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I went to the Suffer System corner, where the other guys from my gym were sitting with Beata. One of the guys turned to us and said, “Oh shit, look at that guy!” as he pointed to my opponent. I rolled my eyes and told them he was my opponent, as they all laughed in a stressful manner, probably fearing for my safety. I wouldn’t let him get in my head any longer, and I sat there trying to conserve my energy taking deep breaths. They then made the official announcements for the start of the fights. Just like that, the first match was over, and I had no idea when it even started. My opponent had these big bamboo-style drums that he would bang on instead of the traditional Thai music. “Great, the guy not only looks like Rob Zombie on steroids but he’s also some Amazonian,” I chuckled to the guys. But, I was hoping that he was wasting needed energy for the fight and that it would work in my favor as he beat the drums mercilessly.

The third fight showcased my novice friends. As our coaches were not present, the leftover Suffer System guys went to the corner. I helped get the gloves on him and reiterated “Stay calm and kick ass bro; it’s all you,” as he pumped himself up in his corner. The fight started, and they went at each other like wild animals. Both being lightweights at 150 pounds, they had plenty of energy to burn. It seemed as if all technique went out the window and all that remained were wild round hooks and overhands. It was an old style barn-burner to say the least, and once the first three-minute round had concluded, both practitioners were drained of energy.