Published Feb 8, 2009
Call me bloodthirsty. Some years ago — back in junior high and high school — I took Tae Kwon Do, and sparred regularly. It was a way of driving off the introvert shyness, and learning action and control. When I started taking Krav Maga; and, for that matter, when I see the UFC or something on TV — that makes me miss fighting. When the Krav studio I go to announced that, henceforth, graduates of the Fight class would fight in front of an audience, well, I sure wanted to be part of that audience, as did the AIG. So, towards Santa Monica with us!
There were six fights, each matching two people of about the same size and experience level, except for the one that matched a 6’2” guy against a 5’6” one. (The big guy didn’t like getting hit so the little guy was able to work his way in and do damage and come out with the win.) Surprisingly for a bunch of amateurs in their first fights, every scrap was great! There was tons of action:
Big punches — including a couple of TKOs:
Kicks, their impact echoing through the venue:
Ground work, with everything from scrambles to mounted ground-and-pound:
A moderate amount of blood:
An exhibition featuring World Champion Kickboxer Roxy Balboa and pro fighter Markus Kowal (hint to the viewer: stay away from Muay Thai knees!):
They even had ring girls!
So, if I know you personally, expect an invite to the next Fight Night. And expect that, sometime in the next year or so, you’ll get an invite to my fight at Fight Night.
I soooo can’t wait to see you fight…and I promise to stay in my seat and not join in to help beat up your opponent, no matter how very tempting that would be.