Originally posted by Ulsteryank
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This is true. Even an untrained athlete has better odds than an untrained person in a one on one scenario, but self-defence can cover that mugging scenario, or tough street kids, crazy people, or in my case when gypsies try to storm your local bar.
I guess while we're at it I'll just share this, so someone can learn from my fuck up. It reminds me of that old Jocko Willink video on martial arts (that was covered on here) before his podcast. In it he said something like, "when will you be attacked, today, tomorrow, three years, how ready can you be?" Well in our academy we start off each class with a self defence technique. There's an A class and a B class during the week, so you get two scenarios each week. Over here a lot of businesses take of two weeks from Christmas holiday, and Friday everyone finishes work for break is called "Black eye Friday" because everyone goes out and celebrates finally being off work, people are out for their Christmas parties, you have the once a year drinkers out because there's a reason why they don't normally drink, etc, so things happen. All month my Professor brought this up, preaching situational awareness. "If I'm having a beer in my house I can relax. It's 'silly season' so if you're out in town look who's around you, getting close to you, crossing the street, yadada." And we move on to the techniques, closing or creating distance to deal with threats, dealing with strikes, not going to the ground, what to do if you're tripped or dragged to the ground, dealing with strikes, not getting hit, getting to your feet, all basic stuff. I've even learnt this elsewhere, and in other martial arts.
Well last Friday, the day after Boxing Day, I was bumrushed by a group of gypos. They've been put out of the four towns leading to this one for violence and anti-social behaviour, and they haven't been around here in years. Apparently they had their caravan parked while they were drinking in the only bar they're allowed to, and heard the alarm on it going off, and decided to go apeshit. I walked out of our door after hearing some shouting and just saw a group charging me.....now before I get into it. I've been in street fights before. I compete in MMA. I've KOd people with my hands and feet(or shin). I'm a BJJ competitor. I'm a 4 striped Purple belt who in my last 3 comps got 2 golds and a bronze, didn't even train for the bronze one, and injured, so even though I train self-defence, I do compete. I have the confidence that if I'm in a street scenario(I have been in the past, including 2 attempted muggings) I can handle myself. The town I live in is a small one where everyone knows everyone. Usually at work I'm throwing out drunk rugby guys who I'm normally friendly with, and we'll have a beer next I see them and laugh about it, so I never feel at threat here. It's a small tight knit community.
Well this was the first time I've been attacked by these odds, a scenario I never thought I'd be in because I'd probably see it coming and either get out of it, or not let it get that far. But no, there's a group of strangers that grew up bareknuckle boxing charging me, and I fucked up what I was taught, and teach. Just gut reaction I doubled legged the first one that went for me. We always teach never to go to the ground, or go passed knee on belly for self defence. Out of habbit(we're currently training for a comp), and went into mount, and that split second where I was about to jump into knee on belly I had a mop shaft broken over me, and start eating steel toed boots to the face and head. After a brief moment of getting river danced on in the turtle, I remembered to cover up and get to my feet. The last place I felt a thud, I knee someone was on one leg and went for a single to both get him off me, and get to my feet, then it just felt like a mosh pit. I was just push kicking, threw a few strikes(have busted knuckled that were sore hitting pads last night with), eating a few back,and pushing until finally a girl(who got punched by one of them) said the cops were coming. One of the scum bags even tried taking a selfie with me before they ran back and high tailed in the caravan.
So I let my guard down. I should've noticed the caravan, and been on guard going outside. There's no way in hell I was going to not get jumped, but If I wouldn't have gone into mount (I'll have to swallow my pride and say that could also have been the mistake of over confidence) I would've been on my feet longer, and wouldn't have ate those shots. When I did create distance, I should've run. While this was going on, no one ran to my aid, they instead shut and locked the doors in fear, and a part of me didn't want to leave anyone else with those animals. Better me than anyone else. The view from the cameras showed 4 of them on me. The girl that got punched said there were more present. Had that mop shaft have been a baseball bat, or if one had a bottle or sharp object, I could be in the hospital right now, or exiting this earth. Luckily I made it out with a nasty shiner, or normal bums and bruises. The next day just felt like an MMA loss, but the phone calls I was getting from people that heard reminded me I'm lucky that's all it was, and this shit is never happening again. One fortunate thing though, is it was me, and even though I slipped in an impossible situation, I'd like to see someone who wasn't taught these concepts try to berimbola their way out of that
I guess while we're at it I'll just share this, so someone can learn from my fuck up. It reminds me of that old Jocko Willink video on martial arts (that was covered on here) before his podcast. In it he said something like, "when will you be attacked, today, tomorrow, three years, how ready can you be?" Well in our academy we start off each class with a self defence technique. There's an A class and a B class during the week, so you get two scenarios each week. Over here a lot of businesses take of two weeks from Christmas holiday, and Friday everyone finishes work for break is called "Black eye Friday" because everyone goes out and celebrates finally being off work, people are out for their Christmas parties, you have the once a year drinkers out because there's a reason why they don't normally drink, etc, so things happen. All month my Professor brought this up, preaching situational awareness. "If I'm having a beer in my house I can relax. It's 'silly season' so if you're out in town look who's around you, getting close to you, crossing the street, yadada." And we move on to the techniques, closing or creating distance to deal with threats, dealing with strikes, not going to the ground, what to do if you're tripped or dragged to the ground, dealing with strikes, not getting hit, getting to your feet, all basic stuff. I've even learnt this elsewhere, and in other martial arts.
Well last Friday, the day after Boxing Day, I was bumrushed by a group of gypos. They've been put out of the four towns leading to this one for violence and anti-social behaviour, and they haven't been around here in years. Apparently they had their caravan parked while they were drinking in the only bar they're allowed to, and heard the alarm on it going off, and decided to go apeshit. I walked out of our door after hearing some shouting and just saw a group charging me.....now before I get into it. I've been in street fights before. I compete in MMA. I've KOd people with my hands and feet(or shin). I'm a BJJ competitor. I'm a 4 striped Purple belt who in my last 3 comps got 2 golds and a bronze, didn't even train for the bronze one, and injured, so even though I train self-defence, I do compete. I have the confidence that if I'm in a street scenario(I have been in the past, including 2 attempted muggings) I can handle myself. The town I live in is a small one where everyone knows everyone. Usually at work I'm throwing out drunk rugby guys who I'm normally friendly with, and we'll have a beer next I see them and laugh about it, so I never feel at threat here. It's a small tight knit community.
Well this was the first time I've been attacked by these odds, a scenario I never thought I'd be in because I'd probably see it coming and either get out of it, or not let it get that far. But no, there's a group of strangers that grew up bareknuckle boxing charging me, and I fucked up what I was taught, and teach. Just gut reaction I doubled legged the first one that went for me. We always teach never to go to the ground, or go passed knee on belly for self defence. Out of habbit(we're currently training for a comp), and went into mount, and that split second where I was about to jump into knee on belly I had a mop shaft broken over me, and start eating steel toed boots to the face and head. After a brief moment of getting river danced on in the turtle, I remembered to cover up and get to my feet. The last place I felt a thud, I knee someone was on one leg and went for a single to both get him off me, and get to my feet, then it just felt like a mosh pit. I was just push kicking, threw a few strikes(have busted knuckled that were sore hitting pads last night with), eating a few back,and pushing until finally a girl(who got punched by one of them) said the cops were coming. One of the scum bags even tried taking a selfie with me before they ran back and high tailed in the caravan.
So I let my guard down. I should've noticed the caravan, and been on guard going outside. There's no way in hell I was going to not get jumped, but If I wouldn't have gone into mount (I'll have to swallow my pride and say that could also have been the mistake of over confidence) I would've been on my feet longer, and wouldn't have ate those shots. When I did create distance, I should've run. While this was going on, no one ran to my aid, they instead shut and locked the doors in fear, and a part of me didn't want to leave anyone else with those animals. Better me than anyone else. The view from the cameras showed 4 of them on me. The girl that got punched said there were more present. Had that mop shaft have been a baseball bat, or if one had a bottle or sharp object, I could be in the hospital right now, or exiting this earth. Luckily I made it out with a nasty shiner, or normal bums and bruises. The next day just felt like an MMA loss, but the phone calls I was getting from people that heard reminded me I'm lucky that's all it was, and this shit is never happening again. One fortunate thing though, is it was me, and even though I slipped in an impossible situation, I'd like to see someone who wasn't taught these concepts try to berimbola their way out of that
Self defense isn't about winning. It's about not losing. Your IQ, teeth, organs, and bones were intact after the altercation. That's all that matters really.
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