August 14th, Simon Ha's funeral service, which I shan't dwell on for too long, except that it was sad, but I'm very glad he accepted Christ as his Lord and Saviour in the end. After the funeral we went back to the Ha's house for what I like to call the after-funeral party, just because it was so laid back, with food and drink and socialising it just felt like a mini party. Anyway, in the previous few weeks there were talks of me fighting Dewey Griffin, who has been wanting to fight me for a while and what better time to fight than after a funeral. I accepted his challenge and we both took our shoes and socks off, got our fancy shirts off so they wouldn't get dirtied (I had a singlet type thing on underneath), got my gloves on and got ready. With a crowd of well dressed people I didn't want to look bad, but didn't know how things were going to work. I knew Dewey had flexibility of gymnastic proportions and could kick faster than I could punch, but I just didn't know how hard we were going to go...until he kicked me in the leg.
From then on it was basically me trying to punch him, but not in the head because of the no head shot rule, which I found hard because I was taller than him, and needed to reach lower to punch him, leaving me open to get kicked, which I got a lot of. Also, having not sparred in over a month I wasn't doing very good in the standup exchange, so if anything Dewey looked a lot better fighting me when we were trading kicks and punches.
After he axe-kicked me in the chest, which didn't hurt, but provided a nice thud to make the crowd go "oooh", I decided to try take the fight to where I would dominate, that is, the ground. So we took each other down, and ever so slippery like a snake Dewey managed to get on top, and mounted me and began raining down punches on my head, though lightly, the referee Adam stopped the fight as there were to be no headshots. I remembered at this time how tired I was, and how much I wanted to rest, the adrenaline must've got to me, but there was no rest to be had. With the intent to keep the fight on the ground I took off my gloves, no longer needing them, and so did Dewey, despite my telling him he didn't need to, but he didn't hear me. We locked up again and I found myself on my back, but this time I had Dewey in my guard, and in my legs were wrapped around him, protecting me from his attacks, this was where I worked best and due to his inexperience with Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) I locked a Triangle hold on him, which was basically my legs wrapped around his head and one of his arms, choking him slowly, however it didn't seem to be on tight enough so I tried to go for an arm bar instead, but soon found that wasn't working (I haven't yet gotten an arm bar on anyone in training), I then attempted to transition to an Omoplata, which is a shoulder lock but having never really pulled the move off before Dewey squirmed out and we started again. Eventually we locked up and I caught Dewey in a Guillotine, which sounds like what it does, my arm was wrapped around Dewey's head with my forearm in his neck, my legs were wrapped around him and then I slowly began to tighten and pull, cutting off his head so to say, forcing the submission, and rendering us both extremely tired. I got up and found a cut on my arm, most likely from rolling onto the concrete, which was nothing really. My other elbow suffered a grazing, which was a bit more painful, especially when you apply water to it, you know the feeling.
So I won in the end, in what was a fun fight. And now I face my next challenge, that being Andrew Ha, where I feel I have a losing chance, if only because he has the strength advantage. It's such a shame I never got to wrestle with Simon Ha though, because that was something I really wanted to do at some point, but I guess that'll have to wait until we get to heaven. In the mean time, his brothers will do.
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