I'm one of several green belts in the class (senior green, to be more specific). Green belt is the level at which people first learn to spar. Unfortunately, green belts don't make contact when they spar either. This is so that students get used to using the moves they've learned in a fighting context without dealing with actual blows. I personally find it frustrating a bit because it's kind of odd trying to block a kick that you know won't hit you, but the practice is understandable.
Anyway, today is the first day that the students had class under their new ranks. The newly initiated yellow belts worked on their form with Mr. Pope while Mrs. Pope joined the higher belts in the back of the gym. To our surprise, she said "Get your gear on. We're going to tournament spar today!"
Essentially, tournament sparring is like this: you're in a 15' x 15' area. You and your opponent bow, get into your free-sparring stances three feet away from each other, and start fighting at the signal of the head official. One round is two minutes. The plus: we can hit each other! The round ends when two minutes are up or one fighter has reached five points. Points are scored by landing blows. A hit to the body is one point, and a hit to the head is two. If a hit is landed with a jump move, it's two and three points, respectively. Any hits to the back or punches to the head is a strike (though kicks to the head are acceptable because the foot has a greater distance to travel). A hit below the belt is two strikes. Three strikes equals a loss for the offender. When a judge sees a hit, a break is called, and the fighters go back to their starting points and prepare to engage again.
So my friend Mike Stoess, another senior green belt, and I were the first to go up. We did a variation in which it was best two out of three. In about fifteen seconds he had me beat 2-0. Doesn't really help that he has longer limbs and greater speed, haha. Several others fought, but one fight that caught my eye was when Mike faced Scott Vest, a black belt, in first to three. Mike ended up winning 3-1, thanks to his longer limbs, in a prolonged engagement that likely exceeded the two minute mark. We wound up facing off again, and I was able to get in a miracle punch to the ribs before class ended (though I was still down 2-1, lol).
Looking forward to this again!