Finish the Fight

Me and Ricky start pacing each other, and I can see in his eyes that he wants to take me down and make me tap, no matter how he does it.  We start to clinch a bit in the cage, but since this is a grappling fight, no knees or strikes.  So i try to get one of his hands alone, to try to pull off a flying armbar, but to no luck.  Its almost as if he knew I was gonna go for it, and he shoots for one arm and jumps. Once i saw that jump, I immediately strayed back. Leaving Ricky in the air, who fell to the mat on his back, pretty damn hard.  "Oh shit!" screamed Bobby.  John jumped out of his chair, "Ricky! You ok?" "Yea, just got the wind knocked out of me a bit" "Okay, Logan? You don't just leave him there, you go in for the mount, or the submission, or anything. Don't just wait for him to get up.  He's vulnerable, and you take it. Got it?" "Got it".

Me and Ricky shake hands, and go again.  I look at the clock, 7 minutes 23 seconds.  Plenty of time.  We exchange tugs and pulls and at one point we get to the ground, But we are next to the cage, and Ricky immediately uses it to get back to his feet, in little less of fifteen seconds.  We go for shoots again and again, he defends every one of mine. "Damn, he's good" I thought to myself. "TRY A FLYING HEEL HOOK!!!" yelled Bobby. "Umm, thats impossible, you dumbass" i yelled back. "WELL IM GIVING SUGGESTIONS HERE!", "Yea, don't do that" said John, which made me laugh quite a bit.  We exchange clinches and we both know this isn't going more than this round.  Clock, 5 minutes 12 seconds.  Still plenty of time.  I shoot for his legs and he defends, but also goes for my back and immediately for a rear naked choke. I stop it by pushing one of my hands to my neck and twisting my neck.  By doing so, they can't get a full choke in, and by twisting your neck they can't put it in effectively, they only get one artery, leaving you tons of air space.  As i defend his choke, i twist my body and get his back to the mat.  Then i push off his legs, and stand up.  Ricky gets up and i notice he's a little pissed. He then clinches me against the cage.

Clock, 2 minutes 43 seconds. I gotta do something now.  I can't get him off of me, and he knows it. So i notice he's going to go for the flying armbar again, and i stop it by jumping and locking my legs to his pelvic area.  By doing that, my weight forces my back to the mat, giving me a good advantage. Clock, 1 minute 32 seconds. "Do it now, logan!" I thought to myself.  I get control of one of his arms and trick him a bit by holding one of his legs, thinking that im going for a leg lock.  Once he sees that i IMMEDIATELY buck my hips to the left and twist my left leg around his neck, and I pull for dear life.  He falls to the mat and starts flipping his body over in order to try to twist out.  I pull back, and twist. He groans, and starts tapping the mat, and i let go. We both are exhausted, but glad the fights over. "THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!  YOU PULLED OFF A HOUDINI MOVE!!!" Bobby screamed. "Yea, I don't think houdini would think that was one of his moves, Bobby", I said.  John was clapping, "Good job guys, I haven't seen that much commitment in a practice fight in a long time. You guys shake hands and get out here." We both shake hands and hug. "This ain't over" Ricky said as he smiles at me. "Oh i know it isn't" I say as i smile back.

"You guys work on your boxing a bit, and after that, we'll call it a day." I nod, "Sounds good, thanks for the practice fight Ricky", "Anytime, man.". We get to working on the punching bags and the bob and weave exercises. "Dude, you kicked his ass" Bobby said, holding the bag. "No i didn't, I was lucky to even finish the fight, dude." "Oh yea? Well did you know Ricky is a 2nd degree brown belt?". I stopped punching and was in a state of shock. Theres no way he was a brown belt, thats impossible. "........your fucking with me" "No dude, look". He points to Ricky's bag and there it is, the brown belt, hanging out. Ricky sees it and tucks it back in, and also saw me see it, and just smiles and waves. "Are you telling me, that I was able to submit a 2nd degree brown belt? Basically a black belt in BJJ?" "You obviously proved it in the cage, dude". "Holy shit...." i thought to myself.  I submitted a 'to be' black belt in BJJ, and I've only been training for one month. I got back to punching and working on my hooks, for about another hour, until it was time to go.

As we packed our stuff, and headed out the door, I heard John, "Hey Logan! I gotta talk with you". "oh shit" i thought, "I'm in trouble, I shouldn't have waited for Ricky to get up, damn. Now I'm in deep shit".  I put my stuff down and walked with him into his office.  "That was one hell of a fight you gave out there in the cage today". "Thanks, just doing my best". "I know you are, which is why I want to extend your membership here." "Really?!?!?! Oh my god, thank you man! for how long?" "For as long as you wanna train here". "Oh my god, I can't thank you enough, this is amazing. John, thank you so much. I promise you, you won't regret this decision, I'll make you proud." "Oh i know you will haha, If you keep this up, I can get you in a fight in a few months." "REALLY?!?!?! AWESOME!!!! THANK YOU!!!". I gave John a bear hug, which is the manly hug between men. So. Manly.

I ran out to the car and told bobby as i drove out of the parking lot. "Dude, you lucky bastard haha, well i know you love this stuff, and as long as your into it, I'll be there with you" "I appreciate man. John said in a few months I might be getting my first fight. Wanna be my cornerman? You're good with healing cuts and telling me what to do" "absolutely man. I'm here with you till the end" "Fuck yes".  I drop him off at his house, and i drive home, literally giggling with excitement.  I'm doing it. I'm actually going to be an MMA fighter. God, this is gonna be the shit.