(This
is part 9 of this series. If you haven't seen part 8 it can be found here.)
Okay, so I get called to fight. Now,
I am feeling really confident. The match starts and within 20 seconds I get a
standing guillotine, but Victor Estima, who was the referee, stops the match
and gives me a warning, as it was a neck crank. Really, I had no idea that was
illegal, as I didn't fully know the rules.
So the match restarts and I attempt
to get a foot sweep. After a few botched attempts I finally get it and
land straight into side control. I didn't have much success with double
leg take downs in my previous competition history so I didn't want to take
the chance and attempt one.
Now that I am in side
control I could use my weight as a bit of an advantage (back in the day I was a
little chubby). When I was younger, for whatever reason I loved to do
the cross face choke (I think that's what it’s called).
Basically, I put the blade of my forearm across their throat and apply
pressure. Still to this day I don't know why I liked this choke so
much, I mean it sucked! It was just so sloppy and untechnical, but to me
as a thirteen year old it was the greatest submission on the planet.
It was whilst in side
control trying to apply my crappy ass choke that I discovered
something peculiar about the score board. I looked up and could see I was
winning 5-0, but next to the five were numbers in red. Obviously, I now know
they were advantages, but since I didn't know the rules, I
thought they were negative points (for no other reason than they were the
colour red). I just couldn't understand why he kept giving me negative points.
I thought maybe it was because of the cross face, but honestly I didn't
know.
Whilst distracting
him with the cross face I transitioned straight into mount, and
shortly after the match ended. I win 9-0. I think the time limit was only three
minutes, but it might have been four, I can't really remember, but it felt like
forever. I also remember being just flat out exhausted! It could have
been just a big adrenaline dump or the fact that I was fat or maybe a
combination of the two.
Now, the second fight
was kind or boring, as nothing really happened. It was pretty much a pushing
competition on the feet for 95% of the fight and near the end I somehow bullied
the guy to the ground to achieve two points and win the match.
The third round (or semifinal)
was the most memorable fight of the competition for me, and was the first time I
ever submitted somebody in a competition. When the match starts, I try
my foot sweep again which I must have tried dozens of times throughout the
competition by this point and ultimately, they all failed. Then out of the
blue, the guy shoots a double on me and I panic. I try to sprawl but it was too
late and in my sense of panic we somehow end up in a scramble and I bully my
way to the top.
I land in half guard
with only my foot stuck inside. After a few seconds I manage to free my foot
and get into side control. By this point everything is going 100 MPH, and it’s
all just one complete blur. For some reason, I was so desperate to get into
mount and in the process I get reversed and now the guy is in my guard. Oh
s***!
Back in the day, my
guard wasn't the best to say the least and pretty much the guy opened my guard
in around 10 seconds and from there tried to pass. Now, at this point I know if
the guy passes I'm pretty much screwed and there would be no way I would be
able to escape. So out of desperation I immediately shoot up for a
triangle and lock it in. After a few seconds the guy taps. I must say at this
point I was pretty ecstatic!
So that was it! I had
made it all the way to the final. And my final match would be against the
orange belt who I mentioned in the previous part. He pretty much wrecked
everybody in under a minute on his way to the final but I was determined this
wasn't going to happen to this fat kid from Skewen.
I said before when I
started the competition I was feeling confident, but now I was nervous, and I
mean REALLY nervous. But what did I have to lose? Nothing! All I had to do was
go out there and showcase my Jiu-Jitsu (which wasn't very much), but my
Jiu-Jitsu got me this far, so you never know I might even win, but if I didn’t
get submitted in thirty seconds that would also be an accomplishment.
The final was here!
The referee for the final was Otavio Sousa but at the time I had no idea
who he was. To me he was just a tanned guy wearing a cap.
Straight off the bat the
guy pulls guard on me, and you never guess what happens? I get arm
barred in thirty seconds. Honestly, as soon as he pulled guard on me
I knew I was screwed. He was just so much better than me.
So that was it... I had
lost in the final AGAIN! However, I wasn't that disappointed. I mean I beat
three guys, submitting one of them and made it all the way to the final.
I didn't care about the gold medal; the experience was a thousand times
better than that.
After this day a lot of
stuff changed. Probably the biggest thing was I started to become a guard
player. All I wanted to do now was get better and carry on the journey.
I hope you guys enjoyed
this part of 'My Jiu-Jitsu Journey', and part 10 will be published soon.
Catch you later,
Giordano