As I stood in the entry way hearing my name introduced, the anticipation of my fight was over. The time was now! My intro music was AC/DC's "Thunderstruck" and despite the production crew telling me to hurry out of the curtain, I had to wait for the first THUNDER. The crowd ate it up and I was ready to dance. (On a side note they switched my opponent on me three times between Friday and Saturday).
The ref came over and made sure I had my cup and mouthpiece. Ding. Ding. I went straight out at the guy and rocked him with a two jabs and left that sent him to the ground. I had him down in his corner and could hear his cornermen coaching him, so I picked him up and took him to my corner where I promptly slammed him. For the next three minutes, I stayed on top of him and pounded and slammed him repeatedly. (And by the way, even though I was focused on my coaches...each time I slammed him I felt the crowd roar. The round ended with the ref pulling me off of him. Felt great, wasn't winded, but I was really surprised to have not finished it in the first round.
Round 2 started out with my opponent throwing a spinning high kick at my head, which was promptly avoided by me. From there I took him down again (instead of boxing him like I should have) and pounded him for another minute. He was able to use the fence with his feet and mounted me. He hit me for about 10 seconds straight and the ref jumped in which I thought was a little too early because he wasn't hurting me. I got up before him and was just disappointed. I congratulated him and stepped out of the ring.
My mom had come to watch me and was sitting in the front row, so I headed over to her to get her thoughts. Everybody along the way in the crowd kept telling me I whooped the guy and that I just got robbed. No big deal...I had a great time and look forward to doing it again.