By Michael Valenti
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July 18, 2025
I have always trained martial arts under small organizations, shying away from the larger, often more prestigious, affiliations because they are usually bogged down with politics and bureaucracy. I like the smaller organizations because they tend to have more personal attention and will help me achieve my specific goals. The major downside of this, however, is that if something happens to that instructor or organization there is often nowhere else to turn. That is exactly what happened to me in Judo. I started Judo officially in 2010 when I took my first Judo class with Phil Porter, a true master of the art. Prior to that, since 2004, I have had a deep interest in the art, studying from books and DVDs and adding aspects of Judo into my Kenpo, Jeet Kune Do, and Kung Fu training. Believe it or not I even used Judo in my Brazilian Jiu-jitsu (if you know you know). Unfortunately, Phil Porter passed away the following year, and I had to move onto a new Judo program. I worked my way up through the ranks and then 2020 happened. In 2020 I received my Nidan (2nd Degree Black Belt) in Judo. We all know what happened in 2020. A big pandemic scared the crap out of all of us, and every business (but especially martial arts schools) suffered because of it. Like everyone else, I locked down and had to spend months on end training martial arts solo. When we all collectively finally came back outside, the world was very different. Arcades I loved had closed down, shopping centers I frequented had been abandoned, and most notably for this story the Judo organization that I had been affiliated with had disappeared. The website was gone, no one would answer the phone. Nothing. I kind of privately shrugged and told myself, “2nd degree black belt is pretty great, I guess my Judo journey stops here.” So, I turned my attention to BJJ and Kung Fu and went on my way. I kept the practice of Judo sharp, but as a solo practice. Then one day in 2024, a few of my students and some folks from my BJJ school started asking me to teach them Judo. I was hesitant because, technically only a Yodan (4th degree black belt) is supposed to run a Judo Club. So, I informed them I was under-ranked to teach them on a formal level, and they universally said, “we don't care, we just want the Judo you use on us.” So, I started teaching. Reports kept coming back from my secret Judo students of how they were implementing what I had been teaching them at their martial arts school and in competition. They boasted about the effectiveness of the techniques and laughed about how their opponents didn’t know how to stop it. Pretty soon, I became painfully aware that this group of secret Judo students really needed an instructor who had the credentials to rank them. The basic path from Nidan to Yodan is as follows. You would hold your Nidan (2nd degree) for three years and then be tested for Sandan (3rd degree). Assuming you passed your Sandan test, you would hold that rank for four years and then be tested for Yodan (4th degree). At that point, you would be at full instructor level and could rank your students to Black Belt. So, I began to reach out to various Judo organizations. I reached out to Freestyle Judo, which was an ancestor organization to the one I was ranked in. I looked into the United States Judo Federation and the similarly named United State Judo Association. Then I recalled working with Phil Porter all those years ago. His original organization, The World Wide Martial Arts Association (WWMAA), was still going strong 10+ years after he had passed away. The long and short of it was, the WWMAA were not just the first, but the only organization that got back to me. They had me send in a comprehensive martial arts resume and photos of all my rank certificates to verify that I was legit. Then through a series of emails and phone calls they built a plan to evaluate my rank and get me on the 4-to-7-year path of achieving my Yodan so that I could rank my secret Judo students. They told me they had a massive three daylong seminar in July that would be held in St. Louis, and they wanted me to attend and teach one of the hours of the seminar to evaluate my knowledge and teaching style. I agreed and started training up, refreshing myself on all the aspects of Judo that I am weakest on. Which is mostly the vocabulary since the whole art is spoken in Japanese. Then they released the schedule for the seminar, and I noted my name was not on it at all. So, I called them up and asked why. Maybe they forgot that I was going to be teaching. The nice lady on the phone explained that after a council concerning the event planning, they decided they wanted me to teach in front of a panel of Master ranked black belts, and after I teach the panel would just “ask me a few questions.” Needless to say, this made me more nervous. Hundreds of questions flooded my brain: “What will they ask?”, “What happens if I don't know the answers!”, and “Their Judo could be very different from mine, what if what I was taught wasn’t up to their standard?” But as far as I was concerned, no matter how much was unknown, this was something I needed to do. I traveled to St. Louis. Luckily, I have a lot of family that lives in St. Louis and more importantly my 15-year-old nephew lives there. He loves martial arts, so I was excited to take him to and train with him at the seminar. My wife Amanda and brother-in-law Alex also came with me. The seminar, like most martial arts seminars, was held in a ball room at a local hotel. With very few exceptions the information that was taught was incredible. They had world class striking coaches, grappling coaches, and they even had a few self defense classes. My nephew loves the sports aspect of martial arts, so we mostly attended the classes that leaned into that. After three grueling days of training from 8 am to 5 pm, I was pulled aside from the crowd and taken into a separate room. There, I stood with my brother-in-law Alex in front of a panel of three 80+ year old Masters of Judo. One of which was so OG that he was actually the teacher of the other old men testing me! Behind me, a small army of 4th and 5th-degree Judoka came flooding in. They settled in, sitting on counters and against walls, with their feet kicked up like a crowd of gangsters ready to witness a beatdown. The door shut behind us. I was a massive bundle of nerves! That whole day I had an upset stomach and felt dizzy. But I just told myself to keep marching forward and keep your cool. I reminded myself that strength is built in discomfort. So, I must be getting strong, because boy was I uncomfortable! As I had mentioned, the original plan was that I would simply give a teaching demonstration for evaluation. However, if you have ever dealt with really old martial arts masters, they always do things their way, regardless of the plans. I introduced myself, told them my martial arts history and then said, “I understand that I am supposed to be giving a teaching demonstration?” With a gruff look of disgust and disappointment the head instructor said, “No. There are a set of standards that must be met for the rank of Sandan. Teaching is one of them, yes, but there is much more that needs to be seen.” What followed was a brutal surprise test that I felt very poorly prepared for. They quizzed me on technique after technique, throw after throw. Even more discouraging was the fact that after every technique I demonstrated (without fail) I was subjected to five to ten minutes of harsh critique. They were merciless. At one point, they even brought in a few senior black belts from the peanut gallery to “show me the correct way” to perform a technique. They had me spar with Alex several times. After every round, they told him to go harder on me. It was humbling, and honestly, I felt like I was failing this ambush of a test. I’m pretty sure I looked calm on the outside, but inside I was crushed! Eventually, they asked me to step out. I collapsed in the hallway just outside the door. I was exhausted, sweaty, dejected, and feeling like I had let myself down. More negative thoughts started running through my mind, “Did I drive all the way here just to fail this test? Am I delusional?” What the fuck was I doing showing up to a massive room of strangers, putting myself out like that, putting my neck on the line only to suffer embarrassment? All of my friends and family knew I was going to take this test, and now I am going to have to walk through that door at home and tell my wife I failed. I was crushed. But I was in too deep now. Then they called me back in. It was time to find out, do I actually deserve to be here or have I lost my mind. I stood once more before the panel. The head instructor looked at me with that same scowl and said very slowly: “Based on your demonstration, we have decided to award you the rank of Sandan (3rd-degree)... backdated four years. And today, we are promoting you to Yodan (4th-degree) in Judo.”. I am man enough to admit it, I totally cried. But like a manly cry, I promise. They went on to explain that my demonstrations were excellent and that my skill far surpassed my current rank in Judo. One of the 4th degree black belts in the crowd came up to me, took off his belt, handed it to me and said “It takes a lot of guts to do what you did. Coming into a room of strangers and putting it all out there like that. I want you to wear my belt for the photos.” His face looked sincere and gruff. He knew what I had just been through. Then he joked “but give it back after the photos.” After I put on the belt, he did a ceremonial hip toss to me. It's an old Judo tradition representing passing from one rank to the other. At the end of the seminar, they lined us all up to hand out certificates and without thinking I stood in my usual spot amongst the 2nd degree black belts. Again, that friendly 4th degree came and gently grabbed me by the hips and pulled me out of line saying “Brother, you’re gonna' have to get used to this!” and he moved me up amongst my fellow Yodans. So that's it, that is one of the craziest martial arts tests of my life. I have ranked in no less than 5 martial arts, but that was the first time I really had to stand there in front of a bunch of strangers and just hope that my best was good enough. Turns out, it was.