Lights are bright
All eyes on you
Embrace its go time
Vaseline on the face
Step into the cage
Cage door locks
Heart starts pumping
Are you ready? Are you ready? FIGHT!!!!
Hands up protect low now strike!
One on one vs another man trying to achieve a common goal. A win to move on to the next fight. Can’t see the ref. can’t see the crowd. Can’t even see the cage beyond your opponent. Its almost like a dream. Your corner is yelling instructions to you. You try that it works. The crowd roars! You can’t hear your corner anymore. Your adrenaline spikes. You can’t hear anything except your heart pounding.
PUNCH PUNCH KNEE ELBOW CHOKE ELBOW KNEE STAND UP PUNCH KICK KICK KNEE PUNCH PUNCH KNEE TAKEDOWN ….. now the feeling of alone sets in ….. PAIN KNEE DEFEND REVERSE ELBOW PUNCH ELBOW PUNCH ELBOW PUNCH
The ref appears out of no where…. The noise of the crowd returns… Your corner is giving you a million instructions on what you did right, what you did wrong, what we worked on in training. All coming from 3 different voices while you try to relax drink water and recover in 60 seconds
ROUND 2! FIGHT!!!
Here we go again…..
If i was to Tarantino it and start going backwards this is the loneliest part of my life all in a mission to get back to everyone that i care for plus to do it all over again.
No less than 10 minutes ago was i with my coaches and cornermen back in the locker room but the were only there to get me to the cage.
Before them i had to say goodbye to my training partners that grinded out for months with me to help prepare.
Before that it is my family that supports me no matter what. Enduring the long hours away for me to help provide for them. They endure my strange eating habits and massive amounts of water that i drink to keep my body running like a well oiled machine.
Then its goodbye to my son. Daddy has a fight next week. Not knowing if i am going to come back hurt or bruised up exhausted or even end up in the hospital. But to him i can do no wrong but it is a lot of weight to bear with all of these things on my shoulders.
The most important is the relationship with my wife…. Nope dont have one… Girlfriend? Nope…. The girl you are dating? Naa…well why not? With everything that happens above has a delicate building process. She would have to be my foundation. The days that i don’t feel like training her presence encourages me to push one more day. The times i come home from practice in pain the sound of her voice takes the soreness away. Every day that i want to give up her touch invigorates me to strive for greatness. With her i am not a warrior, i can leave my armor by the door until the next battle. She has the keys to my heart, mind & body. No one else does. I surrender to her. My strengths and weakness are all on the table for her to see guard & protect. All i can do is cherish her as much as she does for me. I must listen to her voice but more so her heart so that i do all for her that she does for me so i am not to find my self in this position again………..
ROUND 3! FIGHT!
PUNCH PUNCH KICK TAKEDOWN exhaustion PUNCH ELBOW ELBOW exhaustion PUNCH PUNCH SCRAMBLE SUBMISSION fail PUNCH PUNCH ELBOW KNEE
All i can think about is being back in her arms after my fight. Thats where i need to be to recover. To unleash. To unload. To be at peace. But she won’t be there when i need her the most when i am at my weakest. Where i don’t have to carry my armor any longer. When i can become normal again. When i can nurse back to 100% because she is taking care of me. Feeding my soul. Reminding me that i am important to her so nothing else matters.
The fight is over my coaches are in the cage happy. Not sure if i won or lost the ref calls the fighters to the center of the cage the announcer reads off the judges score cards at this point i don’t have anything to look forward to but back to training. No after parties no going out just back to the grind. This is all i kno. This is all i need to know unless she is there waiting patiently
Where is my protector…..