You know, one of the first times my wife met up with me, I got my ass whooped. Ain’t that something? We had only just recently met and had just started sort of dating.
So I was due to compete in an Underground MMA fight and I invited her to come watch because I thought it would be kind of a cool experience for her. I didn’t expect that she’d see me get my ass kicked. I was supposed to fight someone at my level, but he didn’t show. My replacement opponent was significantly more skilled and experienced than I was.
So yeah, my whole team came, my then girlfriend came, and so did a few of my other lady friends. They all saw me thoroughly get my ass whooped by my man Andrew Montanez.
This was my first and only Underground MMA fight in NYC. I didn’t continue competing because I didn’t have the will to hurt my opponents and they very much had the will to hurt me. I realized that as I fought Andrew, I treated it more like casual light sparring at the gym. I had no fire, no bad intentions, no will to crush him. I was just moving around casually, like it’s all goodie.
Andrew on the other hand, he came to get a win and he handled his business. That’s when I knew this wasn’t something I should be doing unless I got really, really serious about beating someone’s ass. It’s just not in my nature, I’ve spent my whole life avoiding fights. I couldn’t really do it for fun. There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just not something that I have inside of me.
I know I can fight if I need to protect myself or my loved ones, but I’m just not built to do it for sport. Knowing this, I saw no point in continuing and just being a punching bag for my opponents while risking a serious injury in the process. MMA fights are no joke, some of these guys are beasts and they will severely injure you. Thankfully, I didn’t get hurt too bad fighting Andrew, just a few bumps and bruises. It could have been way worse for me.
All that being said, I’m glad I got to experience this and that I was able to experience the real underground fight scene before it was legalized in NYC. There aren’t too many people who can say, “Yeah, I fought in the real fight club.” Win or lose, I am one of them. I fought in the real fight club.
Bronx Raised Puerto Rican who dances in pink tights! Please note the date on a post, over the years my views have evolved. I’ve kept my old articles to show my growth. I started on the left, then went slightly to the right, I went solo and then back to the left. It’s all about growth and progress. We live, we learn, we grow. Peace and love.