Well, let me tell ya ’bout this fella, Christian Quinonez. He’s one of them fellas who likes to scrap, you know, the fighting type. I ain’t too sure ’bout all them fancy names they give it, somethin’ like “Mixed Martial Arts” or “UFC”. Sounds like a whole lotta fuss to me, but these young’uns, they love it.
Now, from what I hear, this Quinonez boy, he’s from Mexico. A good, strong country, just like my grandpa used to say. He’s been punchin’ and kickin’ and grapplin’ with fellas for a good while now. They keep track of all this stuff, you know, wins and losses, how tall he is, how long his arms are. I reckon it matters to them bookie fellas who take your money.
- They say he fought some fella named Khalid Taha and won by, whatchamacallit, a “Rear Naked Choke.” Sounds kinda dirty, don’t it? But I guess it’s just how they do things in that fightin’ world.
- Then there was this other time, he fought a fella named Kyung Ho Kang. Don’t know who won that one, but I bet it was a real barn burner.
- And just recent-like, he was in Mexico City, fightin’ another fella, Raoni Barcelos. They put these fights on the TV, you know, but I can’t make heads or tails of it half the time. Too much jumpin’ and yellin’ for my taste.
They talk about him bein’ ineligible for some rankings ’cause he’s fightin’ in the big leagues. Seems to me if you’re good enough to fight in the big leagues, you oughta be ranked somewhere, but what do I know? I’m just an old woman tryin’ to make sense of it all.
This Christian Quinonez fella, he’s got a whole bunch of fight stats they keep track of. How many punches he throws, how many times he gets taken down, all that jazz. It’s like they’re tryin’ to turn fightin’ into a science, but I tell ya, fightin’ ain’t no science. It’s about grit and guts, and who wants it more. That’s what my pa always said, and he knew a thing or two about scrappin’, let me tell ya.
I heard tell that one of his fights had a whole mess of punches thrown, a real record breaker they said. Can you imagine? All them punches flyin’, must’ve been a sight to see, even if I don’t understand all the rules and such. They also said he tried out some new moves, a “submission” they called it. Sounds fancy, like somethin’ you’d see in a wrestling match down at the county fair.
He’s fought in a bunch of these big events, “UFC on ESPN” this and “UFC Fight Night” that. They got ’em all numbered and named, like they’re tryin’ to keep track of every punch ever thrown. Seems like a lot of work to me, but I guess somebody’s gotta do it. And seems like this Quinonez boy is always in the thick of it, punchin’ and kickin’ and tryin’ to win.
One time, they said he was part of a fight where two fellas had the same name. Can you believe that? Two fellas with the same name, beatin’ the tar outta each other. It’s a crazy world, I tell ya.
And they always got these commentators yellin’ and hollerin’ about the fights. I heard one of ’em yell out, “What the fuck?” right on the TV. Can you imagine? My grandson would get his mouth washed out with soap for talkin’ like that. But I guess it’s different when you’re on the TV, you can say whatever you please.
So, that’s about all I know about this Christian Quinonez fella. He’s a fighter, plain and simple. He goes in that ring, or cage, or whatever they call it, and he gives it his all. And that’s somethin’ I can respect, even if I don’t understand all the fancy moves and the yellin’ commentators. He’s a tough fella, that much is clear, and he’s makin’ a name for himself in that fightin’ world. And that’s more than I can say for most folks these days, always sittin’ around and complainin’. At least this Quinonez boy is out there doin’ somethin’. Good for him, I say. Good for him.
