Thank you for this. It's a great read.
Thanks Plasma, great read.
But by now you must realize of course that all this competition stuff you are learning is useless on 'the streets' and you need to go back to ninjering to learn the real deadly...
Ok here’s my ninjer story.
I was fortunate to never get caught up in that stuff, but I did have to deal with everyone in my circle getting caught up in it.
But first some background information.
My first 3 years of college i didn't train in any Art except Tai Chi in my junior year for a PE credit. I hung out with a group of friends in and out of the Comic book / Game store called Warlords (most of our group roomed together as a big group or smaller units at one time or another). November 2002 during my 1st senior Year(I switched Majors) I started training in my Art which was a mix of stand up Ground stick and knife, traditional and modern training(white belts train traditional then at the next belt you go from horse stance to a modified boxing stance). It's the perfect art for me and has served me well in a few situations. My friends all liked wrestling(they had yet to discover BJJ) and we started meeting on the mats one friend N had a judo background as a kid and R my roommate had a few months of wrestling(grades dropped so he had to stop) in high School. and RA had a semester of TKD. I usually dominated the meet ups that summer between my 4th and 5th year as I was actively training and training on my own( i had always wanted to take "Karate" as a kid but I was the Oldest of 4 boys and only my dad worked(Air Force) and couldn't afford it, so I trained like a madman.
What comes next is basically MY OWN FAULT.
The Brown belt in my club after training was like hey Charles the showers in the Carr Health Building are being worked on tonight, after class can I shower at your place since I’m meeting all my Coworkers from the Living History Museum at 830 at 15th and Olive, If you want to join me let me know so we can hurry up. I was like sure...and I'm off tonight so why not. We go and eat, and there’s a new coworker there with her husband whom I'll call DR. Brown belt was busy talking to his boss about the new program yadda yadda. DR and I talk and he was like how to you know Brown belt (I'm thinking he's thinking I'm his SO lol) and told him we train together and the bathroom at Carr Health is closed to I let him shower at my place and he asked if I wanted to come etc. Well DR and I are talking and he mentions he trains in Budo Taijitsu. When he mentions what it is about I realize before he even says it, that it is ninjer crap...at this point I know nothing about this site aliveness etc. I got lucky with my art in that we increase aliveness and resistance as you gain more proficiency etc. and it was a perfect blend of what I wanted and needed and what I would learn I later needed. I knew some stuff like Wing Chun and TKD was utter crap etc. But I knew nothing about ninjers...I knew they didn't really exist and was a myth. So I'm listening to him talk with an open mind but in the back I’m thinking...Yeah this doesn't sound all that effective. but he was fun to talk too and I can relate to his passion about it. He and his wife had just moved down from Ohio and his school was there and no ninjer schools near us (thankfully). He needed somebody to train against and asked me if I could help him. I wasn't interested in learning ninjitsu but I was glad to help him out.
We met that Saturday at the park and he shows me his advanced stuff...I was less than impressed. I square up to him boxer style and he’s like what are you doing? He had asked me to throws some punches not to hard not to fast at first and we'd ratchet it up. He was expecting me to throw some telegraphed lung punches kind of crap etc. that afternoon was a joke but I got threw it. When we got done he was asking about when we could meet again. There was no way I was doing that crap again but how could I not offend him. Then I had a regretful moment of inspiration, I said why don’t you start hanging out on campus and get some students. I told him some groups train in Carr health building (US, Yoga, Tai Chi, and Fencing).
Next week my roommate R comes home very excited and says Rob (I go by Charles in my club since everyone is a Robert) I just found somebody who teaches ninjitsu! DR had been doing his ninjering out on the quad of campus. And R stumbled upon him. At that time in my Club there was only 3 students’ including me, he had over 10 then 15 etc A few on my friends join(citing that my club was too hard for them to ever train at). Ninjer craze swept the Campus. It was even featured in a Campus newspaper article. My roommate saw through the crap after a few months but his biggest nutriders started even wearing those tabi shoes to college classes.
DR gets a new student named David Tindell (why named well you’ll see in a minute). David is a wanna be Martial artist with a semi decent boxing game and other stuff learned from DVD’s etc. David is 5’0” tall and a hunchback and an asshole and slowly edging DR out to boot. DR has total control of the ninjer class essentially. I still left them alone in their delusions. Then one Saturday I as the senior student was walking into the dance room at Carr Health with the other 2 student’s in my club I belong to for some Saturday training to get our white belt ready for his purple belt test. We normally train in one of the Racquet ball rooms but we thought no one was in. DR and David were holding a class and we walked in on them. We were wearing street shoes and for the record the dance room (where I did Tai Chi years before, street shoes were fine) and DR yelled for us cause we walked in wearing shoes. Since they were in there we were obviously not going to bother them. I told DR chill shoes are allowed here and I know you either train barefoot or in those ridiculous ninjer shoes, and that we didn’t know they were in here and that we are going to go to our normal spot. David then went to my Chief instructor and exaggerated about how we interrupted their class and was rude he wanted me to apologize etc., but I explained what happened and M and WB the others with me backed me up and Chief dropped the issue in front of DR and David. This cheezed off DR but really pissed off David.
He was constantly spying on our class from the observation deck above. I guess he was thinking he was being ninja stealthy and having the Larpingingess time of his life.
Now I’m going to lead you down a tangent if you will permit me.
My friend Lauren and I started posing as young underage girls on yahoo starting fall 2004 and harassing the men in our town. This puts us as heroes in our circles.
Ok back to the story, I work nights and hang out at Huddle House and the Log Cabin (now long gone). David naturally started showing up there at nights. He always putting me down and making snide remarks. Mind you I couldn’t retaliate; he was 100 lbs and 5 foot tall had a hunch etc. I’d be like kicking somebodies ass in a wheel chair no matter how badly they needed it. So I just ignored it. One night he walks by and tries to stealthily knock over my bottle of Ketchup. Another regular came up to me and said what was up with that, I explained. Then he dropped the biggest bombshell on me in my life (sorry Wife, news that I was having my 1st kid comes in second to this). David was a registered sex offender
http://kspsor.state.ky.us/sor/servlet/SOR?id=3043 . I immediately go home and look him up and print out several copies. And looked up the story…..this guy had a 12 year old girl locked up in his closet….. I go back to the Log Cabin and put one up on the door. I walk up to the table that he and several of his ninjer flunkies are sitting at and drop several copies. I wish cell phones had cameras back then…and that I had one….the look was priceless.
And as it turned out that night while I was at work my partner in crime talked to him on yahoo messenger and screen shot him talking to our 15 year old made up profile, but I would find this out till several days later.
The ninjer club soon loses vast momentum and disappears.
And for some off reason David went back to jail for violation of his parole for having pornographic images on his computer…anonymous tipsters…what can you do.
That’s my ninja story and if you made it to the end I salute you.
TL:DR : Angers a Wanna be ninjer…gets final revenge after exposing he’s on the sex offender registry, club loses momentum.
I am still Bullshido's greatest ninja
Originally Posted by BJMills
This was a great read. I am consider writing my own version but the long and short of it is "Didn't wrestle when I lived in Iowa but did do Tae Kwon Do which was dumb, later found BJJ and Judo. Doing Judo hoping to add striking/Sambo." But I have some dumb stories about the **** I used to believe worked.
All of us have dumb stories about the **** we used to belive worked, especially if you're old enough to come of age in the 80s or before. I wouldn't necessarily say there was more misinformation then than there is now, but at least now there is more readily available good information to negate the bullshit.
In middle and high school I thought Ashida Kim and Stephen Hayes knew their ****, that Ki was super real and nobody had figured it out yet truly.. I practiced "Ninja Cross-Stepping" from the Ashida Kim books and practiced all sorts of moves. I had Secrets of the Ninja dog eared.
Originally Posted by BJMills
In fact, I think I got into an argument with someone on this site when it was McDojo.com about how Combat Ki was a real thing and that everyone's minds were just closed to the truth. I told you all at one point in those days that I dreamed of training in Bujinkan and wearing tabi and learning the stealth secrets of the Ninja, that I was chubby and wanted an art that I could adapt. You guys told me not to and that I was a dumb kid.
I never did, and you were right. I have my visits to McDojo to thank for that.
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I expect there's a lot of that going around for those of us who started training pre-internet. Long after I moved out of my home town, I learned about all the really awesome people I would have loved to have trained with ... if only I'd know the guy who knew the guy. So much easier to find what you want.
Originally Posted by BJMills
(a corollary to this is seeing youtube videos of arts I'd only read about previously, and thinking "well ... that sure didn't live up to the hype")
I am not good at telling stories but this one might be fun. It is about one of the few "street fights" I had. Hope "Chinese Ninjas" are allowed here.
Middle School. Training some Kung Fu. Never had one minute of sparring.
A friend started with me and had to tell everyone that we are training Kung Fu. As you probably know there are always the kinds of people that feel threatened when they find out you train a MA and want to test you.
I was on my way home from school. From far I see that guy from school.
He was much taller than me. Was hanging out with his group, They were kind of the bully type and he was acting as a leader.
At that day, I was going alone so easy potential target. Plus it was in an small alley were not much was going on. Perfect to mess with people.
Was thinking of avoiding it but they would see it and think I am scared of them which would make me a potential future target. Also I didn't want to give in. Not going to change direction because of some idiots.
I fell a bit of an adrenaline rush. I remember my training. Wonder what I would do if I get into a fight. Hope I don't kill them. I would get into trouble if I kill them. Yes I was worried about them. It did not test my Kung Fu yet so did not know how powerful it was.
They saw me and blocked the road. The leader was rambling something about me giving him money for right of passage. Of course I would not. I just walked straight trough them.
The leader tried to imitate kung fu staces, like what you know from the movies. Was challenging me to fight him. I ignored and walked away.
He starts kicking me in the back. I turn around. He launches a front kick at me. I step back with my one foot. He has overcommitment the attack. He slips and lands painfully on his back.
I am not sure what happened and consider if I should use the chance to finish him off. He looks confused and his minions don't look like they want to jump on me. I decide to walk away.
That is how I "won" a street fight.
Later I figured all the painful Kung Fu stance training had paid off. He was on the ground while I was standing so you could count it as a success.
I decide to be more secretive about my MA training to avoid future challenges. It should take many more year before I start doubting the power of my Kung Fu.
Moral of the story: You can win a fight without doing anything when your opponent does not know how to kick.
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