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90 seconds on the round Jab-Cross-Hook Slip Slip Cross-Hook-Cross to the Double Leg Slam. He's chasing his dream he's chasing my dream, but I - - mount arm bar A snap. I catch the wince he stacks down on me, pulls out - - I pursue myself. We lock eyes, warrior spirit to spirit. Limbs pinwheel This guy's here to go all out on me he goes - all - out - on - me. He's trained to fight me, sculpted moves to fight me and now eats my blood. Brothers, we leave it all in the octagon all the muscle memory - all the hours run, all the minutes on the bag, the tap-outs, the sparring - all the stories - our bread, our limit, the dreams No hard feelings, but I want that belt. Throw my head kick, he checks it to a takedown and triangle. Forgive no excuse just one more round just one more round second best is last I look up shake out Time skips. I watch myself, jump parallel his back over his neck sink in the back choke, my feet already 'round his thighs. The last minute I marshal every scrap of my soul Do or die I leave the cage a different man every time. Thanks to the coaches at the UFC Gym in Corona, California for the precious glimpse into your history. Heartfelt appreciation to Phillip Brown and Cameron Underhill: it is my privileged pleasure to give voice to your story. You inspire me to push the pace and sweat it.