As told by Jacare´ - I met Rolls in 1971 when I was training at the famous Carlson Gracie School in Copacabana, Rio, Brazil. He was a young and polite guy wearing a kimono wrapped with a Black Belt. When I asked who he was they said this guy will be champion of the family very soon.
In 1972, I went to live in New York to study languages and stayed for almost three years. One day, out of the blue, Rolls showed up at my apartment on the upper east side. His mother lived a few blocks away and he was there to visit her. We became very good friends. In 1974, I returned to Brazil and started to train with him until June, 1982 when he died in a tragic hang-gliding accident. I had just gotten my Black Belt from him four months before.
Rolls was an innovator and in his classes he taught everything like throws, takedowns, strikes, no gi, wrestling, and variations from positions that I never saw before. His classes were very fun and exciting. The incentive he gave us all to compete I still try to instill in my students today. He was by far the best fighter of his time; intense, cold, fast, technical, unbelievable, and never refused a challenge. With all of that, he was still a true gentleman who traveled the world and spoke three languages.
I owe everything to him. I was part of his first competition team with: Carlos Gracie Jr., Paulo Conde, Nissin, Mauricio Gomes, Ricardo Azoury, and a few others. He was like a father to me. Growing up in a tough neighborhood, he set a good example for me and influenced a whole generation. I think I will never meet a person like him again.
I feel very blessed to have met and learned with him and wherever he is I know in my heart that he keeps an eye on us. To finish, I just want to say thank you, thank you very much Rolls for being my instructor, mentor, and friend. From the bottom of my heart, God bless you.