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Red & Green
As Red Vest’s fingers wrapped tighter around my throat, I was hit by a cellular memory. My first in a while, as clear as stunning HD.
I flashed back into a white-walled dojo full of grey crash mats and ten-year-old kids dressed in black PJs, all the same height as me.
A tiny old Chinese instructor with a long, wispy white beard stood in front of us, dressed in yellow PJs of his own. He had a burly six-footer walk up behind him and put him in a full nelson.
“Larger opponents will often attempt to restrain you first. Perhaps with a grip from behind, or a choke,” the instructor said.
The big dude locked his fingers around the old man’s wrinkly throat.
I expected him to explain some super-complicated, technical escape move involving body weight and balance.
Instead, he s
