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    Defense Against Four Attackers with Holds on Arms and Legs

    For your enjoyment:

    Picture story of 4 man attack in action with streaming video link at the bottom.

    My favorite caption so far is,"Shifu Harkins delivers Iron palm strike to Ming Men acupuncture point at the place of the spine to cause paralysis and stunning pain
    and loss of ability to use legs".

    http://www.wujidomartialarts.com/totm/

    Please watch the video.

    #2
    Collussion
    n. secret fraudulent agreement. collusive, a.



    Why don't these guys EVER do this with out cooperative students.


    Note, I actuallly witnessed the Aikido master in the Hawaiian Marial Arts Championship back in the late sixties ASK for volunteers from the bb kumite competitors to hold him down, push him and so forth. They ALL jumped up and ran to him, wanting to be the first to make him look like a phony idiot. Five minutes later they were all scratching thier heads as he talked about the roots of a thousand redwoods running out of his feet or something. It really worked and so I KNOW Aikido is the SHIT.
    "Preparing mentally, the most important thing is, if you aren't doing it for the love of it, then don't do it." - Benny Urquidez

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      #3
      Originally posted by patfromlogan
      Note, I actuallly witnessed the Aikido master in the Hawaiian Marial Arts Championship back in the late sixties ASK for volunteers from the bb kumite competitors to hold him down, push him and so forth. They ALL jumped up and ran to him, wanting to be the first to make him look like a phony idiot. Five minutes later they were all scratching thier heads as he talked about the roots of a thousand redwoods running out of his feet or something. It really worked and so I KNOW Aikido is the SHIT.
      That civilisation may not sink,
      Its great battle lost,
      Quiet the dog, tether the pony
      To a distant post;
      Our master Caesar is in the tent
      Where the maps are spread,
      His eyes fixed upon nothing,
      A hand under his head.


      - W.B. Yeats

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        #4

        Speculation. Stick to something you know about.

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          #5
          lol, that does indeed stink of bullshi..do
          You are a total Douchbag. Train more, post nevermore.
          FickleFingerOfFate -08-21-2007 08:59 AM

          just die already.
          Plasma - 08-20-2007 11:45 PM


          Aikidokkkkakkakakakaaaaa
          Best MA website ever!!!!!: http://www.dogjudo.co.uk/

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            #6
            I think that is real. He slaps a guy on the back and he goes unconsious. You can't fake that and it's on video to prove it.

            :wav:

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              #7
              craptastic

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                #8
                Originally posted by BSONE
                Speculation. Stick to something you know about.
                Humour.
                That civilisation may not sink,
                Its great battle lost,
                Quiet the dog, tether the pony
                To a distant post;
                Our master Caesar is in the tent
                Where the maps are spread,
                His eyes fixed upon nothing,
                A hand under his head.


                - W.B. Yeats

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                  #9
                  Originally posted by WingChun Lawyer
                  Humour.
                  Sorry, I've had too much coffee this morning. I think I need a good grumpy to settle me down.

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                    #10
                    Nah, you just need to get laid more.

                    Hint: losing the skirt may help getting laid. With a woman, I mean.

                    Hint 2: Humour again.
                    That civilisation may not sink,
                    Its great battle lost,
                    Quiet the dog, tether the pony
                    To a distant post;
                    Our master Caesar is in the tent
                    Where the maps are spread,
                    His eyes fixed upon nothing,
                    A hand under his head.


                    - W.B. Yeats

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                      #11
                      Originally posted by WingChun Lawyer
                      Nah, you just need to get laid more.

                      Hint: losing the skirt may help getting laid. With a woman, I mean.

                      Hint 2: Humour again.
                      That would be a good morning, getting laid and a good grumpy. Alas I'm married with a four month old son, so both are tough to come by.

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                        #12
                        Originally posted by BSONE
                        That would be a good morning, getting laid and a good grumpy. Alas I'm married with a four month old son, so both are tough to come by.
                        Four month old son? Count yourself lucky if you manage to actually sleep before morning.

                        I managed to dodge the bullet so far, but the rope IS getting tight.
                        That civilisation may not sink,
                        Its great battle lost,
                        Quiet the dog, tether the pony
                        To a distant post;
                        Our master Caesar is in the tent
                        Where the maps are spread,
                        His eyes fixed upon nothing,
                        A hand under his head.


                        - W.B. Yeats

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                          #13
                          Originally posted by WingChun Lawyer
                          Four month old son? Count yourself lucky if you manage to actually sleep before morning.

                          I managed to dodge the bullet so far, but the rope IS getting tight.
                          That noose slipping around your neck is a scarry feeling. I was shitting myself the whole nine months if you know what I mean. But I have to say having him "Jesse" in my life is the single greatest pleasure I have ever known. My wife is doing great as a mom, and I love that boy so much it makes me want to run around and scream all the time. I guess it all makes you so crazy and full of love that you don't even remember life before baby.

                          Best of luck to you, and keep training!

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                            #14
                            Click "More Videos" on the left side, and check out the "contact" sparring. Quite humorous as well.

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                              #15
                              Originally posted by BSONE
                              That noose slipping around your neck is a scarry feeling. I was shitting myself the whole nine months if you know what I mean. But I have to say having him "Jesse" in my life is the single greatest pleasure I have ever known. My wife is doing great as a mom, and I love that boy so much it makes me want to run around and scream all the time. I guess it all makes you so crazy and full of love that you don't even remember life before baby.

                              Best of luck to you, and keep training!
                              Oh, I am not even thinking about that, I was referring to getting married (I have been with my girlfriend for almost three years now).

                              Say, how do you manage to train, work, AND be a father? Methinks you do not get much sleep.
                              That civilisation may not sink,
                              Its great battle lost,
                              Quiet the dog, tether the pony
                              To a distant post;
                              Our master Caesar is in the tent
                              Where the maps are spread,
                              His eyes fixed upon nothing,
                              A hand under his head.


                              - W.B. Yeats

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