We give them millions of dollars, big shiny prizes and huge drug fueled parties where they get to fuck super models n' shit....
What the fuck else should we do??
So you were full of shit when you first started this thread of discussion (not the forum thread) and nothing needs to be done at all.....right?
This same guy came up to me while we were supporting an event at another instructor's school. A_J! A_J! I just came up with the perfect defense for anything your opponent can do! I worked it out with my top student! Let me show you! The two stood there grinning then he said, give me a fighting stance. I assume my posture. NO! hold both your hands up, like you do when you're fighting! I asked him, after all the times I've beaten you, how can you not know my fighting stance? This is how I fight. Well he got this funny look on his face...
Well, it won't work against that...
You cannot destroy the dreams of a narcissist. He was one of those types that you will probably recognize; he had a ton of trophies won in forms competition. Somehow, in his mind, that translated into I am a superb fighter. He was anything but. I, on the other hand, had about as many forms trophies as he had fighting trophies. Some men walk the walk and others just prance the dance.
I had the same sort of experience at a National Chinese Martial Arts "festival" which was being run by one of my some-times instructors. On a lark, I entered into the open forms and open weapons to kill the time before the fighting. My judging panel included people like Augustine Fong and Bow Mark Sim. I had on my no-nonsense heavyweight uniform (almost Judo sturdy, with my instructors, I never knew when or where one of them was going to grab and do something to me to demonstrate a point to someone else), starched, pressed creased and popping with technique. (I was competing against guys in animal cloths/costumes, pajamas of every color including pink, and people who walked out to compete in street clothes.) By the time I was halfway through Gae Baek, the auditorium had grown silent and most of the competitors, judges and audience were focused on my performance. At its conclusion, I received a standing ovation.
When the results were announced, I had come in second. Sifu Fong approached and with an air of embarrassed sheepishness explained to me that the Chinese valued flow and smoothness over strong technique. Well, I was using kama next performing a Kempo Kobudo routine of the Nagamine school. Well, I was fond of the form and had gotten into the habit of focusing on the moves between the moves and the ever moving circular pattern of the kama themselves. Well, I flowed. I was smooth. I won.
Time for fighting. The high muckety-muck came up to me and informed me that we point fighters were not suited to their full-contact combat (boy did he not know any of my background) and not to be embarrassed if I could not compete at their level. Round one, this guy in white pajamas came at me slap boxing at my arms and shoulders, dancing in and out, acting like some sort of fucking monkey. Before too long, I had him timed and dropped with a picture perfect traditional reverse punch, he turned green, dropped to his knees and vomited. Round one, of course to the monkey dancer because "his hands were more active and his superior footwork." Well, round two featured a lot more fancy work as this guy was doing everything he could think of to stay well outside of what he assumed to be my range. The next thing he knew, he was getting up off the mat having been cleanly clocked with a spinning backfist. Round two to the monkey dancer because I used a wild uncontrolled and "excessively forceful" technique. I asked how the hell can one black belt put his hand upside of another black belt's head without knowing exactly where his technique was directed. No answer.
Well, Sifu Fong came and got me and asked me if I wanted to fight a couple of matches with two other pajama clad dudes for third place. In a bit of pique I just looked at him and told him, it's a Chinese tournament, let the Chinese guys fight for it. As soon as they learned that, they came to me and thanked me. They were going to bow out of the competition if they had to face me.
So much for Chinese full-contact fighters and fighting.
And those without an in-depth knowledge of the topic at hand post pictorial non sequiturs.
