Big Dude was crushing me. Completely. I was trying to stay
alive on the bottom, keeping my elbows in tight. Big Dude was forcing his hands
between my elbows and legs. I was holding on tight. Big Dude was crushing my
chin to get a choke. I held firm.
As a little person my strength is my speed and agility, and
well, my tininess. Just a little space, that’s all I needed, to wriggle out of
this mess. This Big Dude in particular is good at closing the gaps. Our rolls
usually end up with me on the bottom of mount trying to fend off his attacks
which are always backed by muscle. This is where I was now.
Suddenly, there was some space. Enough for Shark Girl to
slip out. Quick as I could, I torqued my body and got to my knees. What I saw I
couldn’t believe. It was Big Dude’s back. And he wasn’t moving. Why isn’t he turning toward me? I didn’t
know, but I didn’t have much time. I threw my right arm around his neck. Is his chin really up? Am I really
connecting with his throat? I grabbed my left biceps. Am I getting a choke? There’s
no way. There’s no way. He’s going to throw me off of him. But his chin was
up. It happened too fast. He made a mistake. I had the choke. I knew it. I
could feel it.
So, what was the point in choking? I had it. Most of the time, if I have a sure submission, I just go through the motions and let it go, continue the roll. Plus, choking him could
possibly emasculate him, make him feel bad, drive him to use more muscle the
next time we roll.
I know, in a perfect world, our guy training partners
wouldn’t feel that way. They would be excited for our victories, our triumphs,
our progress. But let’s face it, no matter how much we say, “If a smaller,
weaker, skilled person couldn’t tap out a larger, stronger opponent, then it
wouldn’t be jiu jitsu, it wouldn’t be worth studying, it wouldn’t work,” most guys have a thing against
women tapping them out. I’ve learned this in my time on the mat.
So here Shark Girl was. This was what was going through my
mind. I had the choke. Solid. It was a victory, I knew it. Did he need
to? To choke or not to choke. I pushed my elbows together just a bit to see the
reaction. He was fighting. Hard. I pushed them a little more. Maybe he’ll acknowledge that I’ve got it.
He braced. I pressed my elbows together more closely. He was still resisting. Should I finish it? Or let it go?What should
I do? I’m guessing most guys when they roll don’t have this internal
conversation with themselves. I’m guessing if they have a submission, they
finish it. Maybe I’m wrong. I wouldn’t know. I’m not a guy. But Shark Girl was
thinking fast.
I thought of how often I’ve had to stop reacting to him for
fear it would encourage a muscled response that might injure me. How many times
had I avoided rolls with him because I knew it would wind up with him on my
back with his long legs twined around mine while I bucked and struggled and he used
his muscles to force my chin up to get a choke he didn’t have because my chin was down? How many times had I lain motionless for minutes at a time underneath him
while he tried to break my solid defenses to no avail, yet continued to stay on
top forcing himself, wasting my roll completely because he wouldn’t move from
his dominant, albeit useless, position, and upon realizing this, resorted to
crushing something—anything—of mine to get me to move an arm or a chin?
Oh, I remembered, Chest in. And I tapped that motherfucker
out.
