Why I Should Have Quit BJJ When I Started
Teaching the Americana shoulder lock from guard — 2011.
What I am about to share with you not exactly a ringing endorsement of the art of Brazilian jiu-jitsu. It is a tale of my early journey into BJJ. If nothing else, it provides a cautionary tale of how important it is to find a good coach/gym to train with. If you cannot, find a different hobby or travel as far as you need to in order to secure good instruction that will keep you training for years to come.
A majority of my injuries in martial arts in the past 20+ years, and all of the most severe ones, have been from Brazilian jiu-jitsu. And yet, I would still recommend the art to anyone — under the right circumstances.
The Beginning
As I started to find truth in mantis boxing after years of training, the UFC was growing more popular than ever. The reality and efficacy of ground fighting and it’s necessity began to seep into my periphery. I would pontificate questions such as -
‘What would I do if someone took me to the ground in a fight?’
‘Would any of my skills, after years of martial arts training, help me?’
After all, someone that is even just incrementally larger than us, has an inherent advantage due to gravity, and the laws of physics. Couple this with a season or two of wrestling in high school/college, or a football tackler, and we have serious deficiencies in our combat capabilities; no matter how good our stand-up fighting is.
When involved in an altercation, once we’re on the ground, which could be from a slip, trip, or fall of our own accord, or after an opponent grabs us for dear life as we throw them to the ground - taking us with them - the game is quickly over if they land on top of us.
I am not the largest guy on the planet, even when I was 70 lbs heavier than I am now. Having the knowledge and technical ability to deal with an opponent in a ground situation was to me, becoming more and more evident, for obvious reasons.
Brazilian jiu-jitsu provides solutions to the problems we face in ground combat, better than any other martial art. Using timing, technique, and those same aforementioned pesky laws of physics, we can turn the laws to our advantage, overcoming larger, stronger, and heavier opponents, if we ever end up on the ground in a self-defense situation.
So, as we said in the Army - I ‘sucked it up and drove on’. Putting my ‘human contact’ issues aside, I undertook a search for a BJJ school to train in. And there the problems began…
ROUND 1
Holly and Joe training the armbar from guard - 2011.
One of my early coaches in the martial arts had some training in BJJ. How much, I never found out, and for good reason.
The two of us were discussing my interests in learning a bit of ground fighting over the phone. He offered a trade — If I would share one of the historical mantis boxing sets I learned while studying with another coach, he would train me in some Brazilian jiu-jitsu.
My first lesson included a few rudimentary tips on what not to do on the ground while in the mount position, followed up with my first introduction to a rear naked choke. We spent and hour or so on the mantis boxing tao lu he wanted, and all seemed fine. We then transitioned to BJJ and started with a mount escape and a guard escape. Everything was extremely rough and had too much strength behind it. I know now that this is a sign of an amateur.
Our next and final phase of the lesson, was introduced by him telling me to stand facing the front of the gym with him behind me. I stood there in a compliant stance excitedly awaiting my lesson in one of the most powerful tools in BJJ - Mata Leon, aka The Lion Killer.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my throat as the man I just entrusted my life to, slammed his forearm into my trachea fast and hard; crushing my larynx. He then proceeded to apply the choke until I tapped (which was rather quick). It took 6 weeks for my esophagus to pop back out, and size months before I could properly swallow again. Thus ended my my first (and last) lesson with him.
ROUND 2
For my next attempt,
I contacted an instructor a few towns away from my gym. One of the closer places offering BJJ. We discussed my background in Mantis Boxing, and I made it clear I knew nothing about ground fighting. Full disclosure. I explained that I was ‘starting over’ in this art, and I would like to put on a white belt and be treated like any other beginner. Nothing to prove and starting from the ground up (no pun intended).
The first class went relatively well. I had a few minor issues, but nothing to stop me from going back for another class. I was committed to doing this after all. Itching to learn. I returned two days later for my second class where I began to recognize some flaws. One such was the partner I had seemed relatively new and could not perform most of the moves. After casually asking how long he had been training in between one of the moves, he replied, “Four years.”
We continued drilling a variety of moves, shared rapidly and in broken English. It seemed like a shotgun blast of material and I wondered to myself how we were supposed to remember all of it. The coach then started the rounds of rolling (BJJ sparring). He had made it clear on my first lesson that I would not be rolling right away, and yet today he turns to me and says — “You will roll with us too.” Not one to shy away from such endeavors, I jumped in thinking things would be fine.
I went from person to person, 5 minute round to 5 minute round, with each person trying to wipe the floor with me. I made it clear this is not what I was there for at the start, and here I was getting attacked full on by everyone in the gym. I wasn’t having it, and I fought back to protect myself and my reputation. Not a single one of them tapped me out, but as you will see shortly — this was not a win.
The coach, seeing that his students of all ranks were having a problem with me, calls me over to roll with him for the final round. This was after 6 rounds. We start rolling and he was better than the others, but he was not tapping me out. This went on and on, and eventually the entire gym stopped their own rolling and came over, formed a circle around us, and began to watch the festivities.
After about roughly 10 minutes of rolling, he was getting no where. Not being my first rodeo I began doing the calculus in my head: one of three things were going to happen — 1) he was going to get frustrated, go faster and harder, and ultimately break something on me to prove himself, or 2) be humiliated in front of his team, and who knows what would happen from there. I was severely outnumbered, or 3) I could give him a freebie and let him save face in front of his team, thereby giving him the win, and getting out of there in one piece. I chose option 3.
I left with a ripped ear, tweaked elbow, broken toe, and my knee out of whack. I never went back. Which turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as said coach went to jail a few years later for sexually assaulting a 14 year old female student.
ROUND 3
Trying to be a smarter monkey, my next experience was born by referral from a coach I knew down south. I came across this MMA/BJJ coach teaching at an associates school halfway across the country. While visiting for a weekend of seminars, I rolled with this skilled grappler for a couple hours. He shut down everything I had, tapped me out several times, but in a controlled way. He obviously knew his craft. He was on staff at this gym and came recommended to me by the owner, who I had known for years and had been training BJJ with a well known coach for about 10 years.
I enjoyed the session and wanted to learn more. This coach was also approachable, and seemed vested in teaching me how to succeed. Like myself, he was also ex-military. We understood one another on a training and practicality level, and shared that bond of brotherhood formed only as soldiers.
At first it seemed a good fit and he was willing to answer questions over the phone. Soon thereafter I flew him across the country to do a weekend of seminars at my gym. The plan being to also get some one on one training in on the side. The seminars went well, and we had some good rolling/training afterwards, until his PTSD kicked in.
He tore my shoulder out. Not once. Not twice. Three times in one hour. With two extreme americana shoulder locks, and a kimura shoulder lock. I barely escaped this encounter without a total shoulder replacement surgery. This day cost me in total tens of thousands of dollars in medical repairs/treatments. A year plus of rehab entailing hundreds of hours of physical therapy and recovery.
Needless to say, I left him behind, and continued searching for another year. I’m sure, if you are still reading this, you are wondering why the hell I would continue on? Good question!!!
ROUND 4
The Gracie family, considered by some to be the founders of the art in it’s more modern form, had a school in Los Angeles. They were running an instructor certification and training program that sounded enticing. I watched some interviews with them and they appeared upstanding individuals with an earnest and sincere approach to teaching BJJ, without breaking everyone that came through the door.
I began looking seriously at their Instructor Training Program. The downside was it was going to cost thousands of dollars, and a great deal of travel.
Additionally, thousands upon thousands of dollars (about $14,000 dollars by my calculations) to get this program underway in my academy - due to affiliation fees, rules, branding, and contractual agreements I will not bore you with here.
Instead, I pulled one of my instructors aside in the school. She was also interested in learning ground self-defense. I purchased some instructional videos and Holly and I started training BJJ basics a few times per week. This continued moving the ball forward, slowly.
With all the challenges I faced in the world of Chinese boxing, I was no stranger to having to teach myself. I was beginning to think this was once again going to be a reality I would have to accept.
ROUND 5
1st class with Dedeco - 8/2011
My contacts across the country came through once more (this time positively). He hooked me up with someone who would go on to become my final BJJ instructor/coach —Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Black Belt under Ricardo Liborio and Ricardo De La Riva — Andre ‘Dedeco’ Almeida.
Dedeco was located south of Boston in Rockland, Massachusetts, a little less than 2 hours drive from me. He came highly recommended, and at the time, his Best Way Jiu-Jitsu was being used to train top UFC fighters. For obvious reasons, I was a bit more gun shy about diving into another bad experience, so I asked Dedeco to meet for coffee first to discuss his approach to training. We met at his favorite coffee shop (Starbucks), and broke the ice, or beans.
Dedeco, as he prefers to be called, was super nice. He seemed like an upstanding person. After listening to my experiences with BJJ thus far, he was appalled. It insulted him that his livelihood and passion since he was 12 years old, was being misrepresented and abused in this way. “This is not way beginners are to be introduced to the art”, and art he had been studying since he was a child in Brazil.
Something he said stuck with me after that first conversation -
“Randy, I am not going to have you ‘roll’ (what we call sparring in BJJ), until I teach you how to roll.”
Well didn’t that make a boat load of sense!!! A principle I followed in my own teachings when starting someone out with striking and kicking in mantis boxing. I wondered what short straw in life I drew to go through all this nonsense in order to find a decent coach?
I started private training with Dedeco shortly thereafter (Aug 2011). Dedeco introduced me to the amazing art of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and the myriad benefits it has to offer. After a couple months we started rolling, with him being extremely patient and allowing me to fail repeatedly, while he maintained composure, and guided me through what to do, and not to do.
Initially I had asked Dedeco if I could/should compete? He calmly replied, “You should really wait a while and get more experience first. White belts can be up to 4 years on average before blue belt, so you could jump in the ring with someone who has been training a long time, but still wears a white belt.”
Soon thereafter he invited me to attend the weekly Team Training on Fridays, where grapplers from all over New England would come down for a 90 minute session of 5 minute rounds with 1 minute rest. I joined in and met a bunch of great people. Most of them were really cool (while still going to school on you), and rarely did I cross hands with an undesirable.
Summer 2012 I registered for the International Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Summer Open in Boston, MA. Entering my first BJJ competition.
Winning Gold at the IBJJF Summer Open 2012
BLUE…ENOUGH
My plan when I started was to simply get to a blue belt level. This was at the time, a significant bench mark for this martial art (it still is depending on the school/coach). Fighters would brazenly step into the cage in UFC fights like a proud peacock donning their blue belt. Unlike other styles of martial arts, that give out black belts like candy, the first belt you get in BJJ (a blue belt), is a monumental achievement in and of itself.
As I trained more and more with Dedeco, and began meeting his other students, and his friends who owned BJJ schools, and their students, I began to witness an amazing family of people that were pushing one another to get better and better, but without injuring one another all of the time.
Left to right - Ricardo Liborio, Randy Brown, Andre ‘Dedeco’ Almeida.
And juxtaposed vs the Traditional Martial Arts World’ I was accustomed too, instead of the stuffy, overly dogmatic experiences I witnessed in other styles of martial arts, what I experienced instead was a relaxed and friendly environment that fostered creativity, freedom of expression, and ingenuity. Embracing the personal expression of an individual’s artform, that we devote years of our lives to.
I later met Dedeco’s teachers (Ricardo Liborio, and Ricardo De La Riva), and witnessed firsthand, the sincerity and kindness in these men. REAL men, who were extremely accomplished fighters, and champions, yet expressed no ego, bravado, or malice. Just humility, and genuine care for the growth of others, and their art.
This was such a powerful experience. It changed my life, and my entire school/approach to martial arts. I mirrored these training approaches in my own mantis boxing program, and my team overall. It had a profound affect, improving my own skills, my team, and above all else, my abilities as a teacher to help others with their art.
The skills inside Brazilain jiu-jitsu are some of the most powerful tools you can ever have in your arsenal. If you train the art with due diligence, it will reward you in spades. After training for a time, if someone is dumb enough to take you to the ground with ill intent - that attacker just stepped into the deep blue waters of the darkest ocean, and you are the shark!
2018 - One of the best moments in my BJJ journey. Receiving my black belt from Dedeco after 7 years of hard work.
That...is why this style is now part and parcel with my mantis boxing inside the halls of my academy, and within my heart.
If you are inspired to learn and embody all that BJJ has to offer, my advice is to take your time and find a coach, and team that are right for you. Do not settle! It is your money, and more importantly your time, and even MORE importantly - your body.
