It's real.

I had my first "official" fight night.

It was totally unsanctioned and unsupervised, but we had our shit together, had our rule set, our refs, our medical equipment, etc.

I fought twice.

The first guy, I've wanted to kick the shit out of for a long time.

I made him tap within the first 45 seconds. Armbar.
I used those 45 seconds to walk him into the corner, land a couple body shots, and he took me to the ground which was his biggest mistake. He had a chance standing up, he has a lot of power. But he has no ground training.

My second fight, I went 3 rounds and it went to decision.
This guy, was probably the only guy I saw as a legitimate threat and challenge to me.
I thoroughly got my ass beat. He landed clean shots directly on my jaw at least 10 times throughout those 9 minutes, but I never even stumbled and kept coming after him. I almost had him submitted a couple times too.
I lost that decision.

I walked out of that with a mild concussion and a fractured middle knuckle on my right hand and got damn was I fucking excited to be dizzy and slurring my words and vomiting because god damn it now it's official.

This is what I want to do with my life. I know for certain now.

This is my dream.

And I'm taking it to the top of the world.