I
just thought of my first Black Belt
kumite contest at the Tamaqua Coal Kick-In in 1980. My fight was against Sam
Shockley from Lancaster Pa.
We
were not friends, just acquaintances at Pa. and Md. Tournaments back in
1980-1984. But I have several very
interesting stories about him. And I can find no reference to him on the
internet nor any photos of him.
I
want to keep him alive in my memory and this allows me to do so.
Now
kumite was a very serious part of my training as a brown belt with Charles
Murray, when I was a brown belt. Charles was unustually gifted at kumite and I
recall class after class when he worked me over and I was unable to touch him.
Then I went up for my Black Belt exam/initiation and passed. Then within a few
months I was training myself, and teaching youth at the Scranton Boys Club.
I
realized that with no one training me I was at a handicap and that was why I
originally started visiting other local school to have someone to fight. But
what I found was that almost none of them had kumite, when I visited. The only
exception was one school I visited whenever possible.
Then
I entered my first Kumite match at the Tamaqua Coal Kick-In in 1980. I knew I
was handicapped without someone guiding me, but I did it anyway.
My first black belt fight was against Sam Shockley, then 10th heavyweight
in the PKA. Now San would fight
non-contact, semi-pro and full contact, I am sure just to fight.
Friends told me I was shaking like a leaf as I entered the ring, I was
remembering he had once ko’d one of my senior instructors (a solid fighter), by
mistake giving my senior the fight. Of course Sam whooped me, politely, as I
was no threat. He was a gentleman. And surviving that
I learned more about how to be a dan.
A more detailed
account of that fight can be found at - https://isshin-concentration.blogspot.com/search?q=Sam+shockley
What
I found over the next several years was I was spending money to fight with
those about my size and averaging a decade younger that I, paying to let them
pound me. Not that I could not fight, just I was not fighting smart.
One
example was when I was fighting a young man down at Dillman’s tournament, where
I nailed him in the abs with a punch, but he got the score with a backfist to
my head. Both our strikes were at the same time, but his strike over top of
mine was the one the judges saw. Yet in the locker room he explained to me that
he was still feeling my strike.
So
I for the most part stopped competing in kumite, concentrating in kata and
kobudo.
But
back to Sam.
About
1939, a friend who had gone with his friend who created a new school that was
going into full contact, was convinced by his ‘instructor’ that he should enter
the black belt semi-pro division at the upcoming Dillman tournament. IMO I did
not see he was qualified, but I was not training with them and they were not
soliciting my opinion.
My
friend drew Sam Shockley. He really was not qualified for the fight. Sam taught
him a painful lesson. Nothing serious but solid enough to make
his think a long time before he would do so again.
As I
said Sam was a gentleman.
The
next years Sam first fought in a non-contact division down at Dillman’s
tournament for a warm up, then he fought in a semi-pro division.
He
drew a young fighter from Philadelphia, and the fight went back and forth. Then
the Philadelphia fighter nailed Sam in the groin with a very solid front kick.
(I
would like to point out groin kicks were not permitted in thisdivision.)
Sam
felt it and immediately began walking around the giant fieldhouse to walk it
off. None of the judges stopped him. When he returned to the ring the judges
allowed the competition to begin again. Very quickly Sam politely ended the
match with him victorious.
Then
when the semi-pro division was called Sam again found he was paired with the
same young man.
The
fight began and Sam fought cleanly only to have the young man again nail him
again in the groin. Again the fight
stopped and again Sam began walking around the field house to shake it off.
Again not a judge uttered a word to same.
When
Sam finished the walk, again he faced his opponent in the ring.
Sam
nailed him in the abdomen with a very powerful front kick. Really extending I out.
I watched as the young man folded over Sam’s leg, literally folded in half,
Then
Sam retracted his leg and his opponent fell to the floor, screaming with the
fall.
I
thought Sam must have broken him in half, and those screams were a result of
that kick.
But
as the screams continued for a while I realized that young man was screaming to
attempt to end the pain.
Eventually
the screams stopped and he got up.
The
fight continued but he had nothing left.
Sam finished him
easily.
I
believe that was the last time I saw Sam fight.
He
certainly left me with memories of a gentleman.
Sam
Shockley.