A real world experience of my Judo and Jiu Jitsu

This article is from Travis Woodward, a student at Hidden Valley Mixed Martial Arts, relating a real world experience and how it could have been very different were it not for what he has learned:

How has Judo and Jiu-Jitsu worked for me?

On Saturday night my brother came down from Logan to party. He convinced my other brother to buy him alcohol and Zach began to party at Jared’s apartment. Some time later, after having been cut off from the alcohol and threatening those at the “party” he left in his car. Unfortunately driving drunk is bad and he crashed his car but thankfully no other cars or persons were involved.

Enter the parents!

Yes my parents went to rescue him to, hopefully, avoid a DUI/DWI. When they came upon the scene he was in the back seat asleep with the car on. My father drove his car home and mom drove him home in the van. About 3 blocks away from the house my mom, scared he was going to do something, told him to get out of the car and he said no and that she couldn’t make him. So she decided to just get home.

By the time she drove the additional 3 block he had pasted out in the back. My mom tried to get him out of the car and got knocked in the snow. My father who had just got out of my brother’s car, turned and say mom in the snow and said “What the hell; did he just push you in the snow?” All of the sudden Zach went into a drunken rage and began to go after our father. He tackled our father to the concrete and began hitting and choking him while yelling “You think you can fight me?” Now my father, scared for his life and unable to breath, began to panic.

Thankfully I was inside and couldn’t sleep. I went outside just in time to see my mother get up out of the snow and asked her “Did he just do that?” Ignoring me she dialed 9-1-1 and ran towards the commotion I was hearing. I finished putting on my coat and went to see what was going on and that is when I heard the call. I heard my dad yell “I can’t breath get Travis, get Travis.”

I turned the corner at full speed and saw my brother on top of our father beating him and choking him. I took a flying leap and tackled him off of my dad. Once on the ground I took side control and then I took his arm across his face and rolled him on his side to trap both arms. Zach began to try and weasel out and began to complain he couldn’t breath. I told him to calm down, I put him on his side so he could breath and was not applying any pressure.

Next thing I know he is trying to get up and rolled back onto his back so I took side control. I worked for an Americana and began to make sure he stayed down. He started to sit up and so I slid into Kesa Gatame.

Kesa Gatame was really fun and as I sat there he began to try and hit me with his other arm. Because of the position and angle the punches had no force behind them. He began to try and shuffle around to get out of the pin and couldn’t. He tried to sit up and couldn’t and couldn’t do anything. It was pretty fun. At some point he got his arm out and though I could’ve transited to another pin or something else I went back into side control.

Once in side control the Americana (shoulder lock) was right there again so, tired of this, I went to hurt him. I put on a tight Americana and began to crank on it. At this point my dad, recovered from the fight, grabbed the arm I was working the Americana and forced it to the ground so I took control of the other to keep him down. Zach began to spout fire words and threatened everyone. Tired of this I figured I would put him to sleep while waiting for the police. I put him into a tight cross collar choke just as the police walked up and then handed him off to them.

At a few times throughout the fight I saw him trying to tap and just wanted to make this one point. In real life tapping out doesn’t work so don’t accept it the tap out is reserved for practice and the mat, period.

I am very thankful that I had the knowledge and training in judo and jiu-jitsu because those few minutes of rolling on the ground would’ve gone very differently if I didn’t know what to do. Because I knew I was able to subdue Zach, in his drunken rage, while the police were on the way. The unfortunate part of this whole experience is that Zach broke my father’s back when he tackled him and he had to have surgery to fix it. But if I wasn’t there or didn’t know what to do dad could be dead right now.

Thank you Mike, Steve, Dr. Chen, and everyone else who has taught and trained me at the Hidden Valley Mixed Martial Arts. Without you the outcome of this unfortunate circumstance would be much worse.

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