First person view.
"There are no losers in wresting: only winners and learners." Unknown.
How can two guys beat the crap out of each other, and then after the match congratulate each other and then socialize afterwards?
When it comes to wresting, these same best friends become fierce competitors on the mats.They vie against each other like strangers.. What causes civilized men to become aggressive warriors against each other?
See, most men have egos. That is , we believe we are the best at what we do. When we feel that our authority in an arena is challenged, we rise up to the occasion and defend it. Therefore. we can obtain bragging rights.
However, if you think about it, wresting is a way of taking a person's aggression on another man without hurting them , seriously. It is a way of challenging a man's strength and a man's skills another. A primal way of guys to bond and have close contact with each other. A way to mske friends and gain respect. In short, this is how we wrestlers get our jollies. Here are some reason why I think that we as wrestlers are a unique creatures.
1: Most wrestlers welcome the body contact.
2: Wrestlers welcome the chance to demonstrate their skills on the mat and against other wrestlers.
3: Wrestlers feel good to challenge other wrestlers to a match.
Most wrestlers (whether win/ loose) would like to form a bonding relationship with other wrestlers. Why? Because people with similarities have a tendency to bond and to relate with each other easily.
Wrestlers look to the mat as a way to demonstrate their skills and take out their frustrations on each other.
However, the best part to me are the friendships that are formed and enjoying another guy's company. I like having fun and getting a good workout.
That was a line from the movie " Shrek". The Donkey looks at Shrek and says:
"That was fun. Let's do that again!"
I feel that way when I wrestle all my opponents.
Is the first thing I remembered hearing. I couldn’t recall what happened, but I knew I wasn’t supposed to be laying on the canvas. My breathing was sharp and fast. My vision was hazy and the world was spinning
I tried blinking my eyes to clear them and looking around trying to figure out where I was. All I could see was right in front of me. I could hear the audience yelling, but at first I couldn’t make out what they were saying. They were cheering “Ryno, Ryno, Ryno” I would find out later. I was starting to sit up when I heard,
I could see the ref’s hands waving in front of my face but I couldn’t figure out why my arms and legs wouldn’t push me up off the canvas.
“TEN! HE’S OUT!!! DING DING DING”
I could taste the latex of the ref’s gloves as he pulled my mouthpiece out. As he cradled my head I could feel the ring bounce as Ryden was jumping up and down in the corner. His team entering the ring hugging him, as mine came over to check on me. Things were fuzzy, but I remember a bright light in front of my eyes and the ring doctor asking me questions. I knew enough that I had been knocked out. My right eye was swollen and I had blood on my face from my nose and lip
My first loss would come by way of knockout in the 4th round to not only an opponent who took the fight with a few weeks notice, but my former sparring partner, Ryden“The Ryno” Mackenzie. My future shot at the title was in jeopardy, and I had to get my revenge.
*One month later*
The hardest part about being knocked out on a major stage is not the loss of a day memory or the recovery… For me it was the embarrassment. I was away from the world for a few days after the fight. My inner circle supporting me telling me I would get him next time, and that helped my ego a bit. It wasn’t until I got onto social media I saw it…. The memes, the videos, the explosion of emails about the knockout, the forum post stating my glass jaw had been smashed, ‘The “KO Kid KAYOD” in several media post, refferring to my amateur boxing nickname. Each thing a reminder that not only am I not the champ. I loss to someone I used to beat in the gym we trained at.. I had to turn that feeling of depression and doubt into motivation to train and get my rematch!
*Eight months later*
Well Ladies and Gentlemen, here we are at the Simi Valley Arena for “Fight Night”. We present to you Darrius “Lights Out” Jones versus “The Ryno” Ryden Mackenzie. This is a much sought after rematch! As everyone knows not only did Ryden hand Darrius his first loss, he sidelined his path to a championship match.
Ryden upset Darrius ’s plans for championship gold, as he knocked out the previously unbeaten fighter in the 4th round. After that win Ryden became the new rising star in boxing, while Darrius struggled to climb back into championship contention. *Tonight, not only will both men be fighting for the number one spot, but Francisco Vargas will be in attendance watching to see who will challenge him for the title*
In the red corner, wearing Blue trunks, and matching gloves, standing 6’2 weighing in at 215 pounds with a record of 10 wins 1 loss 8 wins coming by way of knockout Darrius “Lights Out” Jones!
In the blue corner, wearing black trunks with black gloves standing 5’11 weighing in at 220 pounds with a record of 8 wins 3 loss 6 wins coming by way of knockout Ryden “The Ryno” Mackenzie
*Both boxers listen to instructions given by the referee and tap gloves before heading back to their corners*
I look at my opponent, trying to hide my anxiety, and read his body for weakness. His face is calm, he knows he beat me and what a win here would do for him and his career, not to mention a bit his shot at the title before me. I look him over, he has lost the spare tire he used to carry around his midsection, not a six pack but flat with the promise of muscle underneath. His arms seem to have grown as well. Hopefully that slows him down, but I know they assure one thing, PAIN.
*Buzzer for the start of round 1*
I come out of my corner touching gloves with Ryan. I want center of the ring, but we both circle each other. We almost mirror each other as we trade jabs. My opponent knows the score as he moves his head and slips into his range, tagging me with 2 jabs that snap my head back. His bigger arms don’t show any sluggishness to them. I want to trade with him, show him who is boss. I throw a left hook trying to rock his chin, but Ryden proves slippery as I hit nothing but air, and he staggers me with a right to my chin. I blink my eyes as I move away a bit unsteady. I bring my hands up as he goes downstairs to the body. Left, right left slam home, as I tense up trying to ride out the storm. A left hook, slips under my elbow cracking my liver, I clinch up immediately as I know the pain will set me up for a first round knockdown or knockout. Unfortunately the ref is quick to separate us, but my adversary won’t be denied! I try to circle out and work my jabs, to establish range. The have the added benefit of halting my his progress for a second. I move back throwing my jabs as he wades through them. I know he wants to get inside my reach, to nullify my reach. He succeeds as he gets in close and rips a hard right hook to the ribs, and barely misses my head with the follow up left hook. I counter with a right cross, left hook combo, snapping his head back and sending sweat flying. Now it is my turn to chase him. I send a few shots to the body….”DING” End of round one. We both tap gloves and nod, walking back to our corners. This is going to be a battle.
I sit down on the stool in my corner, my breathing slightly heavy, as my corner man takes out my mouthpiece. I try to calm myself so I can absorb his advice. I listen as he tells me, “Use your reach and footwork more. Remember the lessons from the last fight. Be patient for the knock out. Don't rush! Keep him off your body or he will tear you up all night” He gives me water, and wipes me down. I look past him to see my opponent sitting in his corner looking relaxed and ready to go. I chew on my mouthpiece and the 10 second buzzer sounds. I stand up ready for the next round, but I see Francisco sitting in the audience by Ryan’s corner smirking, I try not to let that get into my head.
*Buzzer for the start of round 2*
I come out a bit more aggressive in this round touching gloves but straight off jabbing to try and force “The Ryno” to back up into a defensive posture. Ryden frustrates me by making his head more of a moving target. His corner must not have liked how took my shots from the first round. His head movement has improved as I switch it up moving in and making him eat a short right cross, I get a bit sloppy throwing a wide follow up left hook to the head which my former sparring partner deftly avoids and crushes my body with brutal right hook that sends fire through my body! A double left hook to the body and head has me reeling. I stumble back a few steps, and try to keep him back with jabs, that fails as he bobs and weaves. My right hand is trying to protect my head as he fakes a right, that causes me to flinch, he drills in another double left hook body, then head which not only sends sweat and spit flying, but backs me into the ropes. “No this can’t be happening!”, I think as I know I am in trouble. I see a slight grin come across his face. I blink my eyes to clear them as a right explodes on my nose. I can feel the blood smeared on my face as I have a slightly more difficult time breathing through my nose, My eyes water causing more blinking. I move along the ropes only to get the worse news of the night, my back hits the corner of my tormentor. Slightly off balance, I throw a right, hoping to turn this around, but his left rides over my glove slamming into my jaw. A bright flash goes off, then a right hook slams the other side of my face. A warm floating feeling comes across me as I feel like I’m falling but the corner post holds me up. “Fuck” I know I’m groggy as my vision greys, and all I can hear is my heartbeat. The ref jumps in to give me a standing 8 count as Ryden celebrates his dominate performance. I feel sick to my stomach It's only the second round and he's battered me so hard the ref is looking to end this... “A standing 8 count already? What the fuck, Darrius ? Do you really have a glass jaw?” My mind races, I’m torn, as a brawler I want to go out there and blast that shit eating grin off his face, but the boxer knows if I don’t get my head clear I could get caught once more and be left eating canvas and humiliated once again. I awkward wipe my nose. I hear the ref say, “Can you continue?” I nod my head yes almost out of instinct. He turns to motion us to box….”DING” the round ends. Ryno claims his corner, moving me out of the way. Out of everyone in the crowd I hear the champ clapping. I walk the long way back to my corner.
My corner man helps me to the stool and sits me down. My team puts end swells and gives me water getting me ready for the next round. “Come on champ, why are you letting this punk work you over? You have to start fighting back, hit him with some bombs! Stick and move!!” I can hear the exacerbation in his voice, as he thinks Ryden maybe on his way to a title shot. I see what was a white towel, now streaked with red after wiping my nose. I lean back taking in all the oxygen I can. I close my eyes and in a flash the minute is gone, and my corner man is saying “Go get him!” as my mouthpiece is being shoved back into my mouth. “Shit!”, I think.. as I get helped up, as I see my rival already on his feet, not even sure if he sat down, banging his gloves ready to continue making my life hell for the next three minutes, if I last that long.
*Buzzer for the start of round 3*
I can see the hunger in Ryan’s eyes. I swallow my worry. He isn’t going to beat me. He had never been this successful when he was my training partner, and now he has a chance to fight for the title. “I better be carried out before that happens”, I evaluate “The Ryno” lives up to his name charging me, barely letting me out of my corner. He throws hooks, making me cover up, he is trying to create an opportunity to end this. I know I have to do something or I’mgoing to be sleeping soon. Ryden throws a beautiful straight hand aiming for the center of my face, but I’m not there, I see the slight dip in his shoulder before he throws it and manage to avoid it and execute a exquisite double left hook into his floating ribs, I feel the shift in weight as he is halted, I can almost see the surprise as the pain grips him, and my left finds his waiting jaw. It’s almost like we are moving in slow motion as I pull back and finish my possibly game changing combo with a straight right that burst into his nose…he blunders backwards in a straight line, blood dripping from his nose. I rock his head from side to side with a left right hook combo that sends him on his ass. “YES…FUCK YES!, I want to yell. I’m on cloud nine! I raise my gloves and flex as I feel the surge, all the pain, doubt and fear is erased when you knock another fighter down. I snap back to reality as I feel the ref push me back to a neutral corner, he turns back to Ryan, who looks almost confused sitting on the canvas. I don’t take my eyes off of him, as I try to will him to stay down. The ref begins to count, as my foe rolls over onto all fours looking at his corner nodding that he is alright. The ref stands in front of Ryden as he counts to 8 checking his gloves asking him, “Do you want to continue? Walk to me.” The ref steps back as my opposition takes a few steps forward showing he can go on. “BOX!”, The ref shouts I come out of the neutral corner unsure how damaged he is, as his steps do not betray him and his eyes seem clear, I want to be disciplined and gauge him, but I don’t. I come out trying to take his head off, I throw a pair of left right hooks that glance off his gloves as he moves in close, I brace for the left hook to the body, which never comes.. “OOFFF” My mouth forms an “O” as hot air is blasted from my body with a right cross to the solar plexus. I panic, I can’t breathe…No time to calm myself as a left uppercut snaps my teeth shut on my mouthpiece as I look at the ring lights seeing red spray fly above me. My legs turn to rubber, as I reach out to clinch for dear life. He bangs away at my body try to get leverage but I tie him up. My vision is cloudy, the roar of the crowd melts away. He is taunting me, telling me he is going to be champ.. All I can hear my heartbeat and his mocking words then… “BREAK” the ref yells, but his voice seems far away, as he pulls my arms away, separating us. I move away circling to my left, staying off the ropes as much as I can, trying to tamp down the feeling of dread I paw out a left, and I see him twisting to set up his left hook. I bring my right arm in, “uuhh” I taking the thudding shot on my arm, and fire a left hook to the chin. I’m almost giddy as I feel the sting go up my arm as it connects! Clear eyes turn foggy as he walks right into it.I need to make the most of this tide shift! I send overhand right to his eye, left hook to his jaw which lays him out face first at my feet. He is totally limp at first but I see him stir as the ref pushes me back….”1…2..3..” “DING” The 3rd round concludes and I am a torrent of emotions. I see his corner get him up but I don’t know if he can make it to the next round! Hell I need to steady myself so I can make the next round. I have a serious shot of ending this right now. I stride back to my corner with a new spring in my step I feel like I could spit my girl in two right now… I am PUMPED!
I don’t want to sit, but I know I should. This surge isn’t going to last. As I sit down I see Ryan’s corner breaking out smelling salts, I can’t help but grin. A mouse forming under his left eye from my overhand right. In the next 3 minutes I maybe on my way to a championship belt! My cornerman’s slap brings me back into focus, “You had a good round, but you need to stay focused, if you want to knock him out!” He gives me water and the cutman works on my nose, I am gulping in air trying to settle the oxygen debt this fight has caused. I know I can do this, I’ve trained for this, I’ve been in wars before (Or so I thought). I glance over to the opposite corner. He seems to be clearing his head, not the best news but I am confident. I take the last bit of advice as my mouthpiece is put in my mouth.
*Buzzer for the start of round 4*
I bang my gloves coming out quick. I move in my range..2 left jabs find his face as his head snaps back. His hands slower in this round, as he throws a jab, that I slip circling. I move to my left, he moves in jab, right cross. I give him some head movement bobbing out of the way, then jabbing to lefts into his face, starting a bit more blood to come out. I take a step just out of his range dropping my gloves. He takes the bait lunging in with another jab, I duck it and come up with a right uppercut under his chin dropping him to his knees. The dull ache envelops my hand as it connects. I know I’ve hurt him as he bounces back to his feet not waiting for the count. The ref finishes the count, “7…8.. Can you continue?” Of course he nods yes. “BOX”, the ref motions us and I move on him. Up until now I had been content with letting him chase me and get popped, now its my turn. I move in two thudding lefts to his eyes smash his face, he bends awkwardly, and in a flash I see the trap. He springs up throwing a short nightending uppercut. I fade back, feeling the heat on his punch as it passes by, and lunge back in with a right cross, left hook combo that has “The Ryno” tumbled onto his back. I yell out and bang my gloves together. No way he is getting up from that. I am in the neutral corner brimming with excitement. I look over and his eyes are open but no one is home, I know he is in another world! His mouthpiece lays besides him as the ref starts the count then waves it off. “HE’S OUT!” I fall to my knees as I finally feel validated, and my feelings of regrett and revenge have been satisfied. My corner comes in hugging me and congratulating me. “I’m back!” I yell as I stand up going out and waving to the crowd. I point to Francisco, and he has a neutral look on his face. After checking on Ryan, who is sitting in on his stool with the ring Doc checking his eyes. The Ref takes me to center of the ring. “Winner by way of KNOCKOUT in the 4th round…Darrius “Lights Out” Jones!!
Last fight of 2016.
A weak light was shining trough the shatters of the old house when Jack arrived. "He's really there" he murmured... His eyes quickly checked the house and the surrounding garden. Obiously nobody lived there for a while. Grass was growing on the way to the front door which was slightly opened. Jack was excited when he slowly walked towards the door... flexing his well build muscles under the black jacket, he noticed his cock began to swell.
He opened the door. The smell of old carpets was in the air, spider nets covered the walls. He carefully closed the front door behind him.
Following the light to one of the rooms in the back of the house Jack entered the former living room, about 6 x 5 meters in size . "Welcome!" The black-heared man turned to his left. Dan, was leaning at the wall, wearing a blue tanktop and jeans, cross-armed with his muscled upper body. His blond hair was cut short. "Hi" Jack responded while he took off his jacket and threw it in one of the corners. "Let's start" he added. "Rules as agreed?" Dan asked. "Sure", Jack said while checking his opponent. Both started to undress, slowly and looking at each other until they where completely nude. They met in the middle of the room, face to face, closer and closer until their hard cocks touched. Both men were almost equal in weight and size, aroind 1,8 m and 85 kg. Their pecs were flexing, when they slowly started to circle, still cock on cock and clenched fists. The two gay men planned the start of their fight in detail. They started to touch each others muscles, followed by mild punches to the mid section of the bodies as well as to the balls as next step. For a couple of minutes they continued, both enjoying the scene. Suddenly Dan landed a hard punch to Jack's abs. Jack's answer followed immediately as a solid punch to Dan's left pec. They quickly got in a clinch grabbing for each others balls with their right hands. They squeezed harder and harder. Both groaning with pain and trying to hurt their opponent with kicks, knees and the left hand. The only rule for that fight was to exclude the head. Suddenly they struggeld and landed on the carpet. The balls were released and both men were rolling around, fighting for dominance. The skin of their upper bodies turned red from punches and ellbow hits. Sweat mixed with dust from the old carpet, while both breathed heavily. After a while they managed to get on their knees and again the balls had to suffer in squeezing hands, even harder as before, they were grimacing with pain. This time their left fists only were free to attack. While groaning with pain the fists waited in a fight position. Slowly the fists moved in front of the faces, threatening to break the only rule, not to attack the head.
Suddenly a light punch hit Dan's lips. His reaction was rough. The left hit Jack's nose causing it to bleed. Silence followed for a few seconds while the balls were still in pain. "As you like" sounded Dan's deep voice. "Bastard!" was Jack's response. Another shot of adrenaline flew trought their bodies before the fight got out of control. They released the balls and got on their feet, struggeling around, exchanging solid punches to their faces when they bounced against the rough plastered wall. Blood sputtered at the white plaster when Dan's right hit Jack's nose and the skin of Dan's back got blody scratches when the fighters were sliding down the rough wall. Back on their knees they choked each other using both hands. Hardly able to breathe both slammed their head against each others several times. Cuts opened on eyebrows and blood was flowing towards their three day beards. The fighters released and sank back on their backs, heads beside of each others feet, rubbing the blood out of their faces. They rested about two minutes when Jack asked "enough cocksucker?" "Never" was Dan's answer, followed by a hard punch to Jack's balls. Immediately they got in a 69 position with their throats trapped between legs pressing with all available power. Blood mixed with sweat on hairy legs. Fists hit kidneys, abs and balls, the sound of groans mixed with the one of the punches and hard breathing men. The brawlers fought with their last energy, both determined to finish the other. The punches got weaker and suddenly Dan released. Jack pushed his opponents limp body away, got on his knees and watched Dan's body for a few moments. The fight was much harder as expected, both men were bloodied, bruised and their balls were swollen. When Dan slowly opened his eyes he saw Jack's cock shooting several times a huge load on his upper body and face. Using Dan's clothes to clean himself Jack stood beside of the loser. He got dressed and left the house without a word.
All my trips for 2017 is still in a development phase. The only trip that is officially confirmed is Las Vegas. For people who wants to meet me in 2017, I'm trying my best to make everything work this year. I will post updates somewhere in 2017.
Las Vegas: Officially Confirmed
A return trip to Las Vegas: (June 2017): It is still in development
San Francisco (April 2017 or June 2017): It is still in development
Europe (United Kingdom, Germany, Spain, Italy, Greece, Hungary, Austria and France) ( Summer 2017): It is still in development
East Coast ( New York, Maryland, Delaware, Washington D.C., Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Illinois and New Jersey) (December 2017) : It is still in development.
There will be more updates coming soon.
영어 실력이 낮은데, 이런 뜻일 것 같은 느낌이 올 것 같은 느낌으로 번역을 해보겠습니다. 꽤 꼴릿함.
난 정말 이전까지 이걸 누구한테도 말한 적이 없었는데, 비슷한 경험을 한 사람이 있는지 없는지 궁금하다.
좀 더 자세하게 쓸 시간이 없는 점은 사과할게.
난 이탈리아 사람이야. 우리 가족은 전형적인 대가족인데, 그런 거 치곤 특이하게 사촌이 둘 밖에 없어. Tommaso 라고 나보다 한 살 많은 쪽하고 Davide 라는 한 살 어린 쪽이 있어. 으레 그렇듯이 우리 셋은 할머니의 관심을 두고 경쟁을 했지. Davide는 우리가 5살 쯤 됐을 때 떨어져나갔는데 Tom 하고 나는 그보다 전부터 일생에 걸친 싸움에 묶였지. (비유적으로든 글자 그대로든)
처음엔 톰이 항상 나보다 더 스포티했어. 그리고 트로피나 상장 같은 것들을 항상 타왔지 (굉장히 약올랐어). 그 나이 때의 난 내 사촌들보단 똑똑했고 꽤 통통했는데, (이 뒤는 해석이 어려운데 하루는 저자가, 하루는 Tom이 더 관심을 받았고 서로서로 질투했다고 써 있음)
내가 기억하기로 이 라이벌 의식이 말로 표현된게 6살 쯤이었을텐데, Tom 하고 난 목욕을 같이 하게 강제당했어 (내 생각엔 할머니가 우리 둘을 관심 받고 싶어하는 강아지 정도로 생각했나봐). 잠깐은 같이 놀았는데 난 톰이 내 군살을 찌르면서 재밌어하는 걸 알아챘어. 걘 운동을 많이해서 그 나이에 벌써부터 개쩌는 복근이 있었거든. (이 문장 해석 어려움) 난 물 아래로 목을 깊이 잠수시켜서 Tom의 불알을 걷어찼어. 그 때 그 놈 얼굴이 아직도 기억나는데, 우리는 그때부터 서로한테 발길질하기 시작했어. 할머니가 돌아오기 전까지 계속 그랬는데, 할머니가 커다란 비치 타월을 주면서 닦으라고 했어. 그리고 (...해석 어려움) 톰이 나한테 달려들어서 타월을 잡아채려고 했는데 내가 그렇게 두진 않았지. 우린 멍청한 늑대 새끼들마냥 타월을 계속 잡아당겨댔고. 우린 결국 타월은 내던지고 서로한테 덤벼들었어. Tom은 두 팔로 내 군살을 두들겨댔고 나는 그의 허리를 bearhug로 죄면서 머리카락을 잡아당겼어. 내 기억엔, 어렸을 때인데도 그때 우린 둘 다 조금 발기했어. 그 소동은 할머니가 놀라서 달려오면서 끝이 났지.
우린 이 이상한 순간에 대해서 한 번도 말을 꺼내지 않았어. 경쟁이 우리 일상에서 두드러지기 시작했고, 가끔 비슷한 일이 좀 일어나기도 했지만. ( <- 비슷한 일) 우린 자주 팔씨름을 했는데 처음엔 내가 졌지만 결과는 금방 바뀌었지. 우린 인정 안 했지만 밤마다 팔씨름에서 이기려고 웨이트를 했어. - 그 덕에 우리 둘 다 15살 쯤엔 불균형적일 정도로 가슴근육이 커졌지 - 난 내 프로필 사진 비슷하게 변했어. Tom은 좀더 육체미가 생겼지. 어쨌든 15살 쯤 됐을 때 우린 키랑 몸무게가 - 6피트에 75kg - 똑같아졌어. 생긴 것도 거의 똑같았어. 올리브빛의 검은 피부 - 전형적인 이탈리아 소년으로. (차차 덧붙이겠음
Maybe you'll have to have trained a while in wrestling, jiujitsu, or similar to understand what I'm about to say: there are ways of being really rough and aggressive which are part of the game (making really good shoulder pressure, knee on belly, framing on their jaw with the blade of your forearm, really getting a good motorcycle grip on your kimura), and ways of being rough which are douchebaggery and make people not want to roll with you (trying to take a joint lock as fast and explosively as you can to the end of your range of motion which is by definition hyperextension for the other guy is the big one).
Most guys seem to go through phases of not realizing they're doing the latter (which is serendipitously early enough in their jiujitsu development that most of the guys they'll be rolling with can control them and keep both of them safe, and a lot of the reason some schools don't let noobs open roll with each other), and then become overly "nice" for a while and wonder why they can't make any of their techniques work, and eventually settle into being willing to do effective-but-safe jiujitsu.
Still, even in the realm of acceptable roughness, the same kind of stuff can be totally cool from one guy and utterly button-pushing from another, usually depending on his attitude. For me, if he's highly ego-driven and thinks he's proving something, getting overly "dirty" becomes super annoying.
So, I've been dropping in on a new crew; a small group of mostly new guys, but I know the coach, and he's one of the best in town.
There's this dude there... He was a D1 wrestler, he's one of the few guys around here who's stronger per pound than I am (he's absurdly beast; one of my other buddies joked that I finally get to know what it's like to roll with me), and he's been doing jiujitsu about two years. Not many guys with such a short time of jiujitsu under their belt can make me work very hard; he's one of those super athletes who learns everything five times faster and I don't have the slightest doubt that in another couple years I won't be able to touch him. LOL
This guy is rapidly becoming one of my favorite sparring partners; partly because he creates new and interesting challenges to my game, but mostly because we can absolutely fucking unload on each other, and it's cool.
It's what I can only describe as joyous aggression. There is no ego in it (or at least, none more than is inevitable in a sport like jiujitsu) for either of us. We will do savagely uncomfortable shit to each other and be genuinely excited for each other when we endure and fight our way out of it, we'll laugh together about finding new ways to be as grindy, crushing, and pestiferous as possible. We never leave without someone having gotten kneed in the head or something, and we don't care.
This is not how I train, as a habit. As much as I do train, if every open mat and open roll session were like this, my old bones would probably be like, "fuck you, ease up, asshole" after two weeks. Keep your mat brothers safe, rule number 1. And I've certainly had guys go as hard or harder... usually, it's only very occasionally (they're getting ready for comp) or, as I mentioned above, their egos are deeply in it and it rubs me the wrong way.
Me and this guy, though, we're just having the roughest possible fun, and it's going to make us both better at bringing shinies home from tournaments. It's fucking awesome.
Now, I'm going to go slather on some tiger balm and watch some vids about the shoulder lock I discovered mid roll and failed to finish him with today. LOL
We've all had it happen - no shows. But honestly, I don't get it. I issued a challenge for a match for January 1 and a local fellow responded. We messaged back and forth on here for a bit until I was convinced, then I gave him my cell for easier communication. He then reciprocated and we chatted more, establishing the type of match, etc. I was convinced enough about him that I even cancelled the challenge.
But I guess my last message of the night going unanswered should have been a clue. He disappeared, no more replies, not through cell or mf, and of course, a no show at the hotel on the evening of January 1.
What a waste of time. Hence my original question. I can only assume this is what they actually get off on.