Bullying too good at martial arts (196)
For the CFC Grand Prix tournament, matchmaker Kirill Volkov recruited a total of 32 fighters.
However, this tournament does not start from the round of 32.
Only 16 elite players participate in the tournament.
The remaining 16 players will be on the reserve list to fill in at any time if a participating player is injured.
There is one reason why there are so many ‘subs’ in the CFC Grand Prix.
This is because the tournament schedule itself is a ‘one-day tournament’ structure that is difficult to imagine in major organizations.
In the case of K-1 WGP, where only standing strikes are fought, the one-day tournament rule has been applied.
However, due to the nature of the MMA game, which burns out after one match, a one-day tournament is very unconventional.
However, that nonsensicality is the pride of CFC.
It was the basis for them to ridicule the major western MMA organizations.
A hard worker after running four games a year?
We even play four games a day!
As a result, injuries continued one after another, and even substitutes often played at least once.
However, CFC players considered playing in front of Khabyev the highest honor.
If you impress even once at the CFC Grand Prix, you will be invited to Kabiyev’s palace and receive his congratulations.
It is not simply a place to give away souvenirs.
Chechnya’s leader Kabiyev means that he is especially fond of him.
In other words, he and his family are guaranteed a decent life after retirement and enjoy honor beyond that of a veteran who has accumulated military service.
All the players summoned to this tournament were also full of motivation.
After showing a great performance in front of Khabyev, the will to live the rest of his life in abundance and honor.
But what about chamugyeol?
I said I would participate in the CFC Grand Prix, but I wouldn’t know until I climbed the Octagon.
CFC is a private organization run by Ramzak Khabiyev’s will for the competition method, time, place, and all participating players.
If Cha Mu-gyeol does not accept the ‘One Day Tournament’ rule, the situation will become boring again.
However, when he arrived in Chechnya, Moo-gyeol Cha’s attitude was unforgiving.
“One Day Tournament?”
“Yes, it is a tournament that starts from the round of 16, and all matches are completed within one day from morning to night. You won’t find any MMA organization in the world holding a tournament this way.”
“…”
“Something flawless. This is your last chance. If you change your mind, you haven’t signed the contract yet…”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“!”
“It would be better if it ended sooner rather than later. I have to finish it quickly and go back and prepare for the WFC title fight.”
Mugyeol coolly accepted the CFC rules, and Khabyev burst into laughter.
“Ha ha, I like it. It’s so much fun.”
“I didn’t think that the tournament would be run in a common sense way anyway.”
“!”
Officials were surprised by the impeccable provocation, but Khabyev only laughed.
“I don’t know if it’s because it’s an emergency meal. But you need to know this. Innocent. Common sense may buy empathy, but it is not strong.”
“….”
“Emergency has always overpowered common sense on this floor.”
However, Mugyeol did not waver and looked straight at the Chechen dictator.
“That’s why I came here. To let you know you’re wrong.”
“Hmm.”
“MMA has now become a sport for people all over the world. The champion of the major organization, the WFC, is the strongest in the world. Just as there can be no player who is better at basketball than the star player of the NBA, there is no human being stronger than the WFC champion.”
“….”
“There is no such thing as a master at home. It is a reality that Chechen fighters come to the US to earn money anyway. Oh sure, you can’t get on a plane to America.”
This time, Kabiyev also slightly frowned as if he was uncomfortable, but Moo-gyeol continued talking without retreating an inch.
“It’s a simple story. If you’re right, I’d be beaten for nothing at the CFC tournament. But if I’m right, no one on this floor will beat me.”
“How rare. Did you come to this land to prove that?”
“Until now, I have never fought to get anything. I just fought to prove it, and something followed me along the way.”
“You mean this is also a process of proof?”
“yes.”
At the words of no-gyeol, Kabiev just laughed.
It’s safe to say that no one fights without looking at the money on the MMA floor right now.
How much more would the richest guy in the world just fight for proof!
In Khabyev’s eyes, that was the most absurd thing.
‘The most nonsensical guy talks about common sense? What a funny thing!’
Looking at Mugyeol’s face, Kabiyev had a slightly different thought.
Among those who showed such open hostility, there were also those who secretly wanted the bean curd falling from Kabiyev.
Knowing Khabyev’s liking for strong characters and acting accordingly.
Moo Kyul may be that type of person too.
The world calls him a hero, but no one knows what he really is.
‘Maybe he came to put a spoon on my business!’
Prior to the tournament, Khabyev introduced Mugyeol to the MMA kingdom he created.
The first place Khabiyev took Mugyeol to was XCFC, a lower league of CFC.
XCFC’s arena, located in the underground octagon of Grozny, was small, but had a very interesting structure.
Next to the regular octagonal octagon, there is an octagonal sandboard reminiscent of a wrestling board, and even a square ring reminiscent of a Pride K-1 stage.
Three stages of different specifications were gathered in the center.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
There were about 3,000 spectators, which wasn’t that many, but because it was an underground arena with no sunlight, the sound resonated magnificently.
Among them, the stage where the game is held is a stadium made of sand.
It was like watching Korean Ssireum (ssireum) to see the opponent lift up and put them on the sand board.
Ramzak Khabiyev explained the three stadiums with a proud expression.
“The reason there are three stadiums is simple. Because we are free to change the way we play.”
“Without a standard?”
“Why not! There is a standard right there.”
Khabyev pointed his finger at one corner of the crowd.
There was a gathering of spectators dressed in traditional Islamic attire and smelling like money.
“At our sponsor XCFC stadium, they are the standard.”
“…”
“By the way, betting is legal in this match. In addition, there is a system of brokers who can change bets during the match and mediate bets between individuals. The size of the money moving between them is a level that can never be ignored.”
“Is it like rich people’s entertainment?”
“No, it is not. Entertainment cannot be called a business. They view the content value of XCFC highly. It is raising the board in the form of sponsors to create more interesting content. Having a large amount of money at stake is itself an interesting factor.”
“….”
“Why do streamers like Logan Paul and Jake Paul play boxing for tens of millions of dollars in PPV bonuses? Is it because they are better at boxing than Guillermo Rigondeus or Alexandre Usic? no no no After all, it’s because it piques people’s interest.”
“….”
“Some people think we are a closed group, but in reality we are not.”
Certainly, the XCFC arena was not a clogged, conservative MMA holy grail.
However, there is a line in pursuing interest.
‘Three stadiums? What the fuck is this?’
While Mugyeol frowned, Kabiyev led Mugyeol towards the next spectacle as if excited.
Right next to the XCFC Stadium, there was a stadium where JCFC, or the notorious ‘Youth MMA’ was held.
As soon as I entered the stadium, the first thing I heard was the cheers of the audience, comparable to XCFC.
And among them were two boys who were rolling on the ground covered in blood.
Poo poo poo-.
The boy’s pounding sounded quite sharp, but Mugyeol crumpled his teeth.
It’s very varied.
While the children, whose growth plates are not closed, roll on the ground, no one looks worried.
Even their parents beat the canvas in the second corner, ordering strategies.
“Wake up Yarmo! If you get caught, it’s a big deal!”
“Alexander! Press down and hit! Victory is just around the corner!”
Mugyeol frowned at the sight, but Kabiyev was confident.
Confidence that Moo Kyul will be moved by this passionate competition scene.
For Khabyev, who loves violence, JCFC was just a place of early education.
“Somehow, our Chechen children develop a fighting spirit from that age.”
“…”
“That’s why so many quality fighters can come out of this small land.”
But Mugyeol’s thoughts were different.
Of course, it is true that MMA training helps build character.
But the boys on stage were just being sacrificed to the circus.
Circus acrobats just for the pleasure of adults.
If he gets hurt in one place, he will definitely get support from many Chechen fathers who want to send their son to the circus.
The seat of the injured acrobat would be replaced casually.
Peo oop pe ow ow-.
In the end, the boy’s pounding knocked out the other boy, and the bloody victor raised his slender arms and pretended to roar.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
Seeing that scene, countless spectators cheered as if they were satisfied.
“Which one do you like?”
Khabyev had a very excited face, but his innocent expression was hardened.
“Yes, I like it.”
“I’m sure…”
“I really like being able to smash CFCs without any hesitation.”
“!”
Kabiyev’s expression cooled for a moment, but the integrity did not stop.
“You know what? Any MMA organization that only seeks stimulation is doomed to shatter one day. I know of a few such organizations.”
“….”
“Do you think putting open finger gloves on boys fosters a fighting spirit? No, those children are just moving at the shouts of adults. I’m just bleeding to hear my father’s praise, not my own will.”
“…”
“I will make a prophecy. CFC will fail in 10 years… no 5 years. Your stinky and sour taste is very different from what the public wants. Logan Paul Jake Paul? Those guys are better. Just because you gathered a few wealthy perverts from the Middle East, dogfights aren’t going to become world-class content.”
“This bastard-!”
The moment when an impatient bureaucrat tried to stop Mugyeol.
“Puhahaha-.”
Khabyev burst out laughing first.
“You are making a completely different prediction than I am. I see this stimulation and violence as the direction of MMA. We all have a desire to see things raw in our hearts!”
“Well, I don’t know. I just don’t like all the groups in this country.”
Mugyeol looked straight at the Chechen dictator and pressed his words.
“It’s a ruined place anyway, but at the moment of that defeat, I’ll bring it a little earlier.”
“!”
“Whether it’s changing the matchup, putting in five substitutes, or giving out concentrated steroids. Stop me in the tournament, no matter what you do.”
“Okay, let’s try it somewhere.”
In the midst of a sharp confrontation between Mu and Kabiyev.
After a week in Chechnya, the morning of the CFC Grand Prix tournament has finally dawned.
