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Jason Lundquist
The time has come for the third and semi-final round of the Sleeper King tournament. Up until now I've known my opponents pretty well, but David is a bit of a cipher. I've seen enough of him to know he's tough as hell, and a stand-up guy, but beyond that I basically don't know him at all. I certainly don't know his training background. From the matches I've seen, he's not without some technique, but I don't think he has the level of training I do. On the other hand, he's bigger and very likely stronger--not by a huge amount, but there is almost 20 pounds of weight difference.
The match we've agreed to is essentially a straight-up fight, though obviously the rules of the tournament require a finish by KO due to strangle or asphyxiation. Most stuff that would be legal in an MMA fight is legal. No low blows. No fish-hooking. No eye-gouging. No biting. But basically everything else. It's gonna be a rough one, I'm certain. I come out to the LOL ring in my BJJ gi, my black belt tied around it, Sultans of Swing playing. There are a few cheers from my federation friends, but for me this is very much a come-back fight in this org, after my rough outing outside of the tournament against my friend Greg Stein. I've mostly recovered from the shock of that match, in part due to Greg's help, but I can feel the pressure not to let a result like that happen again.
When I reach ringside I take my gi and my belt off, folding my gi neatly, putting my folded belt between the jacket lapels. I put the package gently under the ring apron. I remind myself: I re-earn that belt every time I have a serious fight. I kick out of my slides and climb into the ring, bouncing a little to test the floor. Feels good. There is no referee, just an official off to the side in case of injury or some kind of serious foul. Video from several angles would catch anything like that. But I'm not expecting anything--from reputation David is not that kind of guy, and I certainly am not. I bow to the center of the ring, to the official, to the crowd, and then go to my corner, where I bounce on my toes waiting for my opponent.
David Alexander Meadows
The semifinal match of the Sleeper King tournament is here and with it there is me and my opponent Jason, already waiting for me in the ring of the Lights out lounge. He is a pure martial art expert with very good skill and I need to get my adaptive fighting style to match his. It's not an easy task to make but, that's why we are here. To find out who will reach the finals.
I enter the room. Barefoot and in my signature metallic green speedo. All pumped up standing at 6 feet and bringing all 208 pounds of muscle to the match. I walk towards the ring and greet some fans along the way, but my sight is focused on the man in the ring. Rolling in under the bottom rope I get to one knee greetings the official. Then standing up and bowing my head in your direction to show my respect as I slowly back into my corner.
Jason Lundquist
I put my hands at my sides and give a formal bow to you as you nod at me. You look look absolutely shredded. The horn sounds. I bring my hands up into Muay Thai long-guard, hands out in front--the guard will close up as the distance between us closes. Without gloves, I can't rely on shelling up to protect my head--the ungloved hand only covers so much. Parrying is going to be more effective than blocking until I can read you. Similarly, without gloves, closed-fist strikes to the head run the risk of breaking my hands, so at least when I go for head-shots, I'll be using palm-strikes, elbows, or knees and kicks and not closed-fist punches. I move forward in-stance, taking a position in the center of the ring, closing the distance on you but not charging in. I'm more tentative than in the past--I know less about you than I do about other opponents, and...I'd be lying if I said my confidence wasn't still a little shaken from my last match. I want to see what you've got before I go charging in. I wait, gauging distance with my lead hand, tensed for a quick reaction.
David Alexander Meadows
After the horn sounds I see you get into your stance and moving to the center of the ring. I get out of my corner, my legs widened my knees bend and my arms raised to shoulder height ready to grab. I slowly move towards you as I breathe out and flex my core. My arms then lower as I get closer now on my sides, shielding my upper body as I step to the side and start to circle you.
Jason Lundquist
I move into range. There isn't a big height difference, so our reach is about the same. I probe with my lead hand, palm open, to gauge distance, then shuffle forward just a step and fire a left leg front kick--what Muay Thai guys call a teep--right at your solar plexus, to start working on your body and to see how you'll react. I keep my guard disciplined as I do.
David Alexander Meadows
We get closer together and I don't leave my stance as I keep my eyes on you. Then you take a step and fire a kick aiming at my solar plexus. Your leg stretching out and reaching it's target, making me grunt out as my abs are able to absorb that test my arms grab your leg and I push forward pushing to my feet, them letting go and let the momentum do its job.
Jason Lundquist
The kick connects and you snag my heel before my leg can fully retreat. Fast reflexes. Good to know. You push forward then drop the leg, forcing me to stumble a step to recover my stance. If I weren't used to hopping around while wrestlers were trying to finish single-leg takedowns I would almost certainly have fallen. I can feel your strength through your grips. I'm wondering why you didn't attempt a takedown before letting go--but if you know anything about me it's probably that I'm strong on the ground. You cover the distance as I get my balance back, leaving us in much closer range. I fire a left elbow at your face and force a right arm collar tie, gripping you behind your head with my right hand and framing on your left, setting up a big left knee to your ribs.
David Alexander Meadows
We get close and I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my face as your elbow connects making me hiss out in pain. Your right arm snakes around my head as I feel your tight grip. Holding me that close can only lead to something very bad I realise the moment I look down as you hold my head. I quickly wrap my arms around your waist and press you tight against myself, then bend my knees and lift you up a bit as I fall backwards onto the canvas while releasing your waist.
Jason Lundquist
You pull me in before I can launch my knee, forcing your way through my collar tie with surprising strength, then securing a body-lock and lifting me for a big front suplex. For a moment I consider whizzering and trying an forward throw, but I'm in the air too quickly. You release me at the apogee of the lift, and I get enough airtime that I'm able to force a forward shoulder roll. Do enough BJJ and Judo and break falls are automatic. I still hit hard, but I ignore my stinging back and ass and I'm able to roll back up to my feet immediately, turning around just as you get back up. I smirk at you--you've got some game! I bring my knee up, apparently chambering a kick, then drop it, changing levels and driving forward and wrapping up your legs driving my hips in in an attempt to lift you and then cutting the corner to drop you on your ass with me on top--a text-book windmill double-leg takedown.
David Alexander Meadows
After l am sure of performing a good suplex move I get up only to see you back on your feet and ready. You act quickly and get into by wrapping your arms around my thighs and lifting me up in your momentum and slam me down on my ass. As I desperately try to wrap my left arm around the back of your neck as I land on my ass. Only then realising a salty taste on my lips as blood keeps dripping from my nose. Something I didn't realise after that elbow landed in my face a few seconds prior. Angered I hope to keep my hold around your neck.
Jason Lundquist
You reach over the back of my head looking for a guillotine grip, but by turning you in the air, I've landed us in a cross-body position. Your grip is strong, and it hurts my neck, but the angle of our bodies denies you any effective choke. But I also don't want to just wait here, especially given the strain on the back of my neck, so I start to drop hammer fists and elbows on your body while your far arm is tied up holding my neck and your near arm is trapped between us. Your abs are rock hard--it's gonna take some work to make a dent in them--but that just means I need to keep working at it.
David Alexander Meadows
We end up in a cross body position so my choke isn't as effective as it should. All of a sudden I feel your fists and elbows starting to trash my abs. The grunts I release might give you a hint that they are not appreciated by me. But as we are close together you don't get the full swing in. I press my left foot into the canvas and attempt to roll us over so I end up on top of you. My arm releasing your neck and shifting to land on your throat once we roll over.
Jason Lundquist
The bridge and roll are a little surprising, and again I'm surprised by your strength, but without control of either leg, you can't stop me from swinging my left leg over and across your body as you go, trying to slide into mount rather than allow you to roll. But the force of the roll is undeniable, particularly since my decision to slide across means I'm feeding momentum into it. This results in a scramble in which neither of us get what we were aiming for. You wind up on top, but my legs are closed around your hips in a full guard. Your left arm, which you've dropped at my throat, is momentarily out of place, and I'm almost able to secure a head-and-arm control position, but you aggressively push out and sit back up before I can, your right arm posting on my chest to stop me from following you up and sweeping you to your back. I have a strong full guard, but it rarely pays to be on the bottom when striking is legal--way better to find a way back to a dominant position rather than try to attack from here. I reach across with my own right arm, hand wrapping around your right elbow, and shift my hips aggressively to my left (your right), trying to break your posture and clear your arm out of the way to create a pathway to your back before you can start dropping punches and elbows on my body and head.
David Alexander Meadows
We get locked up into a position of strength. Either of us has the top but both of us can gain or lose. Feeling your legs wrapped around my waist and then the pull on my right arm. I spread my legs to add some ground. Flexing my arm under your back and pull towards me as I slowly get my feet on the ground. I get up with you as a leverage grunting hard looking into your eyes I lift you up and then slam you down to the canvas back first.
Jason Lundquist
I feel you start to lift me and my stomach immediately shrinks. I reach for one of your legs to anchor me but I'm in the air too fast, your athleticism and power surprising me again. I consider releasing my legs, but you've got an arm under me, you could still slam me anyway. I tuck my head, awaiting the slam, cursing myself for being stupid enough to let this happen. I feel the weightlessness as the movement upward decelerates, then stops, then you start to accelerate me downward. I brace, exhale before landing, and pain explodes across my back, the force shaking me up even though my head manages to avoid impact. I release my legs, stunned for a moment, back screaming, looking for you through slightly blurry eyes.
David Alexander Meadows
Your back hits the canvas and you release your legs. I straighten my back looking down at you. I step over you and bend my legs kneeling down as I slam my heavy ass onto your abs while my hands go and grab your arms attempting to trap them under my knees and shins. I pump my pecs having a cocky moment looking down at you.
Jason Lundquist
You mount me, pinning my arms with your knees and flexing for the crowd, which roars for you. My face flushes with embarrassment. I struggle fruitlessly for a moment, then I bring my feet to my butt and bridge hard, firing my hips up and turning to my left, upsetting your balance. I then throw my legs up and back toward my head, feet going into your armpits and pushing you over me, trying to force a back roll and looking to pop out between your legs and roll us back over.
I think for a moment about attacking your trapped right leg, but submissions don't win this match, so instead I just try to extract myself and get back up to my feet, still trying to shake off the shame of being pinned and flexed over.
David Alexander Meadows
Being cocky does not pay off on the long run. And I was about to discover that quickly as you bridged your body and roll us both over, ending my short period of being on top. You then roll over and get to your feet. I roll over to the opposite side and get to the ropes and stand up. A smirk on my face as I look at you.
Jason Lundquist
I'm doing a decent job pushing down the anger at that little display of yours when I see the smirk. Oh, I think. Fuck this guy. I push in, trying to keep you caught against the ropes, firing a left hook to your ribs then a powerful right elbow to the side of your head. I drive you into the ropes, then grab your head and left shoulder and pull you backward as the ropes rebound, rolling to the ground and putting my feet on your hips and pressing, trying to launch you over me with what pro wrestlers call a "monkey flip" but I usually call a "balloon sweep."
David Alexander Meadows
You get close to me and drive that left hook into my ribs followed by an elbow to the side of my head. Been driven to the ropes feeling them stretch under my weight. My right arm hooks in as I see you on the ground. My right arm stopping my momentum as I press my feet to the canvas. Shaking my head and smiling as I release the rope and aim a knee towards your face.
Jason Lundquist
I manage to slide my head out of the way, though the knee still comes down hard on my right shoulder and collar-bone, sending stabbing pains through the entire area. I didn't feel anything pop, but I grunt in pain--definitely more than just a bruise. I rear back on my shoulders and fire a brutal up-kick directly at your jaw, then back-roll back up to my feet, facing you. You're a brutal fighter, I'm definitely feeling the damage. But I can see the damage starting to tell on your face as well.
David Alexander Meadows
My knee connects with your shoulder and as a reward you send a kick into my jaw, making me jump up a bit as I then fall onto my back to the canvas, my vision is very blurry as I lay there stunned and not moving.
Jason Lundquist
As I make it back to my feet after feeling the solid connection from the up-kick, I see you crumpled there, next to the ropes, stunned. The anger of just a moment ago drains away, replaced with a little bit of worry that I might have caused some serious damage. I rush over, mounting you--but I don't strike. Instead, I drag a shoulder and arm up and roll us so I can take your back. One of the medical personnel has slid into the ring to watch you closely, but you start to stir just as I begin to slide in my choking arm, looking for a quick, merciful RNC finish.
David Alexander Meadows
As we roll I get to my senses. My back feeling heavy then realising that it is you causing the feeling. My right arm trying to grab yours as you are closing in on a choke hold. I try to mobilise all my senses and start to press on my feet trying to get you off me. Think you found an off switch as you hit that kick to my jaw. But I try to fight back as I can.
Jason Lundquist
I keep my hooks on your hips and continue to try to force you belly-down, sliding the choke deeper. I smell blood, and part of me wants to finish this quickly so I can advance. But part of me also wants to finish it quickly so you can get checked out, so I can make sure you're really okay. Though man, you're certainly still fighting. Controlling you is tough. But maybe I can rattle you a little more. I pull back my left hand and smack the back of your neck, just below the point where the spinal column connects, a couple of times with the blade of my wrist, trying to stun you just enough to make this finish quick. I continue to snake in with my right arm, waiting for the moment I am elbow-deep before I begin to squeeze.
David Alexander Meadows
I keep on fighting as good as I can. My body all constricted by your legs as I try to rely on my arms to push your choking arm back. Suddenly I feel a pain in the back of my neck as you hit it for the first time. I growl and then feel another hit feeling light headed my arms just give in as I am not able to keep them fighting back. Then I just feel your arm slide under my throat. I breathe in deeply.
Jason Lundquist
I stop the concussive assault and instead slide my left arm in behind your head, grabbing my own right arm and expanding my chest, using my arm and chest to drive your head down into the V formed by my right arm, my bicep constricting one side of your carotid and jugular, my forearm the other, and my elbow positioned to avoid any pressure on your windpipe, you can breathe just fine as the circulation is cut off to your brain. I bear down slowly, wanting this to be as efficient as possible. "Shhhhh," I whisper right into your ear. "It was a good fight, David. You got caught. No shame in it. But it's time to go to sleep."
David Alexander Meadows
Feeling your arms slowly wrapping around my neck. My big body slowly giving up all the struggle and shutting down. Your words make it to my ears but you don't get s response any more as my eyes flicker a few times before staying shutting. My chest still heaving but my brain shut down.
Jason Lundquist
The medical tech gets one look at your body as it goes slack and starts to pry me off of you. I immediately let go, kneeling next to you as the guy checks on you. You're awake in a few seconds, and you play it pretty close to the vest but I can see your disappointment at your loss. The official slides into the ring, tries to get me to get up so he can raise my hand, but I'm not budging until it looks like you're okay. When that's finally clear, I get up. The official raises my hand. There are some cheers. I help you up. Hug you, feeling that...fucking rock hard body against mine. "You're tough as hell, David, and I meant what I said. You just got caught. Can happen to anybody. Rematch anytime." I whisper. Then I chuckle. "But I swear to god if you flex while pinning me again I'm gonna have to let the air out of your tires or something."
David Alexander Meadows
I smile at you remark and attempt to flex my arm. It's sloppy but I flex. Patting your shoulder "This was a great match and you found my off switch by chance. A rematch surely booked." I say as I hang my heavy body into yours and we walk out. "Oh congrats by the way." I whisper to your ear on our way out.
Published: 11 days ago, viewed 109 times.
Jason Robben
10 days agoHot stuff!
Freaker
10 days agoThis is the kind of fight that keeps you hooked from start to finish. Jason's technique and patience collide with David's raw strength, and neither man gives the other an easy moment. The momentum keeps changing, making every exchange feel important. The up-kick that changes the fight and the perfectly applied rear naked choke are a great finish to a hard-fought battle. Just as memorable is the respect both men show after the match, proving that great rivals can also be great sportsmen. Thanks for bringing this excellent Fight to THE HIGH TABLE.
Jason Lundquist
10 days ago(In reply to this)
Thanks for your words, Freaker. I really enjoy the drama of technique versus athleticism matches, and this was mostly that, though one should not sleep on DAM's technical skills--he may not have the same kind of formal training, but he knows his stuff. This was a fun one to write, I'm glad it was also a fun one to read. I certainly owe David an opportunity to claw this one back, though as I said in the match, there's no shame in the result here. It could easily have gone the other way.
Kad Royce
10 days agoThis match between Jason and David is a great example of what CF can produce when two serious, respectful and technically strong fighters meet. The story highlights a very clear opposition: Jason, methodical, precise, trained in martial arts, and David, powerful, explosive, instinctive. This duality gives the fight a constant tension, each exchange revealing a little more the personality and style of both men.
What works particularly well is the fluidity of the transitions. The projections, the rolls, and the ground control attempts are described with a true understanding of grappling. We see the intentions, the adjustments, the mistakes, and that makes the fight credible and immersive. Jason reads his opponent, tests, adapts. David absorbs, but surprises. Neither of them completely dominates, and it’s this alternation that gives the match its rhythm.
The moment when David manages to ride Jason and catch him is a real psychological turning point: Jason feels shame, David enjoys the moment. But the reversal that follows shows Jason’s mental strength, able to regain control without getting carried away by emotion. The fight then becomes a silent conversation between two men who get to know each other through effort and pain.
Jason’s up‐kick is the tipping point. Brutal, clear, perfectly delivered. It opens the way to a clean, technical, respectful conclusion: a rear naked choke executed with calm and precision. Jason does not seek to humiliate, he seeks to finish correctly. And the way he immediately relaxes, refuses to celebrate before being sure that David is well, gives the character a real nobility.
The end is superb: mutual respect, humor, promise of revenge. We feel that this fight is not an end, but a beginning. A sporting relationship, perhaps a friendly one, that will develop.
In short: an intense match, technical, human, very friendly. Thanks to you both
Jason Lundquist
10 days ago(In reply to this)
Thank you for the kind words, Kad! DAM gave me almost more than I could handle. But in a fight, a single move can turn things around; that's one of the things that makes the fight game so thrilling. Given the context, it made sense to us for the match to be more sportive and competitive than erotic, and I'm glad that didn't hurt its readability. David was a great partner for this piece, and I look forward to telling more stories with him!
The Tattooed muscle Brawler
10 days agoIn a thrilling clash of styles, BJJ black belt Jason Lundquist overcame a massive 20 lb weight deficit to choke out the powerhouse David Alexander Meadows securing his spot in the Sleeper King tournament finals.
Lundquist opened with tactical distance management, landing a sharp left elbow that shattered Meadows nose. Meadows responded with pure power, hoisting Lundquist into a massive front suplex.
After Lundquist executed a perfect breakfall and drove through for a double leg takedown, Meadows bridged out of side control. Showing off his explosive strength Meadows stood up with Lundquist on his hips and delivered a spine jarring slam.
Meadows mounted Lundquist and paused to flex for the crowd. This brief window of showboating allowed Lundquist to gather his senses bridge violently, and execute a balloon sweep to escape. Back on their feet Meadows landed a punishing knee to Lundquist's collarbone. But as Lundquist fell back he fired a desperate, brutal up kick directly to Meadows jaw, instantly short circuiting the big man's system. With Meadows dazed on the canvas Lundquist quickly took his back, softened him up with wrist strikes to the neck, and locked in a flawless deep Rear-Naked Choke. Meadows went unconscious, prompting a swift referee stoppage. Meadows showboating cost him invaluable momentum, but his sheer athleticism proved he is a future title threat. Lundquist’s veteranship composure under fire, and lethal up kick earned him a hard fought ticket to the finals. The bout concluded with exemplary sportsmanship as both fighters shared a laugh and embraced post fight. Excellent match guys and congrats Jason.
Jason Lundquist
10 days ago(In reply to this)
Thanks Scott! If there's one thing you learn as a grappler, it's how to fall well when thrown, but I kind of wish I'd been able to avoid him getting me airborne in the first place! We wanted the match to be back and forth, even until the end, but also read like a true fight. And like in a true fight, sometimes one move ends up being decisive. I really enjoyed putting this together with David, we'll have to fight again sometime soon. Though you and I may be fighting sooner than that--as I understand it, I'll be facing either you or Jake in the final, so I'd better get back to training!
Gregory Stein
11 days agoGreat semi finals match from 2 stellar guys. DAM!!! Gives a strong exit from the tournament. Big 🦍🫂 for DAM!!! You'll never be 2nd nurse in my book. And my opinion of The Professor goes without saying. And I'm not saying anything of that just because of my honorable mention... 😘😉
Jason Lundquist
11 days ago(In reply to this)
Thanks Greg! DAM is damn tough. Can't help but think I got a little lucky. Thanks for the comment and glad you enjoyed!