One of the common reasons deterring people from learning this amazing, life changing art, is contact. Like some of you, I have an issue with personal space. The idea of getting on the ground and ‘rolling’ around with someone had never appealed to me primarily for this reason. I even wrote an article about it, to share how I relate to those who are looking at the art, but find the level of contact to be a barrier to entry.

What I am about to share with you not exactly a ringing endorsement of the art of Brazilian jiu-jitsu. It a tale of my ealry 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.

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

One of my early coaches in the martial arts had some training in BJJ. How much, I never found out. We were discussing my interests in learning a bit of ground fighting and he offered a trade. I would share one of the historical mantis boxing sets I learned while studying with another coach, and he would train me in Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

My first lesson included a few rudimentary tips on what not to do on the ground while in the mount position. This was followed up by my first introduction to a rear naked choke.

I stood there in a compliant stance excitedly awaiting my lesson in one of the most powerful tools in BJJ - aka The Lion Killer. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my throat as the man I just entrusted with my life, put the choke on fast and hard; crushing my larynx. It took 6 weeks for my esophagus to pop back out. Thus ended my my first (and last) lesson with him.

ROUND 2

For my next attempt, I contacted an instructor a few towns away. We discussed my background, and I made it clear I knew nothing about ground fighting. I was starting over in this art and I would like to put on a white belt and be treated like any other beginner. 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. I left with a ripped ear, tweaked elbow, broken toe, and my knee out of whack. The instructor somehow deemed it acceptable in my first week, to throw me into a 40 minute ‘rolling’ (sparring) session with people who had been training for years. Seems as though there was a plan to try and wipe the floor with me.

Finding myself incapable of just giving up, I fought back…hard. It cost me, but ultimately it cost that instructor too - I never went back.

This turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Said coach went to jail years later for assaulting a 14 year old female student.

ROUND 3

Trying to be smarter, my next experience was born by referral. I came across an MMA/BJJ coach teaching at an associates of mines school, halfway across the country. I was visiting for a weekend of seminars. In between I rolled with this skilled grappler for a couple hours. He shut down everything I had. He obviously knew his craft.

He was also approachable and seemed vested in teaching me how to succeed. I enjoyed it and wanted to learn more. Additionally, he was also ex-military like myself, so we understood one another on a training and practicality level.

At first it was a good fit. I flew him across the country to do a weekend of seminars at my gym, and get some one on one training in on the side. All went well with the seminars, 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 thousands of dollars in medical repairs/treatments, A year plus of treatment entailing hundreds of hours of physical therapy and recovery. Needless to say, I left him behind, and continued searching. I’m sure, if you are still reading this, you are wondering why the hell I would continue on? Good question.

Stubborn. To a fault.

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

My contacts across the country came through once more (this time positively), and hooked me up with someone who would go on to become my final BJJ instructor/coach.

Andre ‘Dedeco’ Almeida 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 to meet him for coffee first so we could 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 was being misrepresented. This was not way beginners were to be introduced to the 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), He introduced me to what I would come to appreciate as the amazing art of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and the myriad benefits it has to offer.

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 donning a blue belt, like a proud peacock. 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 - Dedeco, myself, Ricardo Liborio

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.

One of the best moments in my BJJ journey. Receiving my black belt.

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!

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.

Randy Brown
BJJ Black Belt

A Dark Start: My Disasterous Beginning Into Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu