Getting Ready

Lets flash forward to four months later.  I've been training almost six days a week, for two hours each day.  I've been keeping this entire thing under wraps from my parents.  The only people who know about me training are my fighter friends, Bobby, and my brother in law.  I have been focusing on BJJ and my striking.  I'm good on the ground, but I just love to strike. Ever since I saw Eddie Alvarez fight Aaron Riley, I've wanted to perfect my striking to the skill level of Alvarez.  After working on my striking for a few minutes, John sits me down and talks to me about my future in MMA. We go into his office and he shuts the door and closes the blinds. Which made me nervous at first. "Ok, so heres the deal, you've been training for little over 6 months now. How do you feel? Physically and mentally?" "I feel great! I love the way things have gone. My striking is amazing, and I think my ground work is going extremely well. I need to work on my Muy Thai a bit more, but other than that I'm 100%." "Thats good, because I might have a fight for you". "Really?" "Yup, theres this promotion starting in Miami. Showing off new talent. I'm gonna sign you up." "ARE YOU SERIOUS!!! THATS AWESOME!!! I CA.....oh no" "What, whats wrong?" "I don't think I would be able to, John. I have no health insurance. If i get hurt, I have no way of paying for it." "Ok? Neither do any of these other fighters in here. You think you're the only one? Listen, you just train for this fight, I will take care of the expenses alright?" "I don't know how to thank you enough, John. You've done so much for me" "Just kick this kids ass, thats all i ask." "Consider it done" "good, now get out there and train".  I walk out and begin to work on my striking, focusing on body shots and my hooks.  When my adrenaline kicks in, I feel like im fucking fast when it comes to striking.

Bobby comes out of the bathroom, proclaiming he took a massive dump, and that the bathroom would never be the same. "Sup dude, how is your striking going?" "Its going good man, I have a fight." "AWESOME!!! Against who?" "Don't know, But Its in 4 weeks." "Well, lets not waste any time, you want a knockout right?" "Of course, everyone does" "Then lets work on those headshots".  We go to the bag and start punching. I focus on 'one, two combos'.  Left Left Right. Right Left Right hook. Left Right Left Uppercut. Right Left Right body shots. Trying to perfect it. Like its a new language. I work a solid hour on the bag, and wanting to go more, but Bobby stops me to keep my pace. "Alright man, lets go work on your ground work". This time Bobby wanted to wrestle with me. This was gonna be a sight to see.

"Just to let you know, I've been working on my glutes" "What does that have to do wi....." "HYAAA!!!!" He jumps through the air like fucking spider man, trying to pounce me. I just strafe to the left and he falls to the mat, hard.  He immediately gets back up. "Your fast, but I'm faster. WATCHAAAA!" He now goes for my legs, and to my amazement, he gets me down to the ground.  We wrestle for about 5 minutes, just working on my switches to ground, side control, mount, guard, side guard.  After 6 minutes we take a minute break. "You're ground work is excellent, Logan. You just gotta work on the switch from your back to side control. Other than that, you'll be fine on the ground" "Okay, lets go 5 more minutes". We went for half an hour. We lost track of time. We would have gone more if John didn't come out and break us up. After that we just get dressed and head out to the car. I drop Bobby off, who is excited about the fight more than me, and I drive home.  I literally pass out once i hit my bed.

Now lets fast forward to three weeks later.  I've been pushing myself to the limit every single day of training.  3 days before the fight. Bobby is basically my Doc Louis now. He pushes me to the max, and tells me what to work on, what to do. We even have combinations down to letters. When he shouts out Z! I know to Left Left Right Uppercut. He is quite an amazing trainer.

After several minutes on the bags and in the ring,  John calls everyone in the dojo together.  "Alright everybody, listen up. I've signed up a few fighters for the MFC in 3 days. The Miami Fighting Championship." (Its like every promotion ever created uses Fighting Championship in their name) "So I'd like everyone to give a hand for Logan, Ricky, and Jason. They will be fighting in the lightweight division, and they will be kicking some ass". Everyone cheers, and a few people come up and shake our hands. Like we are famous or something.  There was this one girl, who came up to me and shook my hand. She winked at me, and smiled and walked back to her friends.  Oh yea, shes down to fuck. Not really, but she is cute, and no other person winked at me when they shook my hand, so decided to keep an eye on her. We go back to training and I start on working on my knees. I like flying knees. They sort of throw fighters off sometimes. So I'm hoping to use it in my first fight.  My shin is also a fucking weapon. I've noticed no matter how many times I use it, I never hurt. Almost, weird.

After a few hours, we stop and John takes all 3 of us aside. "Alright guys, heres whats gonna happen.  Tonight we will meet back up here and we will be driving to Miami.  It will be about 11 hours before we get there, so be ready ok?" "Yes sir", all three of us said simultaneously.  "Ok, I'll see you three in 6 hours." "Hey John, can bobby come? I asked him to be my cornerman for my first fight. I gotta have him" "That fatass?" Jason said. That made me fucking pissed off. "Watch your mouth, you sad excuse for a fighter". He walks up to me and stares me down, trying to intimidate me. I love staredowns, I either smile and stare back, or I just stare back, with the intention on killing that person who is staring at me. I wasn't smiling. "Jason, cool it before I kick your ass. Sure Logan, he can come, just have him here at the right time." "Thank you, John."

We walk out to get into our cars, "Hey Logan!" I hear coming out of the dojo. Its the girl who winked at me. She comes running out. I put my stuff in the backseat and wait for her and for Bobby, who just stopped in his tracks and watched. "Hey, you winked at me, right?" "Uh yea hehe. Um, I just wanted to say good luck on your fight in Miami" "Well thank you, I appreciate that. Whats your name?" "Leslie", I put my hand out to shake hers "Well, its nice to meet you Leslie". Instead of shaking my hand, she gave me a quick hug, and ran off. I kinda felt proud of myself. Bobby walks over after she leaves, "I could see your boner from the dojo" "Shut the hell up dude".  I call my mom and tell her Im spending the weekend over at Bobby's. She says it would be good for studying. Yea. She tells me to be safe, and i disconnect. We basically drive around downtown until the time came to go. We were too excited to get sleep, or do anything else.

6 hours later we meet up with John and the others.  We get in his van, which is pretty huge, and off we go. Next stop, Miami, and my first ever Mixed Martial Arts fight. I nearly squealed with excitement. This is gonna be awesome.