Haha thanks, Trout.
Nothing like showing up to your first grappler's tournament in a pair of jeans and a button up to watch your brother compete for his first time, then suddenly finding yourself changing into Troutbum's tights, aka fight-gear, that's been waiting in my trunk of my car for a month to mail to the sob, then paying $45 to have some talented guy humiliate you in front of a bunch of strangers. (Nice run on sentence, doe)
In all seriousness it was super fun. I'm completely out of shape, don't train and hell, don't even go to the gym anymore (actually went back for the first time yesterday so I was sore as hell today too) so I figured I had absolutely noting to lose at all. My brother was super nervous and anxious and I figured it would make him less nervous if he watched me make a fool out of myself.
The guy I grappled won the gi division and took second in the nogi open division. He was kind of a dick, but crazy good at wrestling and submissions. I told myself I could take him and pumped (lol) myself up for it, but we sat around for 3 hours waiting for our division, then out of no where they called us to go up against each other first. A lot of people watched our fight because they knew I was just some clown from the street and the dude I was grappling with was legit. I kept joking around about how dumb it was for me to do and that I was going to get killed, but I knew if I didn't get caught early, I could hold me own if I had a little bit of cardio.
When the match started, I went straight offense. I didn't wanna wait for him to come after me, even though chances of being submitted are far greater when you're aggressive. He scored 2 points on me and only two points the whole match. I had two pretty sick reversals on him (he wrestled collegiality too) but I didn't know I had to hold my move on him for three seconds. I was in the state of mind of not being submitted and to constantly be moving. Point is, it was 2 - 0 for that dude with like under a minute left of a 5 minute round. We ended up getting each other's heads in leg locks like we were having mad female on female sex. I was squeezing that dudes melon pretty damn hard between my legs (comment of the year there) and so was he. I figured I was going to make it to the end of the match even though I felt like a diseased walrus with a collapsed lung. Just keep squeezing I thought, don't give up and you're home free. Then next thing I knew, the dude arm bar'd me from that weird position. I wasn't even thinking about my arms and didn't know it was possible to do that from that angle. Props to that dude. He was a beast and looked like Vin Diesel and had bigger arms than, dare I say it? Me!
Overall it was a awesome experience. I'm sore as hell right now though but I'm mad proud and my brother and I for laying it all out on the table. Would do again.
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