have had to use their knowledge in a serious situation away from the dojo/gym?
Do you like apples?
I osoto'd someone and ran away when I lived in more "ghetto" surroundings.
I pummel for the double underhooks when I hug my wife. She is not entertained.
That's still one of my favourite stories, I think of it when I drive past Pac n Save.