14 seconds. that's how long it took alex to pummel him. his name was john, and he was chubby. when he stepped into the ring he looked like a scared rabbit, and that he'd rather just go home and watch seinfeld re-runs. the ref brought them together and said quiet words, and then it started. they hopped around oddly for a few seconds, and then alex took his first swing at him. (if i knew really technical mma terms, i'd use them now. but i don't.) they exchanged a few punches, and then john fell into alex, and alex took him to the ground. with john laying next to him, alex punched him in the face a few times. he looked up at the ref to see if he was going to stop him, but he wasn't. alex then punched john about six more times, and during this punching, the ref tackled alex weirdly. i guess they let them go as long as possible before stopping them. alex, with an extreme excess of adrenaline and testosterone running through his veins, hopped weirdly around the cage screaming weird things. after that was when the cheesy part happened, and the ref held up alex's arm, and john looked dead. it looked like john was missing a chunk of his eyebrow and had a bloody nose. alex escaped unscathed, except for two jammed fingers (from punching the other guy so hard). we left around the time john left, and i barely recognized him. his head was wrapped up with bandages, and he looked like he had gotten into a serious accident or something. i felt really bad for him. i don't really understand the desire to hurt someone like that.
i was sitting next to alex's mom for his fight, and she was really nervous. this did not, however, keep her from being funny. she got out her camera, and, with a really sarcastic happy voice, uttered the quote of the night:
"well, these will be great pictures for the scrapbook!"
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