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    Chin Na - Tales of Gong Sau and a Review of the System

    Since 2009, I've been studying Shaolin and Tai Chi Chin Na. It started when I got bored at IBJJF Worlds. My partner stayed, I went to Chinatown in search of weaponry. I found a bookstore that sold kung fu DVDs and picked up two, for the intent of mocking them on Bullshido. "Special Art of Throw for Special Soldier" or some nonsense like that sucked. It wasn't bullshido, just rather lame.

    The other DVD, "Taiji Capture" was 100% bullshido. Or so I thought. At face value, the locks were improbable, some impossible. So I watched the tape and decided that I was a bad enough grappler to pull of the "feats of taiji" as they were called in the video. I started with direct attack, unfortunately, crippling my partner. He had pins in his wrist. I dislocated his wrist, then shot the pins up into his joint. I hadn't expected direct attack. It was then that I realized the true power of tai chi.

    Some of the feats were more difficult than others. To accomplish feats that could not be performed (by myself) through direct attack, I came up with a system I call the "Shaolin Shield". In essence, you use the opponents jiujitsu grips as anchors. You don't have to chase a man that is holding on to you. I then reversed the shadows. If you imagine in a form that the opponent could be doing anything, in my case, I locked the joints into position by any means. This was effective. Combined with leg locks, taiji was extremely effective. After a while, my friend grew tired of the attacks. He countered with the same.

    One night, I defeated the academy in its entirety. However, my friend was stuck sweeping the dojo or teaching the class. He felt I'd cheated. One night, around midnight, he made reference to this. I took my championship belt off, hung it on a chain on the ceiling and offered him a shot. Another gong sau. Greenpeace stood as witnesses and ganja filled the air. To defeat me, the challenger had developed a low stance he called "Black Panther". This was designed to isolate and attack the legs. He attacked first by striking me in the face. When I blocked, he transitioned into taiji, before dropping into the leg locking method. I was overwhelmed. My joints were at their limits and he refused to let up. Suddenly, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfo3RT0GhK0. Don't fight a Jamaican to reggae.

    I thought I was going to die. I kept fighting, but once he failed to defeat me to his own theme song, I knew I would win. After about three hours, he made a fatal error, throwing a toe hold with no leg weave. I took his back and choked him until he submitted. Over the next few weeks, I defeated all other challengers becoming the submission grappling "King of the Mat"

    When I arrived in Boston, months later, I sought further knowledge of Chin Na, independently studying Dr. Yang's Tai Chi and Shaolin. Once I had the money, I studied under Brian Muccio. He was interesting. He didn't feel like a fighter or a grappler. Probably isn't. But he damn sure could teach. We studied a few weeks, but I'd been double crossed by both a member of the Gracie clan, and one of our own. I was broke. I returned to the Sifu, this time telling him my true intentions. I wanted to build a hybrid system. And so we did.

    Shaolin and/or Taiji Chin Na is worth studying. Don't let Brazilian Jiujitsu's marketing campaign keep this information from you.

    #2
    What did I just read? Is this real?

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      #3
      Originally posted by ghost55 View Post
      What did I just read? Is this real?
      Dude, you're totally missing out. This isn't a forum. Run a mission. You'll love it.

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        #4
        Originally posted by The Villain View Post
        Dude, you're totally missing out. This isn't a forum. Run a mission. You'll love it.
        I am now somehow more confused.

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          #5
          Originally posted by ghost55 View Post
          I am now somehow more confused.
          That story isn't shit. That's tame in fact. I consider that retirement. Bullshido isn't just a forum.

          https://www.scribd.com/doc/253524435/Mob-Justice

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            #6
            He reversed the shadows. Brilliant.

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              #7
              Ok, that was the most confusingly written story I have read in a long time.
              I get the feeling there is a good story here with an actual point, but I need a translator.

              Shaolin/Taji can be worth training? anyone lurking for more than a few months already knew that.

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                #8
                The air in the top floor of Dan Severn's waste management complex hangs heavy with tobacco smoke and sex miasma. Amidst a gathering of Ukrainian arms dealers, the mustachioed ogre paces up and down his shadowy domain with an embossed King of Denmark cigar jutting from his mouth like a gigantic, golden dick. The pale-faced Eastern Europeans eye their potential customer both with greed and apprehension, as anyone in this room is liable to walk out a millionaire... Or a sodomy victim.

                Dan Severn: It's been obvious to me for a long time now that mankind is on the cusp of of transcending its frail physical shell. If one wanted to create a Frankenstein monster... He really could do it. Six years ago, I planted a seed in Chinatown for just that purpose. That embryo is blossoming, now; he's almost fully developed internally. The next step I need to take is to improve him from WITHOUT, to convert the crude and feeble matter that encases his brain and Chi-organs into an exoskeleton that will actually protect those assets from harm.

                So what do you gentlemen have for me today?

                Like a swarm of bickering rodents, the Ukrainians pull out their suitcases and begin besieging Severn with a myriad of sales pitches and half-baked theoretical ideas. The beefy Greco-Roman champion stoically endures this noise for several moments, not even attempting to differentiate who is saying what while he sucks down his velvety, smooth cigar smoke like an unending stream of semen. Only when the door to his office suddenly springs open does his expression change and everyone fall silent. Entering the room like someone stepping through the gates of Hell is a tall man in a laboratory trench coat, his features hidden by the pervasive darkness that hangs like a mist in Severn's den. The mustachioed muscleman himself signals for all the other parties to step aside as this mysterious figure placidly approaches his desk with a minuscule satchel in hand.

                Dan Servern: My, my... I wasn't expecting to see YOU here. What have you got to show me?

                Before the strange figure can speak, one of the younger arms dealers angrily pipes up and tries to butt his way in front of Severn's desk.

                Young Arms Dealer: Wait a minute! This guy came LATE, why should he be the first one to audition his merchandise? Who is this punk any- GAH!

                Like a viper, the slender mystery-man lashes out and seizes the young agitator by the wrist. Almost instantaneously, fissures in the ignorant youth's flesh begin splitting up across his arm and over his face. The crowd gasps as their young compatriot begins convulsing like a monkey that had just gotten tangled in an electric fence.

                Yevgeni Zolotarev: You should do well to bite your tongue, flippant youth! Lest you want to be felled like the one Douglas Dedge all those years ago... For my name is Yevgeni Zolotarev, and MY TOUCH IS DEATH!!!

                Like a pyramid of rotting meat, the youth's body collapses in on itself and spills to the floor in a hail of offal. The other arms dealers disgustedly step back in an effort to avoid the rancid goo pouring down the carpet like a bucket of fat free peanut butter. Many look so traumatized by what they've just witnessed that they my never speak for years. Zolotarev, meanwhile, simply just wipes himself off and opens up his satchel for Severn to see.

                Yevgeni Zolotarev: Now that I have your undivided attention, Mr. Severn: I, of the Miamoto Clan, present to you a means by which you can actualize your "Frankenstein monster."

                Severn's eyes open wide as the gaunt scientist pulls out a slim vial of viscous, grey liquid.

                Dan Severn: Wait a minute, Zolotarev. I know what THAT is.

                Yevgeni Zolotarev: Yes, I'm sure you're familiar with Underground PitFighting's number one chemical export.

                The Beast nods.

                Dan Severn: Streetroids, a type of PED designed specifically to develop the muscles used for punching. I can't say I understand the purpose of you showing me the chief export of my rival-

                Yevgeni Zolotarev: - Mr. Severn! This is no ordinary vial of Streetroids! I have made a modification... A simple, yet devastating alteration that will make your Frankenstein more dangerous than even you envisioned.

                All it took was a bonding agent to allow the steroid to metabolize in conjunction with Chi already present in an organism's system. With that, your subject will be able to throw-

                The diamond-engraved cigar drops from Severn's lips.

                Dan Severn: ... A Chi Punch.

                The room sits silently for several moments. A self-assured smile has uncurled on Zolotarev's lips, as he knows he has his man.

                Dan Severn: Sold!

                The Beast pulls a comedically large game-show check out from underneath his desk and writes it in Zolotarev's name for twenty million dollars. The mysterious drug peddler doesn't even bother shaking his customer's hand before snagging his cash and rushing off out of the office, leaving his satchel of chi-roids behind for Severn to use as he pleases. The other dealers, still reeling from having witnessed one of their fellow countrymen being disintegrated, wearily begin to walk off as well. Severn, however, prevents them from leaving by activating a wall of battleship steel to come up between them and the exit. When the group of Eastern Europeans turns around, all they see is a blur of flesh before being collectively shoved face-first into the carpet.

                Fin.

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                  #9
                  Dan Severn: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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                    #10
                    Shaolin/Taji can be worth training? anyone lurking for more than a few months already knew that.
                    What the hell happened while I was gone?

                    Everyone knows Kung Fu Does Work?
                    Last edited by The Villain; 3/28/2015 10:02am, .

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                      #11
                      It only works if it's kung fu. Lots of people talk about kung fu and have no fucking idea because to learn real kung fu you need to temper your delusions with the hammer and anvil of truth. This involves serious discomfort and sometimes outright pain.

                      I don't think that's restricted to just kung fu styles either. I think most martial artists (people, generally) are deluded. That's why when they see a competitive KO, they nitpick, theorycraft or just deny, without realizing the purity of what they just saw.

                      Whenever I train with a wrestler (like I did today) I can tell the difference between them, and someone who thinks kung fu, karate, or any other training is everything they ever needed.

                      It's hard to be deluded and dishonest when your FIRST art is so simple, it takes no words and only a feeling to transmit.

                      But on the other hand, wrestlers learn jujutsu because they want to go FARTHER. That's kung fu, in a nutshell. Always having a goal, never sitting in your own smug, misplaced self confidence.
                      Last edited by W. Rabbit; 3/28/2015 12:14pm, .

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                        #12
                        I knew the PitFighters would arrive. I am tumescent.

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                          #13
                          It's also ONLY ninja if it's ninja.

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                            #14
                            Originally posted by The Villain View Post
                            Everyone knows Kung Fu Can Work?
                            Fixed that for ya. <3

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                              #15
                              Originally posted by Eudemic View Post
                              Fixed that for ya. <3
                              You completely missed the joke. A few years back, questions surrounding the efficacy of kung fu started an insane conflict. Sifu Abel, also known as "Kung Fu Does Work" was one of the primary antagonists. He was defeated by Anthony A.

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