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For background I have been a Stoolie for years and watched countless RNRs.
There are very few rules and maximum chaos.
In August, I was doing everything I could to get a job at Barstool.
Basically, my offer was intended as a bluff to make myself look good.
I DMd Big Cat offering to fight and he responded 8 minutes later, I think this could work.
It is a heavenly feeling, but only attained by first experiencing the hell-ish lead up.
When I got to West Virginia, I was loaded with anxiety.
I had never fought in or outside of the ring and hardly made it in time for weigh in.
It was awkward as fuck.
I was sitting there quietly the moment I saw Spencer walk in.
He seemed very confident and something in my brain turned violent.
It dawned on me that this dude thought he was going to kick my ass.
When we squared off at weigh in his arrogance was palpable.
I could sense he didnt respect me or the potential power I could put behind a punch.
I tried to think positively as I laid awake in my hotel room that night.
My positive mindset was morphing into unmitigated violence.
I wasnt going to win with boxing skills, I needed to rely on blunt force trauma.
I woke up on fight day pulsating with adrenaline.
The worst messages I received were notes from friends that said things like Be careful or Dont Get Hurt.
These messages arent helpful before war.
Those messages were appreciated.
When you dont have a trainer or corner team, you have to figure it out yourself.
This is the case for a lot of RNR warriors, who just sign up ready for blood.
When I arrived at the arena, the isolation of fighting set in.
I stretched, hydrated, and put my phone away for good about an hour before the event started.
I was shadowboxing like Rocky Balboa, with no clue how much warming up was too much.
I think I was fight 14, which meant watching 13 fights from the back before going out.
There were knockouts, torn shoulders, and lots of blood before my time came.
By fight ten, I felt like I was back in the plane taking off before skydiving.
Everything was getting very real and there was no turning back.
During fight 13, Frank came to the back to walk out with me.
Frank smiled and nodded, Indeed.
I hit terminal velocity about 10 seconds into the fight.
When I heard the bell I moved forward awkwardly with my hands up but didnt really throw a punch.
I loaded up my rage and landed a flush right that dropped Spencer like a bag of dirt.
He was definitely caught off guard.
To his credit, he got up and kept fighting.
Frank and I embraced equally overwhelmed with delight and relief.
I was incoherent after the win, with my adrenaline still raging.
There is nothing in this world more electric than winning a RNR fight via knockout.
Every fighter willing to get in the ring and fight inherently deserves respect.
RNR fighters are unique because they arent professionals looking for a big payday.
They are in it for the love of bloodbaths.
It is raw, authentic, primal Barstool at its best.
Anything is possible and often the unthinkable occurs.
Frank and I are here in Providence for RNR 23, with a stable of fighters we are supporting.
I have endless respect for every soul who steps in the ring and finds their terminal velocity.
Man in the arena is real and perhaps most real in combat sports.
And RNR24 this Friday night will be no different.
Truly living the dream and just getting started.
