Outlaw Karate Beats the ‘Stuff’ Out of the Muggers!

Outlaw Karate…Extreme Stuff!

My son was fifteen when he finally asked me to teach him the martial arts. At the time I had twenty years experience. I had lots of arts under my belt, and I actually didn’t know what to teach him. So I came up with something called Outlaw Karate.

hardest punch

Hit Hard, Hit First!

Living in Los Angeles, I decided to teach him karate. The problem was I had a half a dozen systems of that art. So which version should I teach him?

I began to examine each system, and I took from each what I felt were the best techniques. I then selected the kata and self defense techniques which best represented these techniques. Finally, I altered the forms very slightly so that all techniques could be found within them.

I taught him for a year, and it was the hardest class I ever taught. Five other guys joined in, they were always  bruised almost to the point of breaking. To this day, when I see these fellows, there is a look in their eyes like the grin of an eagle.

Now the point of karate is self defense. One hopes never to use what they learn. But, if they have to use it, they’d better win, else…why bother?

One day my son was walking to work. It was a bright, sunny Los Angeles Day. He walked down the sidewalk without a care in the world.

“Hey, man, got some change?” It was a bum, and my son said no and shook his head, and he noted that while the first bum followed him, there was a second bum. The second bum walked around the corner of the building that my son was walking past.

“Hey, man, gimme some money!” The first bum advanced towards my son, who was backing away with his hands up. Suddenly my son felt something flying down on him, and realized that the second bum had circled the building and was jumping off a fence at him!

Spinning, Aaron kicked the second bum in the chin, and the bum flopped on the sidewalk. The other bum grabbed his shoulder and spun him to punch, and Aaron ducked and executed a jointlock to the elbow, then started bouncing the bum’s head between his knee and his elbow. The other bum got up, staggered towards Aaron and punched, and Aaron blocked and knocked the fellow six feet through the air and into a parking meter pole, which pole bent severely.

The fight was over, and Aaron looked around in confusion. Shrugging his shoulders, he continued on to work. The bums were bigger than him and had outweighed him, but his art, the art I had created out of the meanest, nastiest, most functional karate I knew, had worked.

It’s been years since that fight, and I never taught that system again. Since that time I learned more arts, and I have other things that I prefer to teach. Still, that breakthrough art, which I called Outlaw Karate, was really something.

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