MasterPain

Rules against attacking the spine....

As a Bujin Bugei Jutsu guy, let me say that a mix of styles with a name in Japanese that you've never heard of is very hit and miss. We encourage crosstraining, and I've never been ashamed of my style regardless of where I've been. The fact that they say BJJ blue belt gives them credibility though. If they were dishonest, they'd claim higher rank. As part of a mixed martial art practice a BJJ blue belt shows a good general knowledge of legit grappling that is often ignored. Check out a class. Res ipsa loquitor, or as Sensei8 would say proof is on the floor.

Find a school that trains for self defense with a level of contact appropriate for learning combat sports. The style isn't as important as the training method.

Analyze all you want, he reacted and it worked. Taking a gun away is a risk, having a gun pointed at you is a risk, acting is a risk, inaction is a risk. It worked out well, so jolly good show old chap.

Maybe it'll be less historically inaccurate than the second Hobbit movie.

UFC 1 was trying to simulate an unarmed fight. Now it is trying to be a fair athletic contest. We can't put defense and a gladiator contest in the same category. Unless you want escaping the cage to be counted as a win.......hmmm

I have little experience with handguns, but I think I see the point. It's like people who train unarmed or with blunt and edged weapons for civilian self defense purposes, but think of it like being a ninja, a bodyguard, a samurai, an assassin, or whatever. Save all that for the LARP group or the cosplay convention.

I agree, but you gotta understand that there are people who just want to twirl there nunchucks and call it a spiritual practice.

Very nice.

Well, he offers 2 free introductory classes. If you really want to know more than the website shows, check them out.

GSP has always been a gentleman, and if he is a bit understated in announcing that he's done, it just follows his typical speech patterns. If he doesn't want to say he's done forever, fine. Dana White is like Vince McMahon. He's made the sport huge, he's a smart businessman. But I find him hard to like.

Logically speaking, you do a striking art and don't know takedowns. From this I conclude that you don't have grappling skill. With this in mind, what good does a takedown do? If you want to round out your skill as a general martial artist, find a wrestler or a BJJ guy who wants a little extra mat time to train with. You'll get the takedowns and the ground work that follows putting someone on the ground.

Well, from the knockdown competition- if you can't punch a guy in the face.... jump spin kick him in the face.

So, if I bounce like Tigger when sparring, as long as my Kiai's come out "Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooooooo!", I should be OK right? When Tigger bounces people (or bears or rabbits or whatever), he does so out of a low and rooted but mobile stance. Which is in my opinion very combatively effective.

That's T-I-DoubleG-ER. And the most wonderful thing about tiggers is that he's the only one! Sorry, it's not usually my way to correct spelling, but I'm a Milne fanboy.

Ki is a funny thing. People may or may not believe in it, but when your ki is broken, you know it.

Follow through on a head kick on Bob usually has one of two results, you falling down or Bob falling down. Either one is annoying.

Yeah, definitely glad to be done with it. I've been lucky and cautious enough to have had very few injuries over the years. About the worst was cracked ribs. I'd take that over a toothache any day.

I almost asked for a haircut and leeching, but I'd already shaved my head earlier.

Yeah, by the way, the name comes from a movie called Kung Pow: Enter the Fist.

A couple months ago, I had a piece of a wisdom tooth break off, soon afterward it began to hurt. Being an old bibliophile who has spent untold hours poring over ancient tomes of forgotten knowledge (in this case Chippy Goes To The Dentist http://www.amazon.com/Chippy-goes-Dentist-Happy-Ending/dp/B001B4KKJA ) I knew that dentists are nothing to fear. So I made an appointment to see if I could get it pulled. My dentist ( a short and petite, good-natured lady with an accent I assume she picked up on the Isle of Misfit Toys) took an X-ray and said that it was a wicked 3 rooted abomination that she wouldn't touch with Yukon Jack's pickax and it was infected. So she gave me a prescription for an antibiotic and a referral to an oral surgeon. 3 weeks and a lot of pain later, I went to see if I could get it removed. I freely admit that I am a wimpy mama's boy who is afraid of everything. While Chippy the squirrel taught me not to fear dentists ( get the book for your kids, it's good) I consider oral surgeons to be some sort of white-clad Eldritch horrors. Anyway, I go to the office, fill out the form to say I have no known allergies, I brush religiously and floss agnosticly, and drink moderately. After a while, they call my name and I am lead to a small room and sat in the Recliner of Despair. I am then given the I Won't Sue If You Kill Me Form to sign. The nurse, who I had come to think of as Nyarlathotep (who knew the Crawling Chaos was a pretty little blonde woman?) explained that it was actually a Waiver of Consent to Pull a Tooth Saying I Understood Certain Risks....... "Semantics, semantics." I said. Nyarlathotep was not amused. I signed and then she hooked me up to the machine that goes "Bing!". When I excitedly pointed out that it was the machine that goes "Bing!", she gave me a blank stare. I tried to explain that it goes "Bing!" and is very expensive, but she just looked even more confused. This did little to ease my suspicion that I was dealing with denizens of some dark cyclopean abyss that has not been penetrated by the light and truth of Monty Python and the Meaning of Life. I fully intend to start going door to door asking people if they have a few minutes to talk about John Cleese. So the doctor came in and stabbed my gums and the roof of my mouth with the Stabby Instrument of Doom, looked at the machine that goes "Bing!" and asked if I was nervous. I looked at it and realized that my pulse and blood pressure were unusually high. I told him I was a bit nervous, having never had an adult tooth pulled. He told me to relax and try not to pee my pants like the guy did earlier.... Dr. Nutkins never said such a thing to our old pal Chippy. They then left me for a bit, letting the drug from the Stabby Instrument of Doom take effect before returning with the Grabby Yanky Instrument of Doom. I used the time to calm my nerves using Grossman's tactical breathing method, and had brought my pulse back to normal when they returned. The shined the light down my mouth, messed around in there for a bit, then announced that they were done. I hadn't even known that he pulled it. I was so happy I almost yelled "Ia Ia Cthulu Ftagn" but I was unsure how to pronounce Ftagn, so I settled for "Thanks." They then made a very painful extraction from my bank account. In all seriousness, I've missed a couple months training, a tournament and a seminar due to the fact that it hurt to touch my face. I am happy to be able to train again.

Very nice. Also, I love Enya.

If you want to touch someone in point sparring to score, bouncing around is helpful. If you want to put someone's nose through their occipital bone, you're going to want a firm connection to the ground.

Try expanding your search to include Aikijutsu.