Sal and Evan
First of all, Evan, I want you to be sure you know whom you are debating. Sal is at least a godan in traditional Japanese (battlefield) jiujitsu, and is also ranked in BJJ. He's also built like a sumo, and has probably knocked a few folks out in his day. I've been on tour with him (through Germany), and have witnessed a number of his highly entertaining and informative seminars.
That being said...
I too was skeptical when I saw the clip, Sal, and for the same reasons. Evan knows I'm always skeptical, but I try to keep an open mind. There's some stuff the kyusho people do that is the real deal, and some stuff I'm not afraid to challenge. I just try to be quiet for a bit and watch. Evan stays on the bleeding edge - to a fault - but now and then he comes up with something that I don't mind stealing.
KOs are a funny thing. There are
some times when you are fully conscious, but the body betrays you. I've been in a motorcycle accident where someone thought I died or broke my back, and cautioned me to hold still. And me? I thought I was perfectly fine. I did do the right thing when I turned the bike straight into the person trying to merge in my lane, and when I rode the machine down on its side and slid for about 100 feet. But... Here I was trying to read this license number of the person attempting to escape the scene, or at least make sure she saw me in her rear view mirror with my head up reading it. She stopped. Then this guy rushes up and tells me to hold still and not move. And I tell him I'm just fine, thank you. And then... Then I realize I'm lieing down in the middle of the road looking like a truck just ran over me. So I get up. And then... Later on that evening when I got home, I noticed the snaps broken off my helmet. Damn...

But I felt perfectly fine (until I tried to get out of bed the next morning) and did manage to do everything right to save my butt. I walked away from an accident that should have killed me.
Manny Neves and I had a gentleman's agreement to "go at it" on our godan tests. We each got our lumps in, and loved every bit of it. Twice Manny caught me in the neck with straight reverse punches, and my damn feet shot right out from underneath me. It didn't hurt; I just ended up on my butt. I got right back up again, and took it right back to Manny. Strange...
So that's a long way of saying... Maybe.
Give my best to Bobby, Sal!
- Bill