Here's the video of what I was talking about
I'm the tall guy. I don't know for sure if my opponent was on something or not, but he was as strong as a horse. On the audio, some guy says "a lot more muscle on that one guy." He wasn't talking about me. Imagine the strongest guy you know grabbing your head and trying to rip it off...in front of a thousand people. I took the whole round to get there, but I did end up on top of him.
The link above is round one. I eventually lost by decision. In round two, I got blinded by the lights, and he hit me so hard on the side of my head that I still have the lump. I can feel it right now. It gave me a bad concussion, and a wicked attitude, call it self-preservation. I pinned him in an oma plata, and instead of finishing the move, hammer-fisted his kidneys. I would be happy to live the rest of my life without ever beating on another person like that again. Just the sound is gross. I could hear girls in the audience screaming
ew! ew! ewww! because they were grossed out by the sound of me beating on him.
That fight was like a near-death experience for both of us. At the end of round 3, I had him in a triangle, and he was slowly passing out. His corner was yelling
ya ok! ya ok! to tell him to not tap. He started to fall like a chopped tree, and then the final bell rang.
The ref grabbed both of us by the wrist so we couldn't go anywhere. My opponent said to the ref, "Why can't I go?" From my perspective, the cage was on hydraulics and it kept lifting up from side to side. If you have seen a fighter sway on his feet after getting hit, he's not swaying. It's the stupid ground that keeps moving. Both of us were barely able to keep it together for the formality of him being announced the winner. We both made it backstage before collapsing. He was whining to his dad about his ribs, but I was in worse shape, lying on the bathroom floor and puking occasionally. His dad came over and tried to talk to the first guy who had ever given his son a real fight. but I was too messed up to talk. About two hours later, I was able to walk again. My gf said I was an assh0le after the fight, but that is another side effect of having a concussion.
That experience probably shaved a few years off the ole life expectancy, but fvck it, I don't want to die without any scars.