I know I declared in my About Page that I wouldn’t be dissecting MMA fights and fighters but I don’t think this experience qualifies; before I came to UBC I once sparred with this guy named Andy Wang. Andy Wang has a black belt in Brazillian Jiu-Jitsu and is a professional MMA fighter, I sparred him when I was 19 years old at a gym called BXFusion in Beijing, China.
Back in Beijing the people I trained with never really developed the habit of sparring with headgear and as a result neither did I; all we wore for protection (when we sparred boxing) was the standard 16 oz boxing gloves and a mouth guard. The rationale for not wearing the head protection was that it is a lot easier to move your head and slip punches without it. Most people at the gym didn’t have their own headgear so if anyone wished to wear one they had to use the ones belonging to the gym, which were disgusting because they were bloody, sweaty and stinky (the policy to clean them after use never materialized).
Due to the fact that people sparred in the gym without headgear, everyone accepted the rule to not emphasize hard punches on their opponent’s head; which makes sense because sparring is a semi-different concept from actual fighting. The emphasis on sparring is always to focus on technique, form and getting used to moving around with another human being, NOT TO STICK YOUR BUDDY INTO A FUCKING EMERGENCY ROOM.
This asshole Andy Wang (a professional fighter who wasn’t even a member of the gym only showed up to better his boxing ability with my trainer Ryan Willis) waltzed on in, gets into the first sparring match he is assigned, with me (the first kid he sees) and actively attempts to fucking knock me out. Andy is about my height, which means his reach is roughly the same as mine but he was obviously a lot heavier; I’m not sure exactly how much he weighed but I was only 59 kilograms at the time, he was roughly around 75. We begin sparring, I jab, he jabs, I’m thinking:
“Move around he’s a lot bigger, go light and avoid all his punches”
That was the type of thinking that led me to catch the heaviest flurry of punches I’ve ever endured, but at the same time was an excellent learning experience for me. Despite my use of language in describing the motherfucker I actually really appreciate all the punches he threw and landed. Through that 3 round sparring session I realized the importance of the combined efforts of foot work and head, body movement; and that if I were to plant my feet and only move my head, body then I would have to simultaneously and effectively counter my opponent’s every punch.
Yes, I did take a lot of heavy punches from that head-hunting douche bag.
Yes, I did have a severe post sparring/fight concussion lasting around 2.5 weeks.
No, I didn’t get knocked out or even knocked down because I’m as tough as a beam of steel but it did hurt and my head has never felt the same after those punches.
This is a link to my buddy Andy crying after some loss on The Ultimate Fighter:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZ76VkRe-gA
I’m shocked to find so many YouTube videos of Andy, we don’t have YouTube in China so I only found these after I came to UBC.
Search: Andy Wang, The Ultimate Fighter