Obj. 1.
      Mogadishu- bring food to the starving. Help the wounded and ill.
Covert Story.
      Cpt. Mcknight, a commander of a convoy, leads twenty vehicles into the heated city, where they will bring captives that have possible intel about General Aidid, the man who was responsible for 24 UN troops' deaths into the vehicles. One helicopter has unexpectedly been shot down.

Bass Story.
      Drone, and CIA intelligence has discovered the city is fighting back, even the civilians. The entire city and militants are rushing into the crash site.

The Launch.
      Another helicopter is down, some ground units are dispatched to defend crash site. The rest fights off the city. They are out numbered...

Obj. 2.
      With the helicopter down, they are even more outnumbered with less support from the air. Chance of survival is less than 3% but two men volunteer to do a conductive Search and Rescue mission at the crash site. Finding survivors amused them but they were still out numbered with more than 200 civies surrounding them.

No Help.
      With no support from the air or ground. The two men find Cpt. Micheal Durant, pilot of the downed Black Hawk helicopter. The three men hold off the area as long as possible. But one rescuer has died.

Alone.
       Durant, who was carried into a corner in a building just behind them, sat there and watched the last rescuer die, with no more ammo, Durant takes out a picture of his wife and baby.

A snowball's chance in hell.
       Durant who was beaten shortly after the crash site was over run, heard screaming and shouting. The man was saying, "This man is ordered to be captured alive by General Aidid!" Mike Durant was then carried into a car where he was taken into captivity.

     Leave no man behind.
        Even during the war, little birds and black hawks searched the sky hovering at low altitude. Despite the dangers of low flying, they still searched. They lived by the very code they swore by, "Leave no man behind."

Mid Point.
       Americans had lost 18 troops and now are ordered to return to base. The locals had lost well over a few thousand. Pakistani armored vehicles joined the American convoy to pick up the dead and wounded.

Mogadishu Mile.
       Ten American soldiers, run, with full gear on, a mile back to base. Taking shots from windows and driving by vehicles, they shot back, low on ammo and hydration. All ten soldiers returned back to base with just scratches, many needed rebreathers to help them.

We're going back.
       The helicopters crashed, but they're classified technology were still active. Additional troops were deployed to those crash sites to destroy any remaining data on the helos. Convoys led up into the city to find more wounded soldiers. Every soldier was found. Dead or alive. Well or ill.
       Obj 2.
       Kill remaining opposing forces or personell, young or old. Find and bring remaining captured troops back to home base. And pull out of Mogadishu.

       I ain't going back.
        Pvt. Waters was ordered to join a small humvee convoy of three vehicles that was headed back to base. He had already gone where they wanted him to go, he didn't want to go back.

       Man up!
       Lt. Pryce, the man leading the small convoy ordered him to get in the vehicles. But Waters nodded.
 "Listen, everyone else has to do the same. What makes you so special? Time to man up and get your gear into the damn vehicle. Ain't this what you signed up for?"

      Not going as planned.
       Small divisions of Little bird scout helicopters were sent to those crash sites. Men on the ground were working with chainsaws to cut through the metal that was tangled around the pilots during the crash. Even witht he enemy forces shooting back, they had to go on witht he mission.

     More time.
      "I need more time!" One soldier shouted as one of the pilots of the Little Birds ran over.
"We got no time! If we stay here, we all die! The pilot shouted as he yanked the soldier out of the helicopter.
The soldier pushed the pilot off of him and continued cutting.

    Give me a weapon!
      "At least give me a rifle! I can't take them all out with a handgun."
The soldier handed him his M16 rifle. After a few minutes the soldier had cut through all the metal, him and his friend carried out the two dead pilots as the Little Bird pilot covered them.
"I'll get the other one!" The pilot shouted, putting the rifle slinged on his back, he ran into the helicopter and picked up the dead 18 year old.

    Bass 2.
     As the pilot picked up the dead soldier and ran to his helicopter, the other two soldiers had shouted telling him to hurry. He ran then was shot in the leg. The bullet making a clean hole through his knee.
"Go!" The wounded pilot shouted.

      Leave no man behind 2.
      The soldier's tried running out to the pilot but he kept telling them to leave. The soldier's took off with   the Co-pilot.

Ending scene.
     Captain Mcknight walked up to a corpse of his friend in a coffin. "Hey man. I'll let everyone know what you did. You did your job out there, I didn't. I'll say hi to your pop and ma." He whispered, tearing up.
He knew his friend did his job, because of his death.

Funny Short story.

As the man, Chris Mickenly dressed in executive military uniform walked down the hotel's hallway he passed four different people, looking at him with the weirdest curiosity. "Why is the guy walking down here?"
Some man asked. "He's probably trying to act official." An old woman said with a grin.
When he got to the room 345 he knocked. The door opened and the man behind the door was the president. Dressed in a cheap suit with a paper American Flag on his suit. "Mr. President, we need to talk." Both men walked in. Chris opened up the brief case and turned on his computer. After a few moments the computer screen turned on, showing a video. "Sir, this is coming live from his Go pro." The President looked at Chris, "What? How?" Chris smiled,"Only he knows sir." Watching the video, the masked man walked up to a enemy soldier. "Hey you!" The enemy turned around and was slapped and nipple twisted. "What the? Where'd you find him? In a dumpster?" Chris put his hand on the president's mouth. "With all due respect sir. Shut your mouth. He is our best." The President was about to tell him to leave when he was interrupted again. "Oh! Oh! Watch this!" Chris shouted, pointing at the computer screen. "This is his signature move." The masked man walked behind an enemy soldier and pantsed him. "Chris." The President whispered. "You're fired."

Classified story done :)

 Before reading this story, if you want to make it a little better and want a better performance enter the link I am about to show you.

If you are going to listen to it, then listen to it on the 7th paragraph. For a dramatic feeling.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VjKPKvRS4A

The Ending song will be different.

"All aboard!" The ship's conductor shouted to the passing bystanders. The ship's horn sounded, that was the signal for the five minute departure warning. Glenn Beck hurried onto the mini bridge connected to the ship. He ran in and immidiately went into his room. Just two months before, Glenn was on another cruise. Set to cruise by Florida and end the departure at Mexico for three weeks. The American cruise sank in the middle of the South Atlantic Ocean. Twenty miles off course. Glenn Beck's body was never found on that cruise and he was not reported to have made it off alive. He also was on the Con Cordia cruise. The FBI know this because one of the conductors recognized him as Glenn walked into the dining room. He went by the name of Cristo Price AKA Grinch. His mission was to sink this Cruise liner by the Indian Ocean. It was scheduled from there where he would be picked up by the Turkish government. The American government knew about all this. But were too afraid that publicly announcing the situation would start an all out war. American troops that were deployed in bases of Turkey were advised to be armed and ready to strike at a moment's notice. Lt. Tyree and his team were deployed in an American Carrier, just two miles north of where the Cruise was scheduled to sink. The carrier's name was the USS John C Stennis. It's mission was to border any other Turkish government or military forces from entering. Some of America's allied forces, France, England, and Canada sent forces of their own in Iraq and other countries surrounding Turkey. Despite the battles from 2001-2012, the Iraqi government agreed to allow America and it's allied forces to pass through the country.

   "Excuse me sir, do you know where the Captain is? I'm a family member of his and I need to speak to him." Glenn asked the Deckhand. "Sorry but no one is allowed up into the Control room without the Captain's permission himself, hell, I don't think he's even received clearance to allow any one up there."
Glenn looked into the Deckhand's eyes, "Could you just ask? To make sure?" The Deckhand smiled, I'll see what I can do, I will let you know when I can." Glenn nodded, "Thank you." He went back into his room and pulled out a heavy bag of C4's. Knock Knock. "One moment!" He said loudly hurrying to put the explosives away. He ran to the door and opened it. It was The captain himself. "Hi-. "My god, so this is what it's about." The captain whispered looking into Glenn's eyes. He knew who Glenn was and what he wanted. "No, it's much more than that, see, if I don't sink this ship and kill as many of you bastards on it, I don't get my pay. Or in this case, diamonds." Glenn pulled out a gun and pointed the gun's laser at the Captain's head. "Go."


   Glenn looked out at the hallway before proceeding up into the control room with the Captain. "Stand here." he said, pulling out a silencer. He screwed the silencer on and shoved the Captain. After a long 3 minutes of walking the Captain pointed at a door. "Here it is." The Captain said, worrying. "Open it." Glenn replied. As the Captain opened the door Glenn shoved him out of the way and shot the 4 members of the 5 man crew controlling the ship. "I'm going to need you." Glenn told the crewman. The Captain started whimpering. Glenn searched the room thoroughly and saw an odd painting. It wasn't the painting that was odd, it was where it was positioned. Glenn took the painting down and behind sat a 5x5 safe. "You, come here." She kneeled down by the safe and tried to open it but her hands were too shaky. Noticing the adrenaline from here he calmly whispered to her. " Breathe, it's okay." After a few seconds, she managed to get it open, inside were 50,000 dollars worth of daimonds, along side a .44 Revolver. "Ahh this it is." All of a sudden he heard a low, click. He looked back and saw one of the crewman he had shot pressed the Alarm. "&$$*#!" He cursed and shot the employee.


   "Sir, one of the alarms on the ship has been activated, I believe it's him sir." Sgt. Waters said to the Captain of the Carrier. The Captain nodded, "Give the go." "Aye aye captain."
The Seals were known to stop any threat at any time. They were the most hardhitters in the game of war.
"Go go go!" One seal shouted. As they loaded up the helicopter Lt. Tyree took out a picture of his wife, holding the son he misses from day one of bootcamp. He ran into the Osprey as it slowly flew off the carrier.
The Captain looked out on the deck, saluting as the helicopters flew off one by one. As the helicopters flew off, they passed the country of Kenya and proceeded to Madagascar. By the time they had entered Madagascar's airspace a missile warning was set off. "Missile! Missile!" The Pilot screamed as the warning alarms went off. "Break right!" The Co-Pilot shouted. Lt. Tyree looked out from the hatch and saw the helicopter behind him, turning left, right, trying to avoid the missile. But it was no use. Spinning out of control, the helicopter swirled downward leaning to the left. When it hit the ground, nothing was left but scraps of flying metal and parts and wires hanging out of the aircraft.


   The door gunner released a mayhem of bullets off the minigun. All he heard were bullets being fired and rockets flying into nearby friendly helicopters. "Baseplate! We have enemy Ainti Air missiles!" Tyree screamed, but he could not here the radio transmission through all the noise. One of the seals on board screamed at the Co-Pilot. "Get us the hell out of here!" The pilot swirled to the right going off course, the swirl was so strong it knocked the door gunner off the plane and just hanging by the line holding him to the helicopter.


   "Captain we have enemy forces and battery nearby our Seals." The Captain responded," Get QRF on the situtation now." Corporal Lance entered his fighter jet. An F-16 Fighting Falcon. He flew missions before but none like this. He knew what he needed to do was risky and dangerous, but it was the only way he could save the Seals of death. As Lance sat down, he put on one of the newest helmets the military had invented. He turned it on, and everything that was in front of him was on him. How much fuel he had, was on the screen, the targeting systemw as on the screen. The flares, which were voice activated saved him time from moving his hand and pressing the switch. After closing the hatch and waiting for his friend, Naval Officer Walker, callsign Whiplash 1 to take off he moved onto flight position. "Aye Aye, you have clearance, lift off, lift off." The Deck engineer shouted into the radio. Whoooshh! The plane flew off the deck at the speed of light. Using it's after burners to it's max. "Whiplash 1 switch to channel 4." He said, doing the same himself. All of a sudden the radio was blasted with shouter. "We are hit! Whiplash 1 and 2, this is Neptune 4, we are hit! Coordinates one one two five nine-." Then there was nothing. "What was that?" Lance asked. "I don't know, there must've been at least 3 other voices from other pilots. "Baseplate, we have downed friend aircrafts, get QRF on it ASAP." He said.



   "Holy." Lance whispered looking into the short distance. Noticing friendly helicopters in a one line formation, missiles taking them down one by one. "Walker, you see that?" Walker was very silent but whispered in shock."Yeah." Flying side by side Lance looked over to his left, looking at Walker and said,
"We have to do it." Walker shooked his head."Roger that. All call signs, this is Whiplash one and two, ETA 20 seconds out." Walker said on the radio while swtiching to air to ground missiles. As the jets flew at 200 miles per hour, Lance dropped the first missile, the missile which was drone controlled hit one sam site dead on. As Lance and Walker fired the remaining missiles and drifted off to do another run, a squadron of 2 A-10 Warthog planes dropped JDAMS, making the ground nothing but sparks and fire. "Hot damn!" one of the pilots shouted through the radio.


   Back at base every other plane was getting loaded, EVERY plane. A C-130 Airship loaded Humvees loaded with M203 Mark Grenade Launchers, or Abrams Tanks loaded with .50 Calibur machine guns.
Chinooks carrying and loading 22 men. But one plane was on a different mission. Back at an Iraqi Airfield, one AC-130 Gunship, loaded with a 105 Cannon, mini guns, and a 75 Cannon was on a mission to destroy any additional enemy troops. Escorted by two F-22 Raptors it would fly right into Turkish Airspace and destroy enemy barracks, vehicles, Camps. Taking off the AC-130 slowly lifted off the ground and into the sky, himmering beautifully into the distance.


   The cruise wasn't so calm either, after the alarm had gone off, people thought they were sinking, putting on  vests and waiting by the emergency boats. One passenger noticed four suspicious other passengers holding something in their sleeves. "He screamed gun!" The four men pulled out mini uzi's shooting the passengers and him. Seeing the gunfire on the radar, the Captain aknowledged the radio that shots were fired and there was no way to tell who died and who didn't. After hearing the Captain, two Osprey helicopters broke out of position and proceeded left, heading for the cruise. "Baseplate, this is Neptun two and three, we are heading for the cruise, we are about 35 strong sir." The Captain agv the clearance and the helicopter cruised over to the ship.


   The 4 men proceeded into the lobby where no more than 82 passengers hid. "Stay calm and no one dies."
One passenger yelped,"How do we know that?" The man shot the passenger with a bullet to the stomach, giving him time to die."Did I forget to mention not to question me?" The man said in a French accent.
As the helicopters were in the ships line of sight, the Seals got ready, "We are dropping you off here, close enough to get onto the ship but far enough not to be seen." A Pilot shouted over the noise of the rotors. One by one the seals jumped into the water. Back at Lance's position he could see Turkish Aircraft Carriers and Battleships. As Lance was about to call in the radio, he saw water rise up. Emerging out of the water was a submarine. "Oh SH*T. Baseplate, we got a problem. We have 3 enemy watercrafts. Carrier, Battleship and a Sub."
"Whiplash one, we have another seal team already under water to stop the sub. They will be contacting you for an overview from your perspective. You will need to look out for them over. Call sign Hunter two one." Lance replied shortly after,"Roger that."


   "Let's move out." Lt. Waters said calmly into the radio trying not to make a him and his team a signal on the enemy's radar. The water was so silent you could hear the air tank push air into the rebreather. Chhoooo. "Control your breathing, we don't want them to pick up our signal." Lt. Waters whispered. After a good ten minutes, the submarine was in sight. "There she is." The Seals used their small portable submarines to get them a few minutes ahead of the submarine. Their submarine was small enough to hold 2 men, no hatch. Which made them breathe out of their air tank. "Let her pass." The Lt. said. As the huge Turkish submarine passed, it was so silent, the sub's  SONAR could be heard.
As the submarine passed, Lt. Waters sent one of his seals up to it's tail, where the rotor was, and place a C4 charge. "Do it." Boom! The submarine went back up to surface. "HQ, this is Hunter two one, submarine is now unactionable." "Roger that, your next mission is to take over the sub and use it's weapons against it's own fleet."


   "Get Down!" The French man shouted. "If you kill us, you'll have no where to hide. No Where!"
The French man took of his ski mask, "Who's hiding?" One of his men came up to him and whispered,"Carmelo, we have to hurry and find Glenn. I don't want to take chances here." Carmelo looked back. "You guys watch the deck. Me and Frank will go up and find him." Frank, which was an accomplice of Carmelo agreed.  "Who's watching them?" Frank said pointing at the hostages. "No one." Carmelo replied, shooting all the hostages.


   "Don't do this Glenn, don't do this." The Captain whispered. "You think you can tell me what to do? I have taken enough orders. I have done nothing but sat on the sideline, and watch my country fall apart piece by piece. For years our brothers and sons have spilled their own blood. The west has done nothing but start a global conflict. Failing to restore democracy." The Captain looked at the .44 that was still in the safe. Glenn put one bullet through the Captain's stomach. "This is a message." He walked out onto the hallway where he met Carmelo and Frank. "Hurry Glenn, we have a submarine waiting for us." Carmelo said in a rushed voice. The boat started shaking. The three men looked at the skyscrapers of Turkey in the close distance. One by one each skyscraper fell, American jets filled the sky. "No." Glenn whispered. "Wait, guys look." Carmelo whispered, pointing at a long object no more than 100 feet away from their left. "Is that the submarine?" Frank asked. All three men went downstairs and into the deck to find the other two men.


   "Fire!" Lt. Waters shouted, throwing a frag! "Frag out!" As the Seals killed the sub's crew, and after running up a flight of stairs and passing through 8 different doors, they ran up the a single door, which was bolted heavily. "This is gotta be it." He said, studying the hatch. "Put up the breachers."
One of the seals pulled out two long sticks, putting it on each side of the hatch. "On 3, we blow it and clear it.....3!" The door blasted open, the first 3 Seals first was hit almost instantly. Noticing the enemy had the door locked down, he threw a nine banger. A nine banger is basically a flash grenade, except it blinds the enemy 3 times to do more damage. As the enemy screamed and shouted, he and the rest of the Seals shot the remaining crew, including the Captain. "I found the keys." Lt. Water's said, tossing one key to a seal. They both put the keys into a computer screen,"And, turn." The Lt. said. He hurried and aimed the missiles at the Carrier and Battleship. "All clear baseplate." He ran out and helped the wounded men onto the submarine's top. As he walked out he pulled out a green flare letting ally troops know the submarine was clear. As each missile destroyed the 2 enemy ships, a chinook flew by, and lowered it's hatch onto the submarine. Each of them hurried in. "All Eagles accounted for baseplate, mission complete." He said sitting down. "Hooah Hunter two one. Good fighting."



   "Cmon you two, we need to go before the Americans arrive." Carmelo shouted. Wind started pushing heavily into them. "Oh *#&$! Open fire!" Frank screamed, shooting at the American Osprey. The door gunner of the helicopter shot a relentless amount of bullets at the five men, tearing them. "Four subjects down, no clue if there's more down there." The Seal team Commander looked at the pilot in the eye. "We'll take our chances." The Pilot opened the hatch and the team repelled down to the ships deck searching the bodies. "We need an ID on our HVT." The commander shouted. The team checked the bodies, but there was no sign of Glenn. "He's down there sir." The commander looked down at the lobby's sun roof. Seeing the dead bodies lingering like trash. Then with a sudden blow, the entire team of eight fell to their knees. The commander got up and looked at the water. "Torpedoes!" He screamed at four more hit the ship. "Orbit six two! You are firing at friendlies, cease fire! I repeat cease fire!" The American cruiser responded, "Roger that. Cease fire!"



   "Aw shoot! We gotta hurry and find Beck if we want him alive." One of the team members shouted.
They repelled down to the lobby, stepping over the dead bodies and onto the control room. As they entered the room, they were surprised to find Glenn Beck standing, looking out at the war, holding a glass of wine. "Funny isn't it? This many lives were lost because a secret was revealed. Because someone held a deadly card in their hand." The commander handed his assault rifle to one of his men. The Captain rose his fist and launched it into Glenn's face, making him drop the glass of wine. "No, because of YOU I lost two good men, and my nation and it's allies lost many others. Now get your ass up before me and my men drown with you." He grabbed Glenn by the collar and dragged him to his feet. As they walked up to the deck, jets and helicopters flew close over them and the image of smoke burning from the once tall buildings in the back ground. "Pop green smoke!" A Seal shouted. As the smoke from the can rose up into the air, a Pavelow helicopter flew by the ship and opened it's hatch. One by one the Lt. watched his men run into the helicopter, holding Glenn. Then  he slowly walked onto the hatch, holding on to a beam inside of the helicopter, looking out on the ship as the helicopter took off.

   "Mr. President, sir. We have confirmation that Seal Team 4 has taken out the entire Turkey Naval Fleet and Seal team 5 has taken out all threats on the cruise and has Glenn in custody sir." The Secretary said in a quiet manner to the president, who was sitting at his desk. The President nodded. The secretary then quietly walked to the door. "John." The President whispered. "I want both Seal teams here in 48 hours." The Secretary nodded, "Yes sir."

   Epilogue

"Your going undercover." The General said. "Operation Kingfish is a go, your new identity will be Chris Smith."  He handed him a picture of the Russian International Airport.

"Lock and load." Makarov whispered.

   The sound of guns clicking and loading filled the room as the elevator entered the Airport's top floor. "Remember, no Russian." Makarov reminded the three men, in a deep Russian voice. As the elevator door opened, Chris, along with three other men opened fire. Killing everyone through all three floors. From Cafe's to book stores. Chris looked at the Air Traffic Control board. All the planes changed to delayed. They calmly walked downstairs, not feeling rushed. Shooting at all the people. Kids, mothers, fathers, brothers, at anything that was in sight. Suddenly, at the last floor, a Russian police officer came out and started shouting, "Put your hands up!" The four men could tell the officer was scared, he was shaking tremendously. With no mercy, Makarov emptied out the last 45 rounds in his weapon. Then reloaded a new ammo belt on the machine gun. "This is it." Makarov whispered into the radio, opening a door that led outside, under the planes. "I've been waiting along time for this." One of Makarov's men whispered. "Haven't we all?" He replied.
As they open the door, heavy machine gun fire blasted from both directions and the grenade blasts filled the ears of both sides, smoke covering the air, thinkening their breathing. Russian Swat teams were no match for the weapons Makarov and his men were carrying. Chris tossed a single frag, hitting a Riot shield squad. The police returned fire. Makarov pushed forward to the exfill point.
"This way." He whispered, leading into a hallway, opening metal doors and sneaking past police officials. After walking though numerous doors, their eyes turned to a parked ambulance. "Here we go." As Makarov whispered the back doors of the vehicle opened. Behind those doors was one of Makarov's accomplices. "Do you think they'll know that was a message?" The accomplice asked, talking about what had happen a few moments ago. Makarov pulled out a handgun, "That was no message." He shot Chris in the head. "This is the message, when they find that body, all of Russia will cry for war." The ambulance took off just before the police had arrived to where Chris' body was.

I know I didn't make this song but I wanted to have something to make the story a little more dramatic and memorable. It might sound nerdy but this link will send you to a theme song of a game. It goes very well with the story and I think it will go great after reading this story.

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Quality

   He fought for forgiveness. His parents never gave them their support for this kind of sport. But he knew that they were only skeptical. His parents put him in Aikido whne he was just 8. They had no clue he wanted to make Mixed Martial Arts his career. Ever since he got into his first gym he got, I guess you could say, "hooked". He always knew he was a warrior. if he wasn't in MMA he would've probably looked at joining the military. He knew that the path he was taking was risky, and dangerous. He knew that there would be haters, and trash talkers, but he didn't care. It gave him more fire to strive to be a better him. He never settled for just "good". He wanted to be the best. He watched every UFC fight there was. He adapted to everything and everyone. He trained in Stockton California, despite all the hardships he wanted to be where he was born.  He wasn't just training in Stockton, he was giving back. His younger brother, jumped headfirst into the challenge. They understand each other, and what they need. But they're actions make them heroes to some, and villians to others. The thing that makes them heroes to others is, him and his brother don't care what people say about them. They know that the people trash talking are the ones who aren't fighting him. They were the bench warming trash talkers. His dad, did not support any of his decisions. He wanted to join the military untill he learned about MMA. He still does. MMA is a way for him to take his anger out, and if he could've enlisted at 15 he would've but until then fighting is his hobby. His plan was to make fighting a career after 8 years of service in the United States Army. He sees everybody else wearing cool outfits, sweaters, and hangs out with the coolest people, but to him, they are posers. They are trying to pose themselves as someone they are not. Chris, he takes his own path. He doesn't let any one define his life.
He wants to start cagefighting at the earliest age. To qualify for cage fighting he has to be sixteen. Even though everyone else in it was 18 and older. he didn't care. The only way to do better was play against the best, even though you will get smeared, it was the only way to learn from your mistakes. Playing against newbies wouldn't help at all. When he's not at the gym, he's training at home. With whatever he could find. He'll go running in the morning at seven everday when he isn't at school, when he does have school he'll run at 5 in the morning just to make sure he's getting fit. He asks for advice, but not from his friends, not even his family, because he knows they will try and talk him out of cagefighting. He prays to god for advice, to show him the direction and the rhythm of fighting. Everyone he looks at, even at his best friends from kindergarten tell him he won't last one fight nor one round. He was always the underdog, and he still is. He knows the consequences, physically and mentally, but he did it because he feels he is accepted. It was the only place he had real friends. During his first spar, with full head gear on, he won, using all the combos, kicks, and elbows he learned during training. He excelled in Muay Thai very well. He sparred against two of the biggest guys there, even though the guys were great wrestlers, he found a rhythm, he would find their weakness and attack them there, wrestlers, he knew were not good fighters, they could pin you down very well, so he tried his best to keep a distance and do head kicks. Once he excelled at Muay Thai he signed up for Brazillian Jiu Jitsu, he found out then that BJJ was very useful in MMA. He did combos he learned from both gyms. Throwing a jab, hook, elbow and going for the legs, bringing the opponent down and finish with a submission. He learned reversals in Jiu Jitsu. Such as the Omaplata sweep, he found that was the most usefull too, and the guillotine reverse. All three of his instructors suggested him to do Cagefighting as soon as he could, but his main coach, his family, didn't want him too, they were too scared of the consequences and injuries. Even though he has another year of training until he is qualified to cagefight, his family suggested him to wait until he is eighteen. He didn't want to wait till then, now he's made a promise to himself, to train himself two times harder, train at his weaknesses. If he was ready his personal trainer, Dan Bax, will get a management team running and he would be qualified to fight.

Personafy

  Trying to carry a big lady bug into your house is difficult. Especially when it keeps running away from you. People always ask me why I keep a giant ladybug in my home when I can buy a cat. I hate cats. I find lady bugs far more interesting and they scare away any intruders.  I put the bug down carefully by my coffee table. Using a rug to cover it from being cold and helping it become concealed. After carrying the bug 2 miles from a forest to my house I sat by my coffee table and turned the lamp on since it was beginning to get a little dark outside. I took a glimpse at the time and saw it was 8:43. Steadily I sat down on the chair by my small round table, my vision blurred and my hearring deafened. I was becoming too old to carry all these heavy things into my home. For a minute I thought I was dying. This would be the most peaceful way to die but also the loniest.  

   My sleep was not that pleasant, nor was my dream. During my deep sleep I had a dream I was carrying a big lady bug. I hate bugs especially lady bugs. They look nice but when they craw on me I tend to scream like a little girl. When I woke up it was near midnight. I had been asleep for over three hours.
I stood up and noticed a slight pull or movement in the rug. I ignored it for a few seconds then it happened again. I took a look at the floor and here was this huge bump out of nowhere. I grabbed the biggest weapon I could find that was near me. 

  When I was little I never imagined to have a chair as a weapon in any scenario. I was gripping it above my head ready to blow that thing to Kingdom come. For a second I thought, was this dream real? Did I really bring a giant ladybug into my home? Without hesitation I threw the chair down at it. Then picked it back up and repeated the process for about twenty to thirty seconds. Slowly I could see blood rising up to the surface of the rug. The blood rose up so fast I didn't have time to reach for my 12 gauge that was sitting on my couch.

  Thinking that it was a giant ladybug I wanted to see how good of damage I had done. Slowly I pulled the rag up towards my face and dragged it to the side. “Oh...” My reaction was more of a  reliever, because it was my cat. All this WAS a dream. I didn’t really carry a giant bug into my house, but what was my grandson going to say when he doesn't see the cat. The cat’s back was completely shattered. Bone fragments were on the floor scattered like a puzzle. Slowly I got down and checked for a pulse to make sure I had successfully killed it. For years I have been trying to find a way to kill it. Could've never found a better excuse than this. Only problem was, how would any believe this? Slowly I dragged the impaired animal into the garage, and into a box.