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I posted this in the war wagon thread, but I'll put it here also:
Last night was incredible. One of the best nights I've ever had. I've been looking forward to this for a long time now, and my hard work paid off. I put my guy away at about 1min50sec of round 1. Ground and Pound TKO victory.
I was really calm the entire night. I felt confident in my training and I knew in my heart that not only did I want this win more thna my opponent, but I put in more work and was better than him. I didn't do much talking other than what was neccesarry, got warmed up, relaxed for a bit and focused on what I had to do and than it was time to go to work.
I heard my intro music come on (Paschendale from Iron Maiden), and it was like a switch went on. I knew it was time to work, and I pushed everything else out of my head. Stepping in the cage, I could hear the crowd yelling, and could hear groups of my supporters, but it was like they were far away. Once I realized that my corner men were also talking to me, I was able to filter everything else but them. I was amazed at how well I was able to tune out distractions and focus.
I haven't seen the video yet, and when I get it, I'll post it here, but here's what happened to the best of my recollection and from what I was told.
We touched gloves, circled a little, and than I threw. I think it was a 1-2-hook and than straight to the single leg. A double would have been nice. Apparently, I was so focused on getting the takedown, that none of my inital punches were close to landing. At any rate, I get ahold of his leg and drove him all the way across the cage at full speed. I actually lost the takedown, because I drove him in to the cage so hard that we bounced off, I lost my forward momentum, and than my grip. We exchanged again, I went for the single again, and he had pretty good balance, because he was able to keep from going down again. We ended up inthe clinch, and he hit my with a hook that woke me up a bit. All I felt was my head getting jarred and a desire to hit him back harder than he hit me. Some knees were exchanged, and I went for another takedown. He went for a guilliotine, and I was able to defend it. I ate a couple of knees, but they weren't very powerful and again I didn't feel them. Adrenaline is awesome. I fought to a better position, and I think this is where some of the adrenaline dump started to wear off. I remember thinking "How the fuck am I this tired when I've only been going a minute? If I'm tired, I know he is worse off" At one point during this clinch I had him in position for a guillotine, but elected to just throw some knees. I did not want to pull guard and go for a guillotine (I never finish them in practice and why give up a good position) so I elected to just throw knees. I never really connected on them. They were accurate and hard, but not hard enough. He had some "natural padding" that prevented me from connecting with anything solid and important.
Somehow, he ended up taking me down and landed in side control, but I immediately got to guard and went for a scissor sweep. That's my money sweep, and he went over like clockwork, putting me in full mount, against the cage, and in my corner. I got my balance and posture, started pushing his head down and unloaded. Apparently I threw some hammer fists although I thought I was ust throwing straight punches down. Than, he had the audacity to hit me from the bottom! That's when it was all over for him. I had thought prior to that I was hitting as hard as I could, but when he hit me, I drilled him 3-4 times SOLID clean on the chin and ear (when he turned his head), and that was it. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, he went limp, and the ref stepped in and pushed me off! He was down for several minutes and wobbly as hell when he finally stood up.
Afterward, I was dealing with the adrenaline wearing off. That's the worst adrenaline dump I've ever had in my life. Not even getting shot at or IEDed produced as drastic an effect. Although I was only inthe cage for a couple of minutes, I was wrecked. Shaky, exhausted, trouble breathing, and slightly nauseous afterward. Once I recovered, I went out and enjoyed the rest of the fights, than went out and had a good time celebrating with my teammates and friends.
It was a good night for us. Of the 5 guys we had fight, 3 were victorious. Two TKOs and a triangle submission all in the first round. Our guys that lost fought hard and never gave up. One was giving as good as he was receiving than got caught in a guillotine. He never stopped fighting it and was choked unconscious. Our other guy that fought had an incredible match. He won the first round definitively. He landed some bombs and many other clean strikes all while outwrestling his opponent who was a collegiate wrestler. Round two was more even, but he ended up going for an armbar, missing it and giving up mount. He made it through the round, but the doctor stopped it between rounds, giving his opponent a TKO victory a 0:00 of the 3rd round. Overall, it was an incredible night, and noone on our team can be disappointed in their performance.
What I learned
1. Adrenaline is crazy. Do more conditioning, and get more ring experience to deal with it.
2. Work on my wrestling. I should have gotten the takedown easily and done better in the clinch.
3. Keep focusing on my standup and integrating it in to my takedown game.
4. Fighting for real is fucking fun!
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