This Is NOT A Fairytale

A new world

After doing weightlifting for about half a year, 6 days a week with at least 5 hours of training per day, I got in shape, real good shape. I was muscular, my muscles were full. Wherever I go I would draw attention, people would ask if I was hitting the gym regularly. With how my body progressing, I knew that I would do well in sports and wanted to use my body to earn a living, to be an athlete as my career, specifically a fighter. So after giving up on my dreams to join WWE, I wanted to do something that's similar but real.

One day as I was browsing the net, most probably Facebook, I came across Mixed Martial Arts and I was intrigued by it and did some research on it and found that its basically like a streetfight but with martial arts involved. The fight doesn't stop even when both fighters are on the ground and that there are 3 main parts of a fight, standup fighting, clinching and ground fighting. So in order to fight effectively in each aspects of the 3 main part of a fight, a mixture of the most effective martial arts are being used. There are and still are Boxing, Muay Thai, Brazillain Jiu Jitsu and Wrestling.

I was searching on the net for MMA gyms to join where i can learn the art, it was then when one of my classmates in school introduced me to one where his elder brother was training at.

Before I'm able to attend my first class, I had to figure out how to get there. It was then when I had to taught myself how to be independent from figuring out the bus and train routes to the directions to the gym after alighting and not to reply on others, not like I had any.

During my first MMA class at the gym, I was taught grappling basically No Gi BJJ. It was my first time experiencing something that was fun and out of my zone while at the same time dangerous. I was ADDICTED to it.

I remember I would immediately rush home so that i could watch fights on ESPN or some other sports channel. I loved watching the heavyweight division, back then Brock Lesnar was the UFC champ, I would watch him fight against other top contender like Frank Mir, Cain Velasquez, Randy Couture and Shane Carwin.

Everyday after school, I wasred no time and rushed to the bus stop to catch the bus home. Shove lunch down my throat and off I go in order to make it in time for training.

After training for a while, I became relativly good at it as I was attending training regularly. But an inevitable injury soon came. My left arm was caught in an armbar while my right arm was trapped under, unable to tap, I had to shout "give up!" Repeatedly before I was release. But it was too late, my left elbow suffered a severe injury from hyperextension. People who were watching my sparring session said that they saw my bones protruding out from the front of my elbow. What's worse was that none of the instructors watching bothered to stop the match, instead they just talked about how badly my arm was hyperextended after it was stopped.

After a few months of training, I was taught nothing other than grappling and apparently in order to learn striking I had to join either the boxing class or the muay thai class. I felt like as if I was blamed for not attending boxing or muay thai class, who would have thought that MMA class only teaches grappling? But I was fine with only doing grappling at the time, since it is part of MMA and I had to do it anyway.

About half a year later, I decided it was time to leave as, I quickly realised that the instructors in the gym execpt for the muay thai instructor, were all with unknown background with limited knowledge. And as time goes by techniques that were taught in class became repetitive. Furthermore, the gym favoured coloured people and were racist against the rest. One of the instructor was even spewing vulgarities in and out of the gym and the gym's competition team basically made up of only coloured people.