My second fight (kickboxing)
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Unfortunately video taping of the event was banned.
I arrived to find I was fighting last on the card, "main event" everyone joked. I supported our fighters and the nerves were there but in control. Towards the end of the card I found out who my opponent was so I introduced myself to him and told him we'd have fun :) His name was Riccardo.
When it was time for me to warm up I felt the flu that I'd been holding back over the last week catching up with me and making me sweat and gas even just warming up. I growled to myself and hit myself quite hard with my gloves in my own face a few times to work me up. The boys certainly weren't going easy on each other in the previous fights and I knew I wouldn't get out of that ring without a few trophy marks.
They called me out, and Josh and Matt got me into my gear while Chaos (pronounced chow) and Murray prepped me verbally for the fight. They told me to keep it simple, not try and knock him out and keep my range.
We touched gloves in the center of the ring and I smiled at Riccardo to let him know it was going to be alright and to calm my own nerves.
For some reason I came out in a low planted stance to try and counter the bouncing style that had got me tko'd in my first fight. I would pay for it later but it payed dividends in the early part of the fight.
I opened with a left right combo followed by a rib kick and I could tell straight away he didn't like my power as he fell back against the ropes. I flew in with a knee that went under his chest guard and into his floating ribs. He audibly let out a big groan and the ref stepped in as he dropped to his knee.
I was sent to the neutral corner and I had him getting a standing 8 count in my fourth strike of the match, it did wonders for my confidence.
My corner however was yelling at me to calm down, they could see I was dumping too much energy trying to finish him as I dived in with a left inside leg kick to his lead leg, which rocked him and made him drop his hands. I gave him a few hard hits to the head which turned him then decided to listen to my corner and back off.
He advanced and I threw a left high kick which missed him by inches, this made him clinch me and I threw him almost through the ropes.
The second round was pretty much all me, I was peppering him with big straight shots then back off and kicking him in the ribs with my right kick and back to his inside leg with my left kick. I still felt I could have finished him but listened to my corner. Every time we clinched I pulled his head down only to remember I couldn't knee him in the head. So I either pushed him away or threw him down instead of kneeing to his body like I should have.
The third round and holy shit did I feel that adrenalin dump in the first. From my stupid heavy stance he landed a beautiful leg kick to my lead leg, which I didn't feel at the time but has caught up with me big time. He was still scared of my power from the distance so he waded in with sloppy punches and I clinched for most of the round without doing very much. On points I definitely lost round three.
The first two rounds were so dominating however, including the standing 8 count that he would have had to have knocked me out to win. He showed heart tho and I assured him if it had gone another round he would have had me (not true but to help him feel better).
After the fight I chatted to him a while and started to feel the effects of his leg kick as a small bruise. Over the space of half an hour it was a cork, and within an hour I was a limping pile of pain. I can only imagine what he feels like now.
All up I can't wait for my next fight and hopefully next year have my first MMA bout :)
Click to viewUnfortunately video taping of the event was banned.
I arrived to find I was fighting last on the card, "main event" everyone joked. I supported our fighters and the nerves were there but in control. Towards the end of the card I found out who my opponent was so I introduced myself to him and told him we'd have fun :) His name was Riccardo.
When it was time for me to warm up I felt the flu that I'd been holding back over the last week catching up with me and making me sweat and gas even just warming up. I growled to myself and hit myself quite hard with my gloves in my own face a few times to work me up. The boys certainly weren't going easy on each other in the previous fights and I knew I wouldn't get out of that ring without a few trophy marks.
They called me out, and Josh and Matt got me into my gear while Chaos (pronounced chow) and Murray prepped me verbally for the fight. They told me to keep it simple, not try and knock him out and keep my range.
We touched gloves in the center of the ring and I smiled at Riccardo to let him know it was going to be alright and to calm my own nerves.
For some reason I came out in a low planted stance to try and counter the bouncing style that had got me tko'd in my first fight. I would pay for it later but it payed dividends in the early part of the fight.
I opened with a left right combo followed by a rib kick and I could tell straight away he didn't like my power as he fell back against the ropes. I flew in with a knee that went under his chest guard and into his floating ribs. He audibly let out a big groan and the ref stepped in as he dropped to his knee.
I was sent to the neutral corner and I had him getting a standing 8 count in my fourth strike of the match, it did wonders for my confidence.
My corner however was yelling at me to calm down, they could see I was dumping too much energy trying to finish him as I dived in with a left inside leg kick to his lead leg, which rocked him and made him drop his hands. I gave him a few hard hits to the head which turned him then decided to listen to my corner and back off.
He advanced and I threw a left high kick which missed him by inches, this made him clinch me and I threw him almost through the ropes.
The second round was pretty much all me, I was peppering him with big straight shots then back off and kicking him in the ribs with my right kick and back to his inside leg with my left kick. I still felt I could have finished him but listened to my corner. Every time we clinched I pulled his head down only to remember I couldn't knee him in the head. So I either pushed him away or threw him down instead of kneeing to his body like I should have.
The third round and holy shit did I feel that adrenalin dump in the first. From my stupid heavy stance he landed a beautiful leg kick to my lead leg, which I didn't feel at the time but has caught up with me big time. He was still scared of my power from the distance so he waded in with sloppy punches and I clinched for most of the round without doing very much. On points I definitely lost round three.
The first two rounds were so dominating however, including the standing 8 count that he would have had to have knocked me out to win. He showed heart tho and I assured him if it had gone another round he would have had me (not true but to help him feel better).
After the fight I chatted to him a while and started to feel the effects of his leg kick as a small bruise. Over the space of half an hour it was a cork, and within an hour I was a limping pile of pain. I can only imagine what he feels like now.
All up I can't wait for my next fight and hopefully next year have my first MMA bout :)