No, I didn’t jump into a cage and duke it out with spike-haired lady wrestler. (I had to clarify that for those of you who know I’ll jump in and do almost anything in the name of participatory research). No, I was a spectator only. Honestly, watching men beat each other up has never been high on my list of desirable activities. When my father used to watch boxing on TV, I would leave the room. When I went to my husband’s T’ai Kwan Do black belt test, I had to close my eyes during the sparring. Even the promo ads for Tap Out totally turned me off. It all seemed so … unsavory. And stupid. These guys risk serious head injuries every time they step into a ring (or cage).
But, for some reason, I decided to make the hero of one of my books a serious MMA competitor. He needed a secret life, and that was what I chose. So I needed to do some serious research. My generous husband offered to take me to a live event (even the cheap tickets were $40 a pop). So off we went last night to a Fight Club OC (Orange County) show.
We sat through seven matches. Most of them were boxing, which I found rather boring (and the other audience members didn’t seem very involved, either.) But when the first MMA event started, the crowd came alive. We happened to be sitting next to the cheering section for a guy named Luis, so we got into the spirit of it and cheered for him, too. (My husband was yelling advice to him, like “Get in closer!”) The two booze hounds sitting on the other side of us seemed more interested in getting smashed and taking pictures of the Hooters Girls and the bikini-clad ringside girls (you know, the ones who hold up the signs announcing which round is coming up.
I have to say, I rather enjoyed the MMA (although I did not enjoy it when one guy got knocked out–literally. THEY SHOULD WEAR PROTECTIVE GEAR ON THEIR HEADS). I like all the different strategies they can use, from striking to take-downs to grappling. The event was very orderly and civilized. I guess I was expecting something closer to “professional” wrestling, with showmanship and costumes and such. But it really was more about athletic skill.
I liked it enough that I might go back. Or maybe I’ll sign up for those Jiu jitsu classes I see advertised all the time!
Here’s my latest word count; moving forward slightly! Yay!
15244 / 65000 words. 23% done!