< Bullying is too good at martial arts (41) >
In MMA, there are fighters who are often called ‘Mine’.
There are no special characters.
It’s not even high ranked.
A player who doesn’t get paid much, but is extremely strong.
The style of play is mostly based on sticky wrestling.
Nine times out of ten, these players engage in boring ‘fighting with sleeping pills’.
But, of course, this fighting style is good against hot strikers.
It is nicknamed ‘landmine’ to mean that players with promising batting bases can step on it and their careers can be twisted.
That’s why I accept the confrontation with the players who are walking downhill or ‘Mine’.
However, they seldom overwhelm ‘mines’.
The Caucasus, such as Chechnya, Dagestan, and Azerbaijan, is no different from a natural minefield.
Caucasus men take it for granted that they practice wrestling and sambo from a young age, and when a conflict arises, they seek the fist before the law.
Why solve with the law what can be solved with fists?
That is the spirit of Caucasus men.
Caucasus is a town where, when the screening is distorted, the police also apply for a one-on-one confrontation, and the police accept the request for a one-on-one confrontation.
I was born and raised in such a place, so I have no choice but to be naturally strong.
The wide chest, thick bones and strong muscles unique to the Slavic people complete their play style.
No matter what the opponent is doing, stick to it until you get tired of it, knock it down, and beat it until it passes out on the floor.
Khabib Nurmagomedov achieved an unprecedented record of 29 wins and undefeated with only this one technique.
The Mahmudov brothers were also typical fighters from the Caucasus.
Characteristic short-cut hair, shaggy beard that covered the entire chin, and features that seemed to have been copied and pasted because they were not rugged.
His older brother, Aslan Mahmudov, conquered Dagestan’s MMA group, DFC, before moving to CSOF, the world’s third-ranked organization, and won seven consecutive victories.
However, on the day of the game, he was permanently expelled due to drug discovery in a urine test.
After that, while going to and from small groups, he meets Jang Young-gil.
Aslan was ignored by everyone, but Jang Young-gil paid attention to its aggressiveness and bloody character.
‘This is more like a brown bear than a human!’
With the promise of ‘making him the best star in Asia’, Jang Young-gil put Aslan Mahmudov in the Japanese bare-handed MMA group in which he invested his capital.
In order to change the boring fighting style, the best coaches were assigned and taught.
Anabolic steroids, testosterone, nandrolone, growth hormone, EPO, xenon gas, and all kinds of PEDs (performance enhancing drugs) were provided to raise him.
Mahmudov greedily preyed on opponents and grew into the group’s top star.
Jang Young-gil even entrusted Mahmudov with the role of the late Cha Moo-gyeol’s executioner.
‘End this kid’s career. So that I can no longer be active as a martial artist!’
Of course, making the whole body paralyzed was a little more than Jang Young-gil expected.
Because of that accident, Aslan Mahmudov couldn’t debut in RCF.
However, Jang Young-gil had the idea of debuting Aslan someday.
Aslan, who would fight a lion or a bear if given the right amount of money, was the ‘controllable monster’ that Jang Young-gil wanted.
Aslan’s younger brother, Ibrahim, entered the fighting world later, but in terms of aggression, he was not much different from his older brother.
No reputation, no character, no fun.
But being strong is really, really fucking strong.
In addition, the story line that the younger brother of the guy who paralyzed the ‘Old Car Perfection’ fights with the ‘Current Car Perfection’.
There’s no better card than this to crush Integrity.
Jang Young-gil invited Ibrahim to Korea and toasted him with a glass of blood.
Ibrahim’s first question, after emptying his glass at once, was embarrassingly honest.
“Does this group test drugs?”
Jang Young-gil laughed at the bold question.
“A friend I like!”
Ibrahim grinned as he grabbed Jang Young-gil’s hand with a hand like a pot lid.
“You can look forward to it. I will catch you like a dog, no matter who your opponent is.”
* * *
As soon as Ibrahim accepted the match offer, the matchup was officially announced.
[RCF 91 Cha Mu-gyeol’s opponent is Ibrahim Mahmudov from Chechnya!]
[Who is Ibrahim Mahmudov having his RCF debut match?]
[Cha Mu-gyeol fighting an unknown fighter from Chechnya before the match against champion Han Dae-geun]
[Ibrahim Mahmudov Brotherhood with Aslan Mahmudov, who fought against the late Mudoff Cha Mu-gyul?]
The date of the match is the end of January 2021.
The short two-month term was also a term, but more than anything, fans were worried about Mugyeol’s safety.
Any martial arts fan knows how bloody the Caucasus is.
[No, why is it ‘that neighborhood’?;;;]
[Is this a matchup where Cha Moo-gyeol has something to gain?] [
Of course, if he won, it would be cool, but wouldn’t it be better to play against a middleweight ranker?
] I do…]
[They all have the same kids]
[Occasionally, when I see a group photo of the Caucasus kids, there are 40 Khabibs and it’s fucking funny]
[I don’t know that Ibrahim or something is one of them ;;]
[ It’s just that these guys have low rankings, so even if they win, they won’t be able to save money
. Are you trying to fuck me up? Hahahaha]
[A Caucasus fighter… Chae Won-gi was just a piece of cake]
[ I don’t like being kicked out of a heavyweight class
]
It’s true that the starting point is different]
The two reporters of ‘Brawlers’ who confirmed the match were also surprised.
“Senior Mugyeol is hanging out with some strange foreigner.”
“huh. Ibrahim Mahmudov. He’s the guy who won two straight wins in the DFC.”
“Isn’t DFC a paradise for kids who do wrestling and sambo?”
“You’re right. Are you studying now?”
“lol. But why is it this guy?”
“Say that. No matter how you think about it, it’s strange.”
Hyemin Kang rested her chin and nodded her head as if thinking about something.
“While catching Chae Won-ki nicely, Moo-gyeol’s value jumped up.”
“Yes.”
“I think the title fight is over. But in order to properly push Mugyeol, don’t we have to feed him some rice cakes here?”
“I think so too.”
“Well, since we got Chae Won-ki in 11th place, we are players who play around the top 10. The icing on the cake if the matchmaking is properly matched as a hit-oriented player.”
“For a player like that, 10th place Seo Geonjung is fine, and 9th place Takeshi Kenzo is not bad either.”
“therefore. Kenzo hasn’t had a match lately, so I think Mugyeol will be able to clean things up lightly with a swipe. Why are you a Caucasus wrestler with no rankings?”
“As people say, is Chairman Jang trying to make Mugyeol stronger?”
“well. If that was the case, maybe they wouldn’t have given me a title fight right away?”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“It seems to me that there must be something between the two.”
“Senior is saying that again.”
Kang Hye-min corrected her posture and began to spread the conspiracy theory she was pushing.
“It’s something I’ve felt since I was a real fighter. Chairman Jang obviously wants to embrace Cha Moo-gyeol, but doesn’t seem to want him to go on a winning streak.”
“Is it like a fight?”
“It could be, but didn’t it cross the line to catch the match like this?”
“It’s kind of weird.”
“Besides, it’s more fun if you think about the dead car’s integrity.”
“Which one?”
“Look, Ibrahim’s older brother, Aslan, fought the dead Chamugyeol, didn’t he? But now my younger brother Ibrahim has a match with Cha Moo-gyeol. It means that the brothers got to fight side by side with the name ‘Cha Moo Gyeol’.”
“Hmm.”
“Doesn’t it feel like fate?”
“I don’t know about that…”
“Anyway, there is something. It’s clear.”
Kang Hye-min’s eyes were shining brightly.
“Jang Young-gil and Cha Mu-gyeol will find out between the two someday and write a special article.”
“Aren’t you going to be permanently banned from our RCF competitions because of this, senior?”
“It’s okay. By that time, Moogyeol will have entered the WFC!”
“I wish I was like that.”
“But first, winning this match is the priority.”
“Will it be a difficult game?”
“huh. He’s probably a much stronger opponent than Chae Won-ki. But you have to get over it.”
Receiving the expectations of many, Mugyeol was silently devoting himself to training.
I know I shouldn’t show emotion, but I couldn’t calm down in front of the surname ‘Makhmudov’.
The memory of the moment he collapsed after being punched by Aslan is still vivid.
An unpleasant feeling as if all the nerves in the body, starting from the cervical spine, are paralyzed.
When I opened my closed eyes, all I could see was the ceiling of the hospital room and the crying face of Im Jin-soo.
My body, which had been flying over the Octagon, became unable to move a single finger.
How can I forget that tragic moment?
Every time I thought of that moment, I unknowingly put strength into my legs kicking the kick mitt.
Pew-!
Fuu-!
Whoops–!!
“Ahh, flawless! Let’s take a break!”
“brother. are you okay?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Even with a kick mitt, my bones are ringing.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m sorry, what are you sorry about? It’s practical training. It’s right to kick with the momentum to kill.”
Taking off his kick mitt for a while, Im Jin-soo sat down on the mat and stared at Mugyeol while wiping his sweat.
“It was a game you didn’t have to accept.”
“…”
“Are you bothered about Mugyeol who died?”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard you learned boxing from him. Is that why you got into the game?”
“What could it be?”
“Why is the answer so vague?”
Saying that, Im Jin-soo looked at Mu-gyeol’s complexion.
The words Mugyeol said before going up to the octagon against Chae Won-ki are still vivid in my mind.
Say ‘this time’ is different.
Moo-gyeol, a high school student, reassured Im Jin-soo by saying that it was different ‘this time’, as if he knew what Moo-gyeol had said.
The two chamugyeol even have the same name.
Maybe, really, maybe this guy has some special connection with the dead Mugyeol.
Mugyeol also wanted to tell Im Jinsoo everything.
In the past and now, to Cha Mu-gyeol, Im Jin-soo was one of the few people he could trust and rely on.
However, Mugyeol decided to hold back his words.
“It’s just that I have the same name as him, so I feel more identified with him.”
“Is that so?”
“huh.”
“okay. I must have been thinking crazy for a second.”
Im Jin-su grabbed the kick mitt again, as if he felt a little better.
“But you have the same name, but you’re much better than him.”
“I?”
“of course. have you said that before? That shaggy kick was a disease at all.”
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t understand the mechanism of the pelvic rotation at all.”
“brother.”
“Besides, your personality is a bit cheesy, isn’t it? Especially when I went up on the pitch, it was almost anger control disorder.”
“No, there.”
“What about your playing style? If your chin is like that of a glass, shouldn’t you be quiet in the game?”
“The gossip of the dead person is a bit…”
Im Jin-soo, who was excitedly blaming the dead, had a slight shadow on his face before he knew it.
“That makes me even more regretful.”
“…?”
“That stupid bastard, I should have been better at helping you.”
Im Jin-soo put on a gloomy expression for a moment, but soon smiled again and raised the kick mitt.
“Then you will help properly.”
“…”
“I don’t know how helpful I will be, but at least I’ll definitely make one kick.”
“Okay bro.”
“Besides, the surname Mahmudov means a lot to me too.”
It was natural.
Aslan, who paralyzed his precious younger brother Cha Mu-gyeol, was Ibrahim.
“Let’s prepare properly and hit that bastard.”
“It should be.”
“A one-two-middle combination!”
Puck puck pew-.
In Jinsu Im’s small practice room, the sound of mitts exploding resonated throughout the night.
* * *
The RCF 91 bracket was created in a flash.
The competition date is January 30, 2021.
As the schedule approached in six weeks, Mugyeol started conditioning in earnest using the ‘match preparation protocol’.
Working with a strict trainer in a virtual space, he developed strength, muscular endurance, coordination, and cardiorespiratory endurance every day.
Thanks to that, even though I was a heavyweight, my body became more and more agile.
Now, I have gained the stamina that I will not get tired even if I press with 100% momentum for 5 minutes of the first round.
However, Mugyeol was still not satisfied and looked to a higher level.
Even in difficult moments to the point of nausea, I was able to cheer up by thinking of Aslan Mahmudov’s face.
Compared to the pain of full body paralysis, the sweat dripping from hard training was no different from honey.
Time passed and the first official press conference of RCF 91 finally began.
Since it was a tournament without a title match, the tour schedule was reduced to four countries, but the press conference room was still full of reporters from all over the world.
The attention of the reporters sitting in the conference room was only focused on the co-main event, Cha Moo Gyeol vs. Ibrahim Mahmudov.
Soon the players came into the conference room and took their seats.
Most reporters noted Ibrahim’s bulging belly.
Although he was wearing a shirt, his stomach was highlighted enough to make the buttoning look difficult.
“That player’s stomach protruded a little.”
“Aren’t you trying to manage your weight?”
“Hmm, can I play a game like that?”
Reporters thought he had failed at managing his weight, but Mugyeol thought otherwise.
Under the rolled-up shirt, the forearm muscles with clear definition stood out.
Both of her cheeks were tucked in, as if she had already lost weight.
Even so, the expansion of the abdomen is probably due to the phenomenon of ‘palumboism (abdomen protruded due to enlarged internal muscles due to drug use)’.
The body of Aslan Mahmudov, which smelled of drugs, immediately came to mind.
‘Brothers are spectacle in pairs,’
but I had no intention of complaining.
It would have been all the more surprising if the Mahmudov brothers hadn’t used drugs.
As if the press conference was boring, Mahmudov scratched the nape of his neck.
Looking at her, her eyes were bloodshot red, and her complexion was not good.
‘How many pills did
you take to get rid of it? ‘
Revenge on top of the Octagon will be meaningful only when it ends in the Octagon.
After a somewhat boring interview, Ibrahim Mahmudov finally took the microphone.
“I have nothing to say. It’s an easy match. That Chinese friend probably can’t stop my pressure.”
“Ah, Mahmudov. Cha Moo-gyeol is Korean, not Chinese.”
“That is it. Do you know the difference between Chechnya and Dagestan?”
The moment when Ibrahim’s plain reply made the atmosphere go down.
A reporter touched a pretty sensitive spot.
“I know Mahmudov player Aslan Mahmudov as a brother. Aslan Mahmudov was an up-and-coming MMA fighter, but after an underground fighting group paralyzed one of his fighters, he effectively stopped working.”
“…So what.”
“The name of the player who became paralyzed at that time is also the same. It is the same name as Ibrahim Mahmudov’s opponent this time.”
The fairly brave female reporter continued to ask questions without bending even in front of Ibrahim’s bloody eyes.
“Aslan’s family, are you willing to apologize for the accident caused by your older brother?”
“I don’t know what nonsense you are talking about.”
Aslan snorted and raised the microphone.
“My brother is my brother and I am me. Why should I apologize?”
“…”
“There are no unforeseen accidents the moment you step into the Octagon. I think you can fight and get out. That’s a real fight, and my brother just had that fight.”
“…okay.”
“That guy and my partner have the same name? Puhahaha, all Chinese people use the same name.”
“Cha Mu-gyeol is not Chinese…”
“It doesn’t matter. Anyone with that name might be destined to end up in the Octagon.”
With Ibrahim’s verbal abuse, the atmosphere in the chairman became more bloody.
Moogyeol took the microphone when even the reporters were at a loss.
Suddenly, his eyes were burning with anger.
Mugyeol spoke to Ibrahim directly in English instead of going through an interpreter.
“Yes, as you said, there are no unforeseen accidents the moment you enter the Octagon.”
“I know you well. Despite being Chinese, you speak quite a bit of English, right?”
“So even if I burst your head, it wouldn’t be an accident.”
“…what?”
“January 30th is your execution day. You’re probably familiar with executions, right? It’s something that human butcher dictators like the worms of your land do every day.”
“…What are you saying…”
“You had to apologize today, you scumbag.”
The moment he finished speaking, Ibrahim spurned his seat without any hesitation and rushed toward the integrity.
The bloodshot eyes, half-closed pupils, and a swollen abdomen were telling his symptoms.
‘Lloyd Rage (excitement caused by drug overuse)!’
Security guards quickly tore him off, but it wasn’t enough to stop the heavyweight Caucasian fighter.
At that moment, a hologram suddenly appeared in front of Mugyeol’s eyes.
[Fight mission ‘Hunt Lloyder’ activated.]
[Defeat the rampaging drug dealer at the press conference!]
[Reward: 400pt]
