BAM! WHAM! KICK!– I CHEERED

Half-naked sweaty guys throwing each other to the floor… sexy waitresses delivering alcohol… hundreds of people yelling… food wrappers everywhere. How did I stumble into a Jonas Brothers concert? Just kidding. I was at Tampa’s Real Fighting Championships— a testosterone-driven event where mixed martial artistsĀ (local andĀ alien) gathered to take down their opponents. Honestly, I’m pretty…