I've mentioned before here my idea of setting up a comprehensive real fight database. As long as we are going to be so obsessed with inter-personal violence we might as well know what we're talking about. The idea would be to create an online indexed database of fight videos. You know, the Youtube type of crap that you occasionally run across anyway.
But there's no single organized source for this. There are some sites that collect MMA fight videos, but that isn't what I'm talking about here. I'm talking about videos that the site operator (er, me Tabby) has reasonable confidence are probably "real" unstaged cellphone-type vid capture of actual inter-personal violent encounters with intent to harm or kill.
The key thing is the indexing, so people can search by terms like weapons, situation, environment, number of key participants, resolution of incident, and so on. This would be really valuable for martial arts training so that average joes could decide whether what they are learning in their training is statistically relevant or not.
What initiated - Wrist grab initiation? Bear hug? Right looping haymaker? Chest push? And what resolved? Punch? Went to ground? Submission (haha, that shouldn't happen on the street) and son on.
I even bought up the domain www.fightgrub.comto house the database. I could get advertisers and everything. FightGrub means you can "grub around" i.e. search for any kind of fight situation that interests you. Comprehensive profile statistics on the fight collection as a whole would be published on the main page.
Oh well now that I've given away the idea somebody else will steal it and do it I'm sure.
But what they might miss is that the same idea could be applied to text descriptions of "real" fights that meet (meat?) certain criteria. They must be sufficiently detailed, and we must be reasonably confident that they're "true", drawn from actual encounters, non-fiction, not novelistic.
An example would be this scene below, taken from the interesting new book "Tokyo Vice" by an American guy who was a police beat reporter for the Yomiuri biggest newspaper in Japan, for 12 years in Tokyo, the book is Tokyo Vice: An American Reporter on the Police Beat in Japan, by Jake Adelstein.
It's hard to think when you can't breathe. It's even harder to think when you can't breathe because a yakuza bruiser has you pinned against the wall, with one hand around your neck and the other hand punching your ribs and your feet are dangling off the floor... THe eight-fingered, badly tattooed, pock-faced giant bouncer at the door grabbed me and pulled me outside and into the entranceway, where he started beating the shit out of me. I wasn't holding my own very well. In fact, I was thinking that I would probably be dead very soon and that this wasn't how I wanted to check out of the world.
Much as in my early days, I was still a terrible martial artist. Even though I had since studied both karate and aikido, I had not talent for forms or kata or anything at all. The highest compliment my karate teacher ever gave me was "You do everything wrong, your stance is awful, your form is terrible, and your movements are sloppy - but often, because you grasp the underlying principles, what you do ... it works. It baffles me."
I didn't really have much time to think about what wonderful escoterics wrist lock would get my opponent's hands off my neck so I could breathe. It was while I was thinking about breathing that I recalled what my old aikido teacher, who was a cop, had once told me was the most effective aikido move of all. It's effective because even the biggest man in the world can't survive without taking in oxygen.
I stiffened my fingers and jabbed him repeatedly in the little indentation under the larynx as hard as I could, rapid-fire. It was basic atemi. There was a nice tactile sensation of puncturing fleshy tissue, and he fell back. Now I could breathe.
He couldn't breathe; he started gagging and fell to his knees. While he was down there I curled my hands into half shells and smash-clapped them over both of his ears as hard as I could. This is called a happa-ken, or "the rupturing fist". In theory, it's supposed to break a person's eardrums, throw off their balance, induce nausea, and cause him great pain. In practice, it seemed to work.
He moaned and rocked back. I kicked him in the face and then ran out of the place as fast as I could and kept running all the way to Ikebukuro station, where I hopped a cab and told the driver to take me to Roppongi.
What had saved my ribs was a boha vest. An antiknifing vest. If you're going to get killed in Japan, you're more likely to be stabbed to death than shot.