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I liked hard sparring but I always asked whoever wanted to spar with me what they were OK with.
That being said, I have had some people try to pull a Charlie Zelenoff on me. I dont care how hard you like to spar, that is bullshit.
So maybe that is what was going on in with Francis. Ank felt that this was not to about anything other than this guy is coming for my head no matter what.
You can feel a difference right away when its personal.
Sometimes, it's good to do this as well.
In 6 years of being a gym rat, I can say I had only two "personal' wars, in the midst of a lot of intense sparring.
Both were against bigger opponents. I was 5,10", 154-160 lb.
One was with a white guy named "Lincoln," who was green, but big @ 6', 205. He was physically-gifted, intense, but green. He liked to burn all his energy in the first round, and made a lot of fellow-beginners quit.
I was the opposite, like a "poor man's" Chavez ... I would always came forward, and put steady pressure (for the first round or two), but didn't do too much — just trying to get the pule going + a read on my opponent under fire — after which I began relentless work.
Long story short, at the end of 1.5 rounds, "Lincoln" was done, quit in front of his team, and never came back to the gym again. I had humiliated him (he brought his girlfriend, in front of whom he quit
The other was an Hispanic guy named "Harry," who was experienced, and also strapping/big @ 6'3", 185. He (like some on this thread) complained about "how hard" I went. In the opening round, the 6'3" Arroyo came right after me, at 5'10" — and within maybe two minutes — click me with a straight right, causing me to fall back, and had it not been for the ropes, I probably would've went down. (I've never been knocked-down, ever, in six years of sparring pros. That time, if the ropes weren't there, I quite possibly would have fallen.)
Still, it didn't mean shit, as I was fully-aware of what was going on. It was an immediate "gym war" — toe-to-toe exchanges, the whole bit. No one went down, no one was knocked-out. (I had some blood under my left nostril, his nose was broken, and his mouth was bleeding into his T-shirt.) It only went two rounds, because both our trainers told us to STOP — DON'T MAKE THIS PERSONAL! "Harry" and I spoke afterward, and he criticized me for "always going so hard" — and I told him, I am training to fight, not "be friends."
I also reminded him he was 5" taller than me, with a significant reach advantage, and there is no way in hell I could compete with him "boxing on the outside." I had to be willing to take three hard shots, to back him up, get him against the ropes, and try to beat TF out of him in-close — especially since he dropped me, within the first two minutes.
We shook hands and each understood the other better after that. No bad blood.
(Which was a good thing for "Harry," because I had begun to train in Gracie jujitsu at that point
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