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November 22, 2020 RCF 87 official weight.
All 20 players participating in the competition passed the weigh-in without incident.
The weight cutoff for RCF middleweight is 85kg.
Mugyeol had to lose 5kg, but the weight loss went smoothly because there was still some amount of fat and water to be removed.
“Middleweight Cha 85 kg. Weigh-in!”
Moogyeol, who passed the weigh-in in line with the weight limit, raised both arms upwards with a confident smile.
“Oh oh-.”
From the trapezius deltoid muscle to the thick chest and back drum-like core to the solid lower body.
Reporters exclaimed at his flawless physical, which was incomparably better than a few months ago.
“Cha Moo-gyeol made the body properly.”
“Does it seem like you’ve gotten bigger than when you were a real fighter?”
“The core barrel was originally good, but the back is definitely thicker.”
“Look at the quadriceps too. Definition is awesome. You made it right from the bottom.”
Kang Hye-min and Han Ki-joo, who visited the gymnasium, were equally admiring the flawless body.
“Senior Mugyeol is tired?”
“Whoa… it’s beautiful. My heart is pounding.”
“yes? No, your eyes are too bright.”
“How can I not be thrilled when I see a body like that?”
“Did you like that kind of senior?”
“taste? What are you talking about.”
“No matter how sniper he is, Mugyeol is still a high school student. Please restrain yourself.”
“What bullshit, dude. I was just saying that the body that the athletes shed blood and sweat is beautiful! Just for this one match! How sublime.”
“aha.”
“Look at that thick back. Aren’t you thrilled just thinking about how strong the punch will be?”
“aha…?”
“What about the trunk-like lower body? Kick power will be awesome too, right? Aren’t you excited?”
“Senior, that sounds like a bit of a pervert.”
“Be quiet and look straight at the next weigh-in.”
After Moogyeol finished the weigh-in, Chae Won-gi stood on top of the scale.
“Chaewongi 85kg. Weigh-in!”
As with no results, the weigh-in passed with the 85 kg limit.
“OMG-!”
After finishing the weigh-in, Chae Won-ki showed off his upper body muscles with a powerful shout.
It was also flawless, but Chae Won-ki also made a great physical.
“Oh, that’s powerful.”
“I know. Chae Won-gi’s bicep has improved a lot compared to the last competition.”
“Hmm, should I say that my punching power has improved?”
“well. Of course, it wouldn’t have an impact on punching power, but that probably wasn’t the main purpose.”
“sure?”
“You try to make bicep curls now.”
“Biceps?”
Han Gi-joo trembled as he folded his arms in front of Kang Hye-min’s words.
“Suck-! Like this!? How is it? You look like you have biceps!?”
“Eh, I’m trying. So, what kind of arm muscles do you need to hit the keyboard?”
“Paha-.”
Exhausted, Han Ki-joo let go of the breath he had been holding back and let his shoulders hang down like a deflated balloon.
“Oh, it’s hard. But why are my biceps all of a sudden?”
“look. Even if I don’t have muscles like you, I knew I had to fold my arms to use my biceps.”
“Yes.”
“By the way, punching is a movement where you straighten your arm, not fold it, right?”
“Oh, I see.”
“So, the development of the biceps is not punching, but a lot of training to fold your arms into a grip or hold something firmly.”
“Oh oh.”
“So you’d be more focused on training like wrestling or the submission catch clinch.”
“I wouldn’t have been able to go to see martial arts without my seniors.”
“I didn’t even know everything from the beginning.”
“Did you come to realize it naturally after indulging in the bodies of men who are having a fight?”
“This kid is real.”
“Keuhuk senior! What if I get a knee kick in the vitals!”
While Kang Hye-min and Han Ki-joo were bickering, Moo-kyul and Chae Won-ki faced each other in the middle of the stage.
A ritual to face each other after the weigh-in the day before the match and strengthen the fighting spirit.
At this moment, also called ‘face-off’, many players provoke their opponents and raise the heat before the match.
However, between Moo-gyeol and Chae Won-gi, tension was already high without any special provocation.
Click click -.
The two people who took a fighting pose glared at each other amidst the sound of flashes and shutters.
Unlike Moo-gyeol, who had only quiet hostility, Chae Won-ki had a bloody expression as if he would swing his fist at any moment.
‘You must be very angry’
Chae Won-gi seemed to want to threaten Moo-gyeol with his eyes widened, but Moo-gyeol was very calm.
This is a very modest weigh-in.
Last year, when we were weighing in at an underground fighting group in China, there was a guy who did a performance of cutting the neck of a chicken with a butcher knife.
There was also a madman who spit in Mugyeol’s face during face-off.
There was also a guy who fell into ‘Lloyd Rage (personality going berserk due to side effects of drugs)’, overturned the weigh-in table, pulled out the microphone wire, and strangled the president of the group.
After going through all the stars of the world, it felt like a little bit of aegyo to the extent of threatening by putting a fist close to the face.
When Mugyeol didn’t show much reaction, Chae Won-ki started to open his mouth this time.
“Your body has been built quite well.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“Well, of course you have to be in good shape. I must have made it while sucking up the medicine.”
However, despite Chae Won-gi’s desperate provocation, Mu-gyeol just laughed leisurely.
“Are you saying your body looks as good as the drugs you took? Thank you for the compliment.”
“This bastard is real.”
“By the way, I don’t really like being called a drug addict.”
“…?”
It was a natural story.
It was because he was a biochemical fighter heavily armed with ‘full medicine’ that paralyzed him in his past life.
“Why don’t you just stop talking about drugs?”
“What …”
“You’re gone.
“!”
Chae Won-ki tried to refute, but was unable to open his mouth because of the momentary bloody energy of innocence.
‘Fuck embarrassing!’
After the weigh-in and face-off, it was finally the day of the competition.
Thanks to the early sell-out of tickets, Jangchung Gymnasium in Seoul was filled with 10,000 spectators.
Not only on-site tickets, but also paid PPVs sold out tremendously.
Despite not having the most popular match, the heavyweight title match, RCF 87 vomited its spirit to become the second-largest PPV sales of all time.
The person who filled the Jangchung Gymnasium and sold a large number of PPVs to Asia and North America.
18-year-old Cha Moo-gyeol warmed up by stretching lightly on the backstage.
Even though it was a game that took an emotional battle at the same time as the first professional debut, Mugyeol looked so calm.
Rather, his second player, Im Jin-soo, looked even more nervous.
“Don’t forget to prepare the perfect strategy. Chae Won-ki is definitely coming up with a wrestling fight. Did you see that bastard’s biceps? It probably had a much stronger grip.”
“Oh, his biceps are fine.”
“Never give a wrestling distance, move right away the moment you get caught in a clinch! got it? The moments that are always caught are the easiest to escape. At that time, when the movement stops, I will give you the initiative.”
“okay.”
“Keep your hitting distance and swing it big when you have a chance to give pressure. You punch great, so even if you miss it sometimes, you won’t come in easily.”
“Old story.”
Time flew by and finally it was the turn of the players to enter the co-main event.
No result and Im Jin-soo passed through the back stage and headed to the Octagon in the center of the stage.
“Let’s go Mugyeol-ah! Relax!”
“Brother, relax. You go out with your arms and legs.”
“Is that so? What should I do!? I think I forgot how to walk!”
“Puhaha.”
When Moo Gyeol appeared with splendid introduction music, the hall was filled with tremendous cheers.
All the spectators gathered at the Jangchung Gymnasium, from high school students in their teens to older martial arts fans, chanted “Cha Mugyeol” and went wild.
Car flawless-! Car flawless-!
Car flawless-! Car flawless-!
A huge shout that was incomparable to that of ‘Real Fighter’.
Even in the crucible of enthusiasm, Mugyeol calmly walked down to the bottom of the octagon and received a glove check from the referee.
“Thank you for today.”
Mugyeol lightly greeted the waiting heart and smiled.
At that calmness, the waiting center was rather taken aback.
Although he was a high-ranking member with 20 years of experience, he was the first player to be as calm and composed as he was before his professional debut.
‘Is the heart made of ice?’
After being checked whether he was using foul play gloves or not and whether he had applied the foul play cream, Moo Gyeol finally headed towards his corner.
Even right before he went up to the Octagon, Im Jin-soo continued to look worried.
“Don’t forget what I said earlier! MMA is like a strategy simulation game! You know!?”
“Well then.”
“How are you breathing? what’s the condition? Are you sweating or not?”
“It’s in the best condition.”
“Perfect! Are you listening well? Why are you so screwed up!”
“Brother Jinsu. It’s not that the screws have loosened, it’s that the tension has loosened.”
“What?”
“Why is it my game and you are more nervous?”
Saying that, Mugyeol grabbed Im Jinsoo’s shoulders and smiled.
“Don’t worry bro. I win.”
“!”
At that moment, an unknown anxiety welled up in Im Jin-soo’s heart.
‘Don’t worry bro. I win.’
When the dead Cha Moo-gyeol played the 5th game at RCF, he said exactly that.
After 2 wins in a row, 2 losses in a row, Moogyeol, who went to the octagon saying that he would break the losing streak and make a splendid comeback this time, allowed his chin to undoubtedly and ended up being covered in blood from consecutive pounding.
The result was a TKO at 3 minutes and 11 seconds in the first round.
Im Jin-soo, who suddenly came up with a bad past, became contemplative.
“Moo Gyeol-ah…”
But Mu Gyeol’s expression was still relaxed.
“You don’t have to worry.”
“You are really-.”
“It’s different this time.”
“…?”
this time?
This time… you mean?
The moment Jin-soo Lim tilted his head, the announcer started introducing the players.
“RCF 87 co-main event! Middleweight Match Hong Connor enters! 188cm 85kg RCF ‘Real Fighter’ winner. An 18-year-old boy’s professional MMA debut match! Cha-no-gyeol-!”
Mugyeol jumped into the octagon with a quick bite on the mouthpiece.
Then it was Chae Won-gi’s turn.
Chae Won-gi, who jumped into the octagon with a very excited expression, showed a fist at the camera even before the introduction of the players was over, strengthening his fighting spirit.
Moogyeol looked at Chae Won-gi quietly.
This is the face I saw in my last life, paralyzed and only moving my eyes.
Although he has now found a new life, the sound of ridicule still lingers in his mind.
However, the relationship you meet will eventually meet you.
‘This is how we will meet each other on top of the Octagon.’
Still, Chae Won-gi, whose name is a professional fighter, seemed to have been conditioning properly.
good night. let’s stick together
“It’s a 5-minute, three-round match. Points for butting are prohibited. Knee kicks and vertical elbows are prohibited. Points are deducted for blows and eye poking (eye poking). Did you understand?”
After listening to the referee’s warning, they went back to their respective corners without touch gloves.
Sometimes-.
Finally the gong rang.
It was flawless to come out to the center of the octagon first.
Whiik-.
I tried a preemptive attack with a light jab, but it was too far away to hit.
‘Hmm, is this a sense of distance?’
Chae Won-ki was looking for an opportunity with his guard up.
A southpaw with the buttocks back, the left hand covering the chin, and the right hand extended forward.
It’s definitely a passive stance, but it’s not that I’m scared.
It means that a careful game plan has been prepared from the beginning.
‘I’ll have to get a bit closer to match?’
The moment Moo Kyul stepped in to hit the target.
Pak grasp-.
Chae Won-gi’s front hand double jab lightly touched Moo-gyeol’s face.
[Oh, Chae Won-gi’s first hit!! I’m touching Mu-gyeol Cha’s head!!]
[I defended with Mu-gyeol Cha’s covering, but that’s an unpleasant blow!! Chae Won-gi shows off a different simple punch than before!!]
It was a fist that was blocked by flawless covering, but it was a punch with such a simple action that I couldn’t counter it.
It was Chae Won-gi who quickly opened up the distance again after holding him in check with a front-handed punch.
Cheers erupted from his corner.
“Yeah that’s it! You are doing well!”
Chae Won-ki, who succeeded in the check hit, clenched his right fist tightly.
His tactic is to stay at a distance and annoy him with his outstretched front hand whenever Mugyeol comes in.
Repeat the process and widen the distance between results as much as possible.
While preparing for the game, Chae Won-ki had to admit it.
‘Honestly, boxing is a fuck.’
Skill Speed Destruction Volume (number of punches).
In all respects, his flawless boxing skills were close to first-class.
Then, it would be best for Chae Won-ki to make a game that does not allow boxing distance.
He holds the incoming flaws in check with his front hand and never gives them punch distance.
Of course, it is a passive operation that cannot KO the opponent.
However, Chae Won-gi had confidence.
The certainty that Cha Mu-gyeol will push in.
In the meantime, they have shown a kaleidoscope of appearances, but there were certain commonalities.
That he showed an aggressive (aggressive) appearance in any game.
If our fists don’t match, we’ll step in.
If stepping doesn’t work, I’ll extend the kick.
‘Compared to the punches, the kicks of the car are definitely inferior!’
So, it was Chae Won-gi who had intensively prepared for ‘Kick Catch’ for the past six weeks.
A tactic that snatches a middle kick or a low kick, pulls it toward the body, and then performs a takedown.
If you successfully catch a kick just once, you can take an advantageous position on the ground.
If you’re lucky, you can even lead to a founding KO.
Moogyeol stepped in again, but this time, Chae Won-ki touched Mugyeol’s forehead with the jab with his front hand and quickly increased the distance.
[Ooh, jab with your front hand again!! It was caught on guard, but it’s still an unpleasant blow!!]
[Chae Won-gi runs away after hitting a jab!! The strategy prepared today looks like out-fighting!!]
Uh-uh-.
Boos poured out, but Chae Won-gi did not care.
‘This is MMA. Fighting like this is our way!’
It was Chae Won-ki, who closed his ears to booing and waited for a flawless kick to come out.
Whether it’s a low kick or a middle kick, once. It only takes one time.
If you only catch it once -.
At that moment, Mugyeol twisted his pelvis in mid-distance and prepared for a kick.
‘come!’
Finally, what you have been waiting for has arrived.
After inducing the use of the kick, the kick catch is immediately taken down and the ground is converted.
Chae Won-ki’s tactics seemed to fit pretty perfectly.
however.
oh oh oh oh–!!
“Cuck up–?”
He reflexively snatched the kick, but the top of his foot had already hit Chae Won-ki’s ribs.
A part of Chae Won-gi’s tactics that had not been calculated yet.
It was uncompromising, ridiculous kick power.
‘What kind of dog poop power…!’
The past six weeks of training didn’t just improve punch power.
The catch grip came loose due to severe flank pain.
Because of that, Chae Won-gi missed the flawless foot.
‘Fuck Mr. Fucked!’
