Osaekomi Waza

Pinned, laying on my back, legs and an arm trapped. I doubt to be able to bridge out and pout looking helpless. Stressing to fretless, I pull on the garments to fight the submission. Questioning the origin of my position, my mission is to escape from this grappler’s prison. Like a python, wrapped and caught to be bygone, feeding me lies to fuel my own demise. Releases my arm, I see no harm, until it all turns black.

Snapping back into reality, I see my teammates around me, whilst flat on the mat, coughing to get my life back. Applauding my strangler and sensei in laughter, he yokes me up, says, “chin up, we all catch chokes in judo.”


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