Warriors

My closest friends are warriors of all genders, who do not wear panties of submission, who go out on non-existent limbs, until the limb materializes beneath them, then go on from there. Great and boundless hearts.

Kajutsu in the wrestling ring

I told this happening to James Jay the other morning during our conversation. He suggested I write it up. so here it is.

Returning from my martial art experiences with Tatsuo Shimabuku Sensei on Okinawa, I began teaching karate and jujutsu, which I called kajutsu, in Atlanta (1961). A pretty good following of students developed at several locations. After the trainings hit the local paper (martial arts was new to Georgia at that time), a fight promoter approached me and wanted to book me into a match with a wrestler. I had already had some experience with a golden gloves boxer in which I spear-handed him into the armpit when he jabbed. He stopped jabbing. I said sure.

Luckily, I had a wrestling friend at the gym where I taught and worked out. About a month before the event, he sauntered over, over 6 feet tall and heavily muscled, and said, George, put your best hold on me. I said okay, lay down. That should have been my first clue, that I would have to get any wrestler I was fighting supine on the mat before I made my first big move. Not me. I was a young buck full of piss and vinegar and fresh out of the Marines. 

I put one leg over his throat and the other over his chest while I held his outstretched arm by his wrist in such a manner that I could raise my hips and break his arm at the elbow.

He stood up with me hanging on his outstretched arm and slowly bent his arm with me hanging on it like a helpless nerd. Hahahahaha!!!

He said, George, in order to win you are going to have to kill the guy.

He spoke truth. I contacted the promoter and withdrew.

I relearned what I already knew. If you ever have to use this stuff, escape and run like hell.