Darren's blog

The day I had been waiting for had finally arrived. I had checked into the hotel the night before, but due to a mix of excitement and nervousness, I couldn’t sleep well. Since the fight was scheduled for 9 a.m., I woke up early, around 7 a.m., and went for a quick walk around the hotel area as a warm-up. I also had some hard-boiled eggs and coffee to boost my energy and mood.

After breakfast, I returned to my room and moved all the furniture aside to create space. Right at 9 a.m., he arrived at the door. We locked eyes intensely, but neither of us said a word, not wanting to break the tension that had been building since our first encounter. Both of us changed into shorts and shirts, took our fighting stances, and stood chest to chest, locking eyes. We grabbed each other by the collars of our shirts.

Me: "You ready, fucker?"
Him: "Bring it on, pussy!"

Without wasting any time, I made the first move, landing a punch squarely on his left cheek. The sound of my bare fist hitting his face echoed clearly in the room. In a flash, he retaliated with a lightning-fast left hook and immediately aimed for my legs, using my height and high center of gravity against me. I fell to the ground, but as I did, my hand gripped his shirt, tearing it off.

This was a classic clash of styles: him, a grappler, and me, a striker. Using his body weight to his advantage, he pressed his knees into my thighs while trying to lock me in a body hold. I threw a few hard punches to his ribs and pushed against his body, but it wasn’t enough to turn the tide. He managed to dominate me momentarily, his thick arm pressing down on my neck like a chokehold while his other hand rained punches on my face and head.

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "What happened there, you asshole? You're gonna be crushed pulp today."

For a moment, I thought I had failed as a fighter and that this was the end. But then, a sudden realization struck me.

In my mind, I thought, *Hold on, I'm a wrestler too. I’ve won submission matches before. I can win this fight.* Immediately, I gathered all my energy and pushed my hips upward, causing him to lose his grip on the body hold. To buy myself some time, I landed a punch right to his groin when an opening appeared. It was a dirty move, but at that moment, I didn’t care.

He groaned in pain, and out of anger, he grabbed my hair and yanked me down, driving his knee straight into my nose. *Urgh,* blood started to drip slowly. *Oh yeah, now it’s on, bitch.* I kicked his body away, giving myself enough time to stand up before he could. Without wasting a second, I leaped at him, delivering a high kick that landed squarely on his upper belly.

The impact sent him stumbling backward, but he quickly regained his footing, his eyes burning with fury. He charged at me, aiming to tackle me to the ground, but I sidestepped just in time. As he lunged past me, I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, using his momentum against him. He growled in pain but managed to elbow me in the ribs, forcing me to release my grip.

We circled each other, both breathing heavily, blood and sweat mixing on our faces. The room was a mess, furniture that I moved overturned and the air thick with tension. He feinted a punch, but I saw it coming and ducked, countering with a swift uppercut to his jaw. His head snapped back, but he didn’t go down. Instead, he grinned, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Him: "Not bad, but you’re gonna have to do better than that."

Me: "Oh, I’m just getting started."

He rushed at me again, but this time, I was ready. I dropped low and swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. Before he could recover, I pounced, pinning him down and locking him in a rear naked chokehold ( My Fav) . He struggled, but I tightened my grip, applying pressure until I heard him tap the floor.

Him: "Alright, alright! I yield!"

I released him and stood up, breathing heavily but victorious. He lay on the floor, panting and coughing gasping for air, but there was a grudging respect in his eyes.

Him: "I admit you’re tougher than your look."

Me: "And you’re not unpredictable as you thought."

We both laughed a bit , I reach out my hand to him, helping him to stand up. We took quite some break to clean up the mess we made and decided to part ways as the hotel check out time is right in corner.

Him : "The fight was over, but our rivalry had only just begun."

Me : "You know where to find me, I'm ready for a brawl anytime with you".

The endddd✌🏾