So, the time has come for my fifth amateur Muay Thai fight. Although, it might be considered my fourth since my most recent one was technically fought as an exhibition bout because my opponent stepped on the scales outweighing me by a whopping thirteen pounds. My "official" record currently stands at 2-0-1 draw, though if you count the exhibition it should be 3-0-1 draw.
The draw I have on my record was my first fight. It was caused by a plethora of me doing things wrong. Wrong idea, wrong attitude, wrong expectations. I over-thought my every move, forgot to relax, forgot to just fight. I lost the first round, started to put it together in round two, and when I realized I was behind in the third round, I dominated. I was so exhausted by the end of the fight, I couldn't even force myself to care whether I won or lost. When they announced that the judges had scored it as a draw, I was just relieved not to have my first fight as a loss. As I walked away from the ring however, terrible thoughts flooded my mind. "What a bad performance, maybe I'm not good enough, maybe I shouldn't be doing this" was all I could think. Then people started coming up to me, "Awesome fight dude!" and "Man, I thought you won it!" was all I heard. One of the judges approached me and told me he scored the fight as a victory for me and said I would go far in this sport. I figured I'd give it another go.
My second fight came about a month later. It was much closer to my home than the first, so my Dad and a few friends came out to watch. My attitude was completely different for this one. I wasn't too concerned about winning or losing, but simply performing at my best and leaving everything I had in the ring. My opponent was bigger than me, taller, heavier. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. My plan was to do as much physical damage to him as possible regardless of what he did to me. During the fight, I didn't know whether I was winning or losing. I didn't even know what round it was. I ended up getting a TKO victory early in round three. Words cannot possibly describe how good that feels.
My third fight was, without a doubt, the toughest I've had so far. I entered the fight with a broken right tibia (I have the x-rays to prove it). My opponent was once again a larger guy than me. He was muscular, ripped, I could tell he was a stud athlete just by looking at him. I felt like I was probably going to lose, so I might as well just give it everything I've got. I was already injured, so it didn't really matter if I got hurt, right? He was as much of a stud athlete as I thought he was, he slipped my punches and landed bombs. He circled the ring and landed heavy, precise shots. I just kept pressuring him and kept attacking, no respect for his power. He started to wilt, I was landing more and more, I was too tough for him. I knew I won before they even announced it. Unanimous decision victory for me.
Now, my fourth fight is where things get weird. As I mentioned it was fought as an exhibition match due to my opponent weighing thirteen pounds more than me, and essentially refusing to lose any weight. The event I fought at was about four hours from my house, and was supposed to be a mixed event of both boxing and kickboxing matches. Apparently all of the other kickboxing matches fell off one way or another, leaving me and my opponent as the only kickboxers there. The promoter said the commission wouldn't allow more than a five pound difference between fighters, I told him I didn't care, I'm fighting. He said they could do it as an exhibition, but it wouldn't count on my record. Whatever, I drove four hours to fight, I'm fighting. When I entered the ring, the referee asked me if we were throwing kicks and then informed me that he didn't even know there were kickboxing matches tonight. He was also apparently unaware that we were doing an exhibition simply as a loophole to bypass the commissions five pound rule, and thought that we were doing some sort of non-full-contact match. To make things worse, he had no idea what Muay Thai rules were. He broke the clinch up constantly, he broke us apart to tell us to lighten up (as he thought it was non-full-contact or something), and it was just an ugly mess of a fight. I had trouble finding my range, my opponent was an awkward fighter, and the referee's constant interference made it impossible to get in the groove of the fight. There were times I had my opponent doubled-over against the ropes as I was about to unleash hell on his face, and the ref decides to step in and break us apart. At the end, as I awaited the judges decision... There was nothing. No winner, no loser. Nothing. The judges didn't even score the match because it was an exhibition. Still, my coach told me I won. Other people told me I won. My opponent told me I almost knocked him out at the very end of the fight. So, I figured it's an unofficial victory on my part.
Now, I've got my next fight coming up on Sunday (November, 3rd). I've had a few fights fall through between my last one and now, so I'm excited to get back in the ring. I feel well prepared as always, despite getting sick a couple of times and having some spinal issues. If anyone's interested, I'll do another write up after my fight and let everyone know how it goes.
... Lets Mutherfukers!!