Congrats to our MMT community members Rockintaco and Matt Lucas on their fights this past weekend. I know a lot of our members fight, so if you’ve got a fight coming up and you want me to plug it, drop me an email. This post is by Matt, if you remember he did a post for us on his fight in Pattaya. Enjoy.
By Matt Lucas
He gave me a hungry look. A carnivorously hungry look. I wondered if he had practiced it in the mirror before the bout, maybe it was part of his regular exercise regime, I thought as the referee gave us our last second instructions.
My Muay Thai.com members: Rockintaco & Matt “Devil Eyes” Lucas
I was hungry the day before. I woke up at 7:40 am with a few pounds ofanxiety weighing on my brain and sadly my body. Slipping on my sauna suit, a hoodie, and some sweat pants I went out on a morning jog. The
goal was to cut out a few pounds to make the night weigh in. The run was mundane, not sweaty enough, and full of worry. As my feet hit the pavement, small bits of sweat created lakes in the arms of my plastic
suit, my mind felt like a sixteen year old girl with an eating disorder.It kept running over and over the same thought, “I’m too fat.”
My arrival at home was accompanied by a saving phone call from my friend James. He let me into the local YMCA prior to work. I arrived there hurriedly. Shaking off my clothes I ran into the sauna. The sauna was
occupied by two older and naked men when. Both looked bestial, their bodies covered with hair, their genitalia laying limp in the their laps, their body folded onto itself due to fat. My sense of modesty was much higher than my two companions, my body was covered in shorts and undergarments. After twenty minutes one of the men was replaced by a small asian man. The asian man flapped his penis about and spread his legs wide in front of us all showing off his flacid member. My eyes averted themselves, while his seemed to leer into my skin. I shuddered and asked myself once again for the millionth time, “Why am I doing this?”
Matt “Plum Koh”
I got out of the sauna and weighed myself. I’d almost hit the mark and went off to work slightly relieved, a relief that was still wrought with emotional turmoil. The weigh ins were at 5 and I worked til then. My hope
was that a coworker would come in early. I texted him, texted him again, and was on the verge of screaming his name in the street until my lungs bled when he came in. My day had been spent without food or drink. It was spent in emotional disquiet that was like a machine gun of thunder claps next to the ear. Tong, Coke, and I went to the weigh ins where I successfully hit my mark. I gorged myself with food and drink. The weight that I had dropped off my body was quickly replinshed.
The next day was filled with boredom. The feeling that somewhere something was going on, something was going to happen, but at the moment feeling that life was going absolutely nowhere. Mailer’s comments on
boredom in “The Fight,” are accurate; “… fighters live in dimensions of boredom others do not begin to contemplate. Fighters are supposed to. The boredom creates an impatience with one’s life, and a violence to improve it. Boredom creates a detastation for losing.” I napped, ate and watched a boxing movie with Josh Harnett and Samuel L. Jackson. It was amusing to see Harnett cry and Jackson to speak in a falsetto. Tong, Coke and I made it to the premeeting an hour late, which was an hour before it occurred.
The first bout of the night on the card ended early. The red fighter threw a good heavy shot on the blue fighter. The blue fighter got an eight count and miscommunicated with the referee ending the fight early.
I was getting my hands wrapped up by Coke when the blue corner fighter came into the locker room. His corner admonished him for his lack of properly communicating with the referee but also gave him some leeway for not knowing better. It was a lesson in both accepting the personal responsibility in fighting, but also in knowing that one’s fate lies in the hands of others as well. The referee could have acknowledged that the fighter was okay after all. There is a; “Red-blooded convention (that) treats boxing as a matter of one fighter asserting himself forcefully over another, but boxing is just as much a matter of accepting that what
you become rests in the hands of others. Or in the hands of orchestrated circumstance… (Cut Time page 49,50)”
rockintaco in the heat of battle
When my hands were wrapped I got to see Rockintaco’s bout. Rockintaco inhis nice light blue Ingram gym shorts (perhaps another reason I gave himsome credence) dominated his bout with excellent technique. He was a bit bouncy, but for a first time fighter he looked terrific technically, and more savvy in the ring than other artisans of the craft.
My bout came a few matches later. My corner dumped on more words of wisdom and encouragement before my bout started. I marched behind Coke, my muay thai trainer into the ring. He held down the ropes and my
opponent gave me that hungry look.
The first round, resembled the future rounds more than one drop of water resembles another. We momtarily disengaged then we were in the clinch. Half the time the clinch was intiated by my opponent (much to my surprise), and the other half was brought forth by myself not only because I’m good in the clinch but also as a way to negate his punches. I threw some decent knees in the first round. My opponent won the second
round, and the third was a bit of a blur. Its funny how little one thinks in six minutes considering all the activity. I thought in the midst of the first round one clear thought; “I’m fighting.” In the end I lost by unamious descion. I wasn’t too surprised my opponent had touched me more, yet I felt I’d done more damage, especially in the clinch. The judges are american, and are boxing judges. The emphasis is
placed on activity, on the number of blows not the amount of damage. I shrugged and held me head up. There’s much more courage needed in loss than there is in winning. Later in the evening Tong and I were hobbling to the O-Zone a thai restaurant and dance club in the tenderloin. We looked at each other and
said aloud “Why is it we do this again?”