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I have had alot of sparing matches and won many of them , but my recent amature debute was quite an ordeal, and although I lost, it was an amazing learning experience! Here's the story, blow by blow.. enjoy!

OK..this is the true story of my recent Kickboxing match. Here's how it went:
In June this year I was set up to fight in a match that was scheduled for Sept 27th. Which meant I had almost 4 months to train.
I'm a black belt in Taekwondo and have been training in Competitive MuayThai kickboxing (oriental rules..no knees or elbows).
So I started training hard, running up mts, sparring and doing cardio for hours every week while continuing my TKD too. But at the end of July I broke two ribs while sparing,(a guy hook kicked me with a heel in the back of my ribs) The Dr thought it would probably be impossible to fight since it would give the ribs only barely 8 weeks to heal. But I continued to train, I ran as soon as I could, and worked the heavy bag, and the last two weeks before my fight, I sparred but with no body contact to me. My trainer told me a week b4 the fight, that unless I could get my aggression back, he would have to pull the fight. But I wasn't about to give up yet! So I got real mean and just started destroying my opponents.all guys, cause none of the girls can spar me w/out getting hurt. So, my trainer let me keep the fight date.
So, although I could still feel alot of pain, I decided to fight. The Dr said not to do it if there was any pain left!

Sat the 27th. I didn't eat the 26th or drink the 27th so I could make weight. I had to lose 13#s(over the past 3 months) to get into the right division to fight my opponent. So upon arriving at the fight venue ( a three hour drive from my house) I had to strip and weigh in in front of all the guy fighters..that was ok, cause I was in premium good shape! lol... I made weight..@ 133#. I got my first sighting of my opponent. She was 6' tall and slim as a rail. No hips, no boobs, huge shoulders, long arms.She coulda fought at 170# if she so felt like it cause her frame was THAT big. (gulp) We stared at each other, as fighters do.. to try and psych each other out..

The weigh-in was at noon and the fight not till 7PM, so there was alot of time to kill. But B4 we could go eat etc, We had to have Dr exam to make sure we were ok to fight. I was 2nd in line so that went quick. Checked heart, blood pressure, eyes and balance. Then it was off to eat.. My stomach was so shrunken I couldn't eat much, but I had two crispy chicken tacos at Chilis! My husband was getting nervous for me..he said He didn't like how huge our height dif was.(8" dif!) I told him not to worry...

At 4:30 we were expected to go back to the fight place and get changed and have our hands taped etc. It takes about 40 min to get hands taped. The waiting actually went fast but I was full of nervous energy. My fight was going to be 8th! It was nearly the headliner cause everyone loves a girl fight! That meant I probably wouldn't be fighting till around 8:30 PM. I watched as the television cameras were set up.It felt cool walking around in my Muay Thai shorts, black Under armor top and my taped hands.. everyone was wishing me luck, telling me they thought Id win, etc.

Then, it was 7 PM.. the few hundred seats started filling up,the ring was lit up... People had payed $100 for VIP seats and $50.00 for general admit.The fight was called "Rumble in the Desert" I felt as though I had better put on a show! I watched fight after fight. There were 4 of us from my fight club... The first guy lost in a grappling match, our second guy lost in a grappling match, our third guy WON in his kickboxing match. It was almost my fight! Time to go backstage and warm up... I felt out of sorts (I think waiting so long took its toll) and as I was punching the focus paddles, the bandages on my hands cut in to between my fingers.. coach had to get scissors and cut the tape out where it had cut into me. It hurt really bad and was distracting.
Next I heard the announcer call our match, and my coach put on my headgear and popped my mouth guard in. I walked down the isle towards the ring with people yelling and screaming and cheering me on. I climbed into the ring. It felt good, my trainer put on my gloves and taped them. The ref called me and the girl to the center and doled out the rules. Then, we touched gloves and went to our corners..

The BELL! We moved towards each other. I was watching her feet ready for a head kick,(they told me to watch her for that..) but instead she dashed forward and caught me with an amazingly hard combo jab -cross- hook. I felt my nose break with the cross...everything went dark with the hook..it felt like I was unconscious on my feet, but I drove in punching, connected with a measuring jab, but she was tall and hard to reach, my cross hit her hard and backed her up hard, then I felt a crushing Muay Thai kick to my left side, and an immediate even harder kick to my R.side.. the broken rib side! When they didn't break again, I responded with a hard Muay Thai kick with my right leg into her ribs. The crowd went wild! I could hear them screaming and yelling for me! I felt the air go lout of her! I had definitely hurt her...then I felt my nose begin to gush blood.. it distracted me for a moment, enough for her to come back on me with a barrage of punches to my head. Some how the ref stopped us because my glove tape was hanging and we had to go to corners while the end got snipped. Then, as I recall (its hazy here) I backed her up with a series of punches towards a corner... but there was blood everywhere.. It was raining down on the mat and me and it was in my eyes..next thing I knew the fight was turned around again and she had me on the ropes. I couldn't reach her to back her out, her reach was far beyond mine, so she was punching my head again.. it sounded like thunder. Then the 10 sec bell..I knew if I could hold out for a 10 more seconds, my trainer could stop up my nose.She was tired, punched out.I could hear her gasping for breath. I could turn the fight in the next round.......and the ref stopped it!! Too much blood, too many head shots.. I was mad. I went to my corner, and was toweled off.had to go to center ring and get the traditional photo of champs arm up...my arm down.
Ya so I lost. But at least I did it, and I will take a fight again next year.(but Ill make sure my opponent is SHORT and doughy!LOL) When the fights were done, my opponent was very nice to me, told me how scared she had been of me, and that she had been training 6 hours a day for this fight! Ha... I laughed..I was training 10 hrs a WEEK! Then we all went out to dinner at Olive Garden even though my face looked like I got run over by a truck.My husband hated it.. he doesn't want me to take more fights...but I think he knows me well enough by now!! (LONG ENOUGH STORY??)
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Posted 10/28/08
very long,and nice story!!!
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Posted 10/29/08 , edited 10/29/08
Alot of my stories are real personal but I'll give it a try..

I was with my friends hanging out in school.. playing hackysack.. and we get into it alot.. sometimes freshmen or any other student would joke around with us, and we would give them a chance to roll with us.. Well.. this one shrimpy little kid.. about 5 feet..took the hack and rn with his friends, and I got so angry but wanted to keep it inside.. so I let it subside, and have like a security or someone else help us get it.. plus the girl that I liked was there and I didn't want to make a bad impression.. but that kid wouldn't give it to us.. so I walked at him, frustrated and screamed, "give me it!! that's ours what's wrong with you. it's our property" and he got so wrecked that he gave it to us.. but then it got snatched by this bigger guy tall, wide, and chunky.. with a mean attitude.. on op of that he was with his friends.. So I think I had someone with me to get it because at times people don't take us seriously..
but he put his hands up joking around with us.. like we werren't forreal.. and i was trying to handle my anger.. so he tried to grab me.. so I traped him.. without even knowing and put him on a citizen's arrest lock.. until .. a security came.. and sided with us.. I was so scared his friends were gonna jump us.. but the adrenaline..really help with the control..

Another story was when I was about to graduate.. and asked this girl to the prom at 12:30 am.. I thought we had a connection but sadly. She finally said yes..and I wanted to walk around.. so at twelve.. I put on a vest.. and shorts, and sneakers.. and walked around ay southbroadway.. now my place is pretty tough, especially with gangs, and some users, and crazy guys, or girls.. but there's a sort of street treaty..that calmed everything down..well..almost..

So I walked not to far but far enough from my house up to the shopping area.. when I passed through a bar..coulda went there but I didn't.. but after I passed the bar..I saw a figure or two .. from the other side look at my direction, and I had made eye contact so I started to walk back .. looking back but I was so happy so in bliss that I didn't care that I was almost dancing around at 12:30 am in the morning.. Closer to my house, those same figures get nearer to me, and I have just walked passed my uncle's apartment building.. and streetlights were on body.. I was still chipper.. and people were outside the benches..

Then as a pass by my neighboorhood church.. one grabs me..he has a white t-shirt xxxL.. and long hair..saying ,"give me your money" and I reply .." nah aint got nothing for ya" then I walk closer to my house.. passed the church.. and he's still there .. and does it again.. " So I give him a quarter.." and think it's safe but He Does it again.. and as I look back.. he pulls out a kerambit style knife called an OX.. and I freeze.. and then two dark figures come out.. and have knives on them two.. both in hoodies and bandana's over their faces, and OX's.. and It's in front of my friend's house... My own friend's house..

So I have a choice to fight..but I'm stunned or scream.." in my head I think my friend's will help me.. I'll scream and they'll come..
but as Iwalk.. Long hair punches my face.. and one other.. puts me in the choke..

I'm scared of the knives I'm open ..

I scream.. and noone.. they start punchin me.. my glasses on the floor..they didnt stab me but I just wanted to run.. run fast.. as I walk.. I find tree limbs... tree limbs..and start to see them.. and I get back on my feet.. with the sticks.. and ran to my house..

my face puffy with a black eye a hematoma starting..then I almost run back.. thinking I will kill them but.. my head gets alittle clear so I run back home..throwing the sticks. screaming.. angry.. taking out kitchen wear.. looking at my black eye..

I'm enraged and I take out my dad's wireless circular saw.. then my birth goes downstairs.. saying what's going on.. I try to hve him agree to be with me be on my side.. but he teaches me the unconditional way.. he says," you've won.. you're stll alive.. with all that martial arts.. what's next.. you didn't do shit..but this is what happens.. but you've one.. and pleads for my knives.. and I give them.. and I put down the saw on my sofa.. and he hugs me.. I'm so scared.. but he comforts me.. and says are you alright.. I say yeah .. thanks.. still scared.. I sleep in his room next to him.. a thing filipinos do.. while next to him..I think to myself.. I've won.. and cry a tear..while sleeping..

this memory get's me back into training mode..because it's real.. the need to prepare.. the need to control..not everything is fighting.. but also safety.. and emotional stability.. and when not to freeze.. and unleash.. everyday..

everyday I train not for revenge..but knowing this can happen to me again.. or to my family.. or I can be the perp.. So I train .. sometimes as a strain.. but it's a must

but I tell you from experience.. and training.,"

I know what to look for..and if I must hurt others so they won't hurt me.. I will....and not everyone will help you.. especially if you've messed up..(hopefully some do)
but you need to put matter in your own hands..
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Posted 10/30/08


Awesome story Ninja..scary! Shows that even with training sometimes its better to be prudent and NOT fight! Im glad you had your brother to talk you out of going back!
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Posted 10/30/08

LegendarySucker wrote:



Awesome story Ninja..scary! Shows that even with training sometimes its better to be prudent and NOT fight! Im glad you had your brother to talk you out of going back!



yeah trying to be tough isnt honorable its saving face.. i know better now.. and I can help others too with dealing with this issue..
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LegendarySucker wrote:



not long enough.. that sucks you were prolly kicking her ass..anymore fights?
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