Sold!

Hi,
Sorry for all the mystery, but we wanted to wait until it was official to make the announcement. I know it is only about 4pm in the Midwest, but it is almost midnight here and I want to go to bed.
My name is Marcus Prince, and I’m the new owner of ChokingMinnesota.com. I’m a Minnesota ex-pat living in Moscow for the time being (work takes me all over) and I have been reading this site for quite a while now. I can’t exactly say that it reminds me of home, but it has definitely made me laugh.
 I have my MBA, but I also minored in journalism in college and have always enjoyed covering sports.
I contacted the previous owner, Jon, about four months ago seeing if he would be interested in having a partner. To say he was uninterested would be polite. I wrote a few pieces for him, a couple of leads, etc, to show that I love the tone of the site and don’t want it to change. 
Really, I just wanted more out of it; more articles, event results and op/eds. Though, only time will tell if I can keep to that standard.
Most things will stay the same, Jon (on occasion) and I will both use the Choking Minnesota facebook page, and you can contact me at chokingminnesota@gmail.comor my own facebook page. Chances are if you see the CM logo online after 4pm, it’s Jon and I am asleep or passed out. Perhaps that’s why Jon likes me.
Just four days ago, Jon agreed to stay on and cover some local events, handle advertisers and maybe do the occasional op/ed piece, but he will largely be stepping back to spend more time with his family and work/writing (still haven’t read his book, but it’s on the to-do list). I also hear, possibly, some color commentary work is in the future, though can’t imagine what that will sound like.
And I feel that in keeping with the tone of the site, I will need to do what I can to continue the Amy For President (or whatever it is) campaign.
I really hope to do the site justice and make the transition as smooth as possible. To prove my intentions weren’t just to piggyback on the site’s success, I submitted Jon the article below about some fights that were planned at a club near Kolomna, Russia. 
He must have seen something in it that he liked. I hope you do, too.
Enjoy! I’m going to bed.
My Heart of Darkness
by Marcus Prince 
Can I confide in you? 
It is my understanding that it is nearly impossible for a mind with a tenuous grasp on reality to be able to separate itself from works of fiction. In many cases not only drawing parallels, but also substituting places and occurrences in literature for its past, present and future.
And given the amount that I straight up abused my body in college (not to mention the fact that no one drinks water in Russia), and the cumulative effects of massive jetlag, my 2003 Lada 2104-5-7 (which is a car for those of you unfamiliar with the Russian auto market) barreling down the M5 to the stretches of rural Russia might as well be a steam boat on the Congo River. I am Charles Marlow. My query is Kurtz. This is my decent into the Heart of Darkness.
…and you all have no idea what I am talking about do you? I’m guessing you saw the Kurtz part and probably thought Apocalypse Now, right? Well, that movie was based on the Joseph Conrad book Heart of Darkness written in 1902.
I love you Lavar Burton, but this is how Reading Rainbow is supposed to be!
Anyway, it will take a couple hours to get to the club (so sad what I will do for a good fight, or any fight, but any port in the storm) and my mind tends to wander on these long, lonely car trips. 
I swear, if I suddenly drive through a white fog, I’m going to lose it. I don’t care if it is the Russian traveler or Dennis Hopper. I’m not ready for that. 
I don’t know what to expect from the fights. We’ve all either seen or heard horror stories about fights on Native American reservations back in the Midwest. Well, do you think Russia has better regulations? Sure, this is at a club, but semi-rural Russia isn’t exactly an MMA Mecca. 
They ain’t all Fedor, you know.
There’s a kind of madness to it all. Being a MMA writer isn’t the greatest thing in the world. In fact, for the most part it downright sucks. Or it at least it used to. This isn’t an oh-woe-is-me moment; I embrace the road I have taken. I’m just telling you that the life isn’t what you might think.
I’ve been watching MMA regularly for about twelve years now and spent the last three years or so writing the odd MMA piece for different websites, usually under a pseudonym, but now enough coworkers know about it, so why not embrace it?
Writing for other people is, for the most part, bitch-work, really. Most people that write MMA do so because they don’t want real jobs, or they can’t be fighters themselves so they like the limelight that MMA affords them as journalists. 
Side Note: Though, calling 99% of MMA writers out there journalists is literally shitting on the memory of the likes of Helen Thomas, Hunter Thompson, Judith Miller, Edward R. Murrow, Walter Cronkite and hundreds of other brilliant talents.
While there are some holdouts that cover MMA because they still really love the sport, that gets drummed out quickly enough from having to interview a never-ending string of no-talent fighters that think they will be the next Tito, Chuck, Randy, Anderson or Georges. 
Or the truth is that said “journalist” really sucks as a reporter, writers and a person.
Many sites themselves seem to take some kind of sick pleasure in screwing writers out of paychecks and reimbursements. This isn’t a front end kind of business, and when you work on the back end, you have to expect that is exactly where you will get stuck first.
I’ve seen some version of mixed martial arts fights on four continents, and for the most part, it is same the world around. The differences are mainly in how the fighters carry themselves, but if you know what you are looking at, it’s all the same.
Here’s a little insight into the life:
You ask the questions the fighter has either already answered a dozen times before, or that they will never be asked again because they are no good. You don’t ask the questions you want to ask, because if you piss off the wrong guy, you will lose a connection in case lightning strikes and they get called to the big show.
Side note: I’m sure this is why Jon is so adamant against interviewing fighters. It isn’t worth it. Who really cares? Go punch that guy in the head and stop having to deal with a public that expects you to be respectable members of the community. Either you are or you aren’t. Most of you aren’t.
And I respect that.
What? Mike Tyson was unstable? You mean that an uneducated, violence-prone guy that gets paid tens of millions of dollars to try and destroy another man isn’t able to cope with the fame and lifestyle change? 
The hell you say!
Next, go watch a fight, pretend to care who wins. Pretend to be riveted by the guy who can only wrestle, the guy that thinks muay thai is enough or the guy that only knows one submission (and even then, not very well).
Have a shot of vodka (or two if you recently had to make a student loan payment. Three if it was for grad school).
Watch another ring girl. The fringe events are the best, out in the woods. Notice a fresh scar; maybe a knife, maybe a c-section.  Note that she doesn’t seem to notice her own 5’1, 200 pound frame squished into daisy dukes.
Side note: more of a United States thing. The Russian and Brazilian girls are pretty smokin’, but dead behind the eyes.
Have another shot, after all, they are cheaper than water.
Don’t tell anyone who you are. Say you are from Sherdog or MixedMartialArts.com, it saves having to look at another blank stare and nod as if they know who you are, or like it matters.
The fights are over. Watch the celebrating; the peacock strutting from the horrible mismatches. Watch each fighter go to the bar, regardless of age, and start drinking. Know at that moment, every single fighter is thinking all eyes are on them and that they are the envy of every available woman.
Have another shot when you realize that this is the life you have chosen for yourself. Stop thinking that anything you write matters. Start to wonder, what if I actually embraced the insanity of it all and just went where things took me?
Find yourself an hour outside of another venue -days, weeks, months later-wondering how crazy things can get. Worst case scenario you don’t get gas money compensation, or they say there isn’t a room for you like the promoter promised. Know that it is your fault for trusting a promoter, after all, they are standing behind you, just waiting for your boss to get done.
When you take away the expectation that you are writing something that matters, or that you will do better in life, the sport is really fun. Mismatches? Who cares? That just means the event is over quickly and you can finally hit on women playing “the silly American”, hoping their boyfriend isn’t former or current Spetnaz. 
They all go the distance as they beat the hell out of each other? Works for me! One guy just lays on top of the other guy for three rounds? So what? They do that in the UFC, too. It just means you can go to the bar in the middle of a round instead of having to wait for song-that-was-popular-in-1995 walkout music to start again.
Stop thinking you are a special and unique little flower in the manure field that this sport can too often become. Have another shot, just to help sleep come.
It’s been a while since I’ve been to a casino or rez fight, but I’m guessing where this venue is will be close to that sort of scenario. I’ve never been to one at the venue (never heard of it until earlier this week). I know next to nothing about the fighters. This is as much of an adventure as MMA writers actually do. I’m in foreign and possible hostile territory, chugging up the Congo with a thought of what I might see, but no actual idea.
I hope for the best, believe it or not. I always do. I hope these fights are barn-burning showcases for talent that will grace the sport for years. I hope the club and promoters put on a smooth, classy show. 
Do I know any of this? No, but sometimes, you just have to go.
Follow up: Well, the show was cancelled. It turns out that “the guy whose aunt is nurse said she can’t”. So there was no ringside “doc”. The whole event was bagged. I still got a room and blew my mileage reimbursement on booze and dirty imported Carmella Bing movies.
I love this game!

Downtown Showdown 8 Results (7/14/2012)

 

The other day I was talking to a friend of mine- a far more respected and successful MMA writer than myself (which is to say that she can type words like “restaurant”, “concise” and even “successful” without the use of spell check)- when we briefly spoke of our thoughts on the sport.

I have my own issues with the turn that MMA has taken in the mainstream. I’m not a fan of how fighters are trying to rise above. GSP, Rashad, Andrei…in suits? On the cover of GQ? Are you f***ing kidding me?

Part of the great joy that is this sport is going to watch two hungry fighters step in there ready and willing to beat the living s*** out of each other. Two guys (or girls…frankly I love watching the fairer sex fight, they fight like caged animals and I dig that s***!) that work full time jobs, maybe have families at home, that train their a**es off in the ring and on the mat to get to the next level.

Or even just one guy like that and one total soup can that had a bunch of friends convince them that they are good enough to get in the cage only to get the holy living f*** beaten out of them in under two minutes.

Give me local shows. Give me ring girls that actual act like they want to be there (sadly few and far between…and you thought I could get through an article without mentioning Amy Krog. As if.). Give me a PBR tallboy or six. Them’s good times!

Thinking that MMA is shiny and flowery is like watching Disney versions of Alice in Wonderland or Cinderella. Let me save you some time: that s*** is f***ed up! Alice is a total Ken Kesey-esque acid trip and the wicked step sisters have their eyes plucked out by owls after trying to cut their feet to fit the glass slipper.

No, seriously. That stuff is messed up.

I’m a simple man. The other day a guy complimented me by saying my writing was pragmatic. Well, I took it as a compliment because I thought he said priapismic… (prahy-uh-piz-mick, noun: pathology. continuous, usually nonsexual erection of the penis).

Which is a compliment given that I’ve had a pretty bad case of whiskey d*** since 2003.

Then I looked up pragmatic and I realized that I could have summed up all that I just wrote by saying I am pragmatic (prag-mat-ik, adjective: of or pertaining to a practical point of view or practical considerations).

You know what, I should apologize, I just typed all that s*** because I needed to kill time until the fights started…so, yeah…

Here we go. All nine fights tonight are pro fights! Knees, elbows and I’m maybe even some tears. Good stuff. Good stuff.

I want to note that I don’t appreciate announcer using the moniker “Amy The Other Ring Girl” come on…respect. And whoever that douchebag was that took the extra seat next to the ring girls, someone should make that guy look or sound stupid (even if he can do that himself).



Nick Ammerman (1-0) vs Jesse Coca (1-1)
Round 1) Coca goes for a spinning back kick and a flying knee early. Ammerman pulls him out of the air and slams him with authority, but Coca works back to his feet. Coca continues to work the jabs and the front kick. Ammerman gets his head snapped back and cut under the eye. Coca’s hands are down as he struts superior hands. 
A crisp uppercut lands from Coca and Ammerman shoots in for the takedown and avoids the guillotine. Coca gets his legs circled and looks for the triangle or armbar, but Ammerman stacks him against the cage, where the round ends.
Round 2) Ammerman finds a little more success with his striking and makes Coca pay for another spinning back kick attempt with a takedown. Coca is on his back as Ammerman looks to drop a huge bomb, that he very nearly gets. 
Coca gets back to his feet, but looks less confident. Coca lands a strong hook and spits a little blood from an Ammerman uppercut. The round ends on its feet. This fight is two rounds for Ammerman.
Round 3) The two are pawing at each other. That’s about it. Ammerman is respecting Coca’s jab and Coca is respecting Ammerman’s takedown. The two are trying to size each other up, but landing little in the way of striking. Another spinning back kick from Coca. The fight ends with both men trying to range each other. Sadly, the crowd is more animated than the fighters.
Winner: Nick Ammerman via unanimous decision (29-28 on all cards)
Roland Larson (2-3) vs Patrick Delgado (0-0)
Round 1) Delgado is the aggressor and takes the fight to the ground quickly. Larson turns for the heel hook and Delgado steps out of it. Larson tries to stand, but Delgado swarms and Larson is forced to keep a hand down for three points of contact (so Delgado can’t knee him in the head). Delgado is forcing the pace hard.
Whoa! Did Delgado just land a knee with Larson’s hand on the ground? If he did, the ref didn’t see it. Delgado is relentless. He is raining down elbows with authority and Larson is forced to tap out.
Winner: Patrick Delgado via submission due to strike at 1:38 of the 1st round.
Nate Hoffman (2-3) vs. Chase Waldon (2-1)
Round 1) Hoffman lands a couple of punches but has a weird “what does my hand smell like” stance. Holy s***! There’s a huge flurry from Waldon and Hoffman looks in trouble, but no knees. Why no knees? Oh, there’s a knee finally. Wow, Hoffman survives. 
Hoffman turtles and Waldon lands several un-warned hammer fists to the back of the head. Hoffman survives. Waldon goes for an arm triangle, Hoffman survives. Seeing a trend yet? Waldon lands a cracking uppercut through Hoffman’s turtle, but…you guessed it: Hoffman survives the round.
Round 2) Hoffman looks tired, but avoids a shot and looks to lock up an anaconda choke. It is loose and he is wasting a lot of energy trying to get it to work. He tries to switch to a guillotine, but this time it is Waldon who survives. Waldon is on his back and…BOOM! Armbar! The fight is over!
Winner: Chase Waldon at 2:48 of the 2nd Round Via Armbar
Derek Smith (8-5) vs. Jesse Midas (5-2)
Round 1) This should be…fights over.
Winner: Jesse Midas via KO at :11 of the 1st Round.
Smith is pissed, he just climbed the cage and left. Note for all those pissed, yes it was fast, yes it sucked, but it was a flash knockout. Smith’s body went stiff on impact and when he hit the mat he woke up. It looks really s***y, I know, but his brain touched the back of his skull. Regardless of how he feels, the ref made 
 the right call.
Derek just did he classy thing and came back in the cage to shake Midas’ hand. Man, that really sucks. And it is reason #526 why I will never fight MMA. It’s hard enough for me to get out of bed in the morning without having to worry about flash KO’s.
Erik Vo (5-6) vs. Zach Wolff (18-8)
Round 1) Wolff is sportin’ some cute little dreds as this fight starts in a blur of movement and strikes from both fighters. Both Vo and Wolff are working combinations and varying up their strikes before Wolff snags a double and avoids the guillotine into half guard. Wolff passes to side then to mount without hesitating. Vo rolls to his knees to avoid and Wolff transitions to a PRISTINE triangle! Vo rolls to avoid, but Wolff follows him to mount. This fight is over!
Winner: Zach Wolff via submission (triangle) at 2:30 of the 1st Round
Matthew Pazanin (6-0) vs. Cully Butterfield (7-1)
Round 1) Butterfield shoots, Pazanin sprawls. Butterfield is in top half guard…or is it Pazanin?  I don’t know, man, it didn’t take me too long to get bored with this one. My buzz must be wearing off. Nothing personal guys, it’s actually some really good grappling, just grinding to comment about it. So, here’s a hot chick doing the cinnamon challenge:

Nice. Nice.

Round 2) Butterfield is controlling the fight. Pazanin looks like a bloody mess. Man, I should have been paying attention last round. Butterfield works to mount and Pazanin turns away. Pazanin gets flattened onto his jiggle belly (…jiggle belly?) and Butterfield  continues to grind… still bored. Here’s the Star Wars kid:

I want to give that kid a hug.

Round 3) Pazanin get dropped fast, Butterfield s in top half guard again. Butterfield in top half guard again…you know what, I’m sorry, but I know where this is going. So I’m going to get another tallboy. I’ll wait to hear the announcement from the bar.
Winner: Cully Butterfield by unanimous decision.
Yeah! Intermission! Whiskey!

Wait…wait…did I just miss a ring girl dance contest between Amy Krog and Lidia Chesnokova (by the way, two AWESOME names)?!?! What the f***?! Damn you PBR and your siren’s call into my soul!
BJ Lacy (17-17) vs. Isaiah Larson (16-6)
Round 1) Larson nearly gets Lacy’s back early, but Lacy keeps his base and Larson unintentionally drags Lacy on top of him. Larson works for a heel hook, but Lacy walks out of it and Larson stands. Larson lands a leaping hook and tries for another takedown, but Lacy avoids again. 
Finally, Larson gets Lacy to the ground and works from top half guard. Larson gets cross side and straight to mount. The round ends to Larson in top cross side.
Round 2) Lacy looks fresh but Larson wobbles him early with a hook and takes him down. Larson works from top cross side with short punches. Lacy gets back to closed guard and is able to finally sweep Larson, taking top half guard. Larson gets back into Lacy’s guard. Lacy passes and lands a few knees to the body from top half. 
Larson’s body is shaking like…well, if you don’t know who by now, you haven’t been reading my articles enough ;). Lacy has turned this fight around.
Round 3) The Viking slips and looks heavy on his feet as Lacy works his muay thai. Larson looks as though he is waiting for that one big shot. I’ll tell you this much, Larson can take a punch. 
This crowd is going crazy. Literally. The cops escorted one guy away from the cage and had to break up a confrontation…between two women. Damn.
Larson shoots for a desperate takedown and gets it. He’s holding on and looking to grind out the win on this one. As the round end, Lacy pounds the ground. He looks pissed, like a man that just let the fight slip away. This one goes to the judges.
Winner: BJ Lacy via split decision (29-28, 29-28, 28-29)
Lacy thanks God. And rightly so, because God does all the training, sweating, bleeding and frankly, he hates the other guy.
Co-Main Event
Ryan Burwick (8-2) vs. Rich Taylor (10-2)
Round 1) Taylor gets an early double and Burwick won’t let go of the headlock from bottom cross side. The two stand. Burwick looks calm and throws a flurry. Taylor drives Burwick into the cage and the two jockey for position. The two trade hooks and Taylor shoots for the single, narrowly avoiding the guillotine. Taylor stands and the round ends with him looming over Burwick.
Round 2) A flurry from Taylor and inside leg kick catches Burwick in the junk. Burwick doesn’t take much time and the two are trading flurries again. Taylor again with a brilliant level change and shoot. Taylor is cut and bleeding from the brow, but gets another takedown not long after the two stand again. He works cross sides.
The refs stands them and Taylor keeps working short hooks. He goes for a fireman’s carry, misses and catches a kick, taking the fight back to the mat. Burwick keeps the action tight in half guard as the round ends.
Round 3) Both men have lost a step, but Taylor still gets a takedown against the cage. Burwick goes for a short guillotine and upkick as Taylor stands, but Taylor keeps pressing the action. Burwick works z-guard and Taylor looks to finish the fight with hammer fists. Burwick avoids and Taylor throws a lot, including a rolling heel kick. Nothing really lands and this fight is going to the judges.
Winner: Rich Taylor via unanimous decision (all judges 30-27)
Okay, you guys have to see this. This is unsolicited. Un-doctored. I think I need to change my shorts…I mean… I totally have this kind of thing happen to me all the time. What? I’m totally cool…shut up. This is my time. You can’t take it from me. I’m getting this framed:
Main Event:
Josh Rave (19-6) vs. Tony Belvedere (14-5)
Round 1) Feisty, thank you ring girl Lidia, that’s the perfect adjective for these two fighters. They both have moments of nice combinations, but also moments of telegraphing their strikes. That’s about it for all five minutes. Good luck scoring that round.
Round 2) Rave is in top mount before I can say 1,2,3 sober. Belvedere is able to work all the way to guard. Rave stays active in top guard and Belvedere’s face is showing the brunt of it. Rave gets to cross side and lands a vicious knee from top cross side and moves smoothly to mount and transitions to a slick as s*** arm triangle before anyone knows what happened. Least of all Belvedere, who is out cold within moments. An absolutely beautiful finish for the Omaha native!
Winner: Josh Rave via arm triangle at 2:43 of the 2nd Round

That’s it. I’m going to bed. With blue b***s.

MTT No Gi Submission Only Tournament Results (6/30/2012)

Well, the first one is in the books. It was definitely and interesting ride, and from the feedback, I think we will be doing another comp soon (maybe November).
However, looking back on it, I have to say that it felt a lot like getting married.
Don’t worry, my wife finds my writing just as tired and pedantic as most of you do, so there is no chance she will actually read this. Thus I am free to elaborate.
A wedding is basically a s*** load of planning for just one day. It is all about trying to figure out all the details in order to make that day run as smoothly as possible. You want everyone that comes to have a good time and say good things.
Somehow, a day that started out as just your idea, and your work, turned into something about everyone else. That is to be expected and I’m okay with it.
However, I do feel a little bit of that sadness now that it is over. I really didn’t a chance to enjoy most of it (just like my wedding) and I was stone sober the entire time (definitely NOT like my wedding).
It was hotter than the devil’s a**hole in there and everyone competed like champs. Some of the videos that I have seen have been downright spectacular. A couple of matches were the pure definition of what we pursue in BJJ; wrestlers found out real quickly that without a good submission game, just lay-and- pray was useless.
We got a great turn-out for a first time competition.
Huge props to our cousins at Warriors Cove who had (I think) 26 guys competing and clearly took the lead in medals with 26 (11 of those being gold and running the table in two divisions, including the intermediate absolute).
Also, our cousins at Next Edge Academy (headed by Bruce Hoyer) that made the long drive that morning from South Dakota. As well as the guys over at Next Level Combat/10thPlanet that came and represented a very tough no gi game.
Big thanks to Mike and Fabio for their reffing and everyone that filled in the gaps (we will do better to get it all ironed out ahead of time next time as well as getting a fourth and maybe fifth ring going).
Thanks to Michelle and Kim for working the door.
Huge thanks to Thao Le and Jiu Jitsu Addict. Jeff Swanson and KO Gear. Jeremy Bjornberg and SEG Entertainment. Luke Summerfield and BJJ Life. Thanks so much for the gear and sponsorship! It was pretty sweet being able to give out all that swag.
Thanks to the following gyms for participating:
Now, enough teasing on to the results…
Men’s Advanced Absolute
1st Place- Zig Evamois (MTT/Machado)
2nd Place- Wes Cambell (Spartan MMA)
3rd Place- Bruce Hoyer (Next Edge Academy)
Men’s Advanced 220.1 and Above
1st Place- Zig Evamois (MTT/Machado)
2nd Place- Bruce Hoyer (Next Edge Academy)
3rd Place- Nate Howe (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s 30+ Advanced Open Weight
1st Place- Joe Davis (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd Place- Tom Mondragon (Warrior’s Cove)
3rd Place- Dan Moerkel (MTT/Machado)
Women’s Absolute
1st– Ashlee Wicklund (The Academy)
2nd– Erin Lane (Next Level Combat/10thPlanet)
3rd– Sara Schloesser (Gracie Barra/Dual Dragons)
Women’s Advanced Open Weight
1st Place- Ashlee Wicklund (The Academy)
2nd Place- Erin Lane (Next Level Combat/10th Planet)
Men’s Advanced Under 220.0
1st– Ben Neumann (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Topher Braddock (MKG/Machado)
3rd– Wes Cambell (Spartan MMA)
Men’s Intermediate Absolute
1st– Jack Bills (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Zach Brauer (Warrior’s Cove)
3rd– Charlie Schultz (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s 30+ Intermediate Super Heavyweight
1st– Trent Roth (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Greg Gilbert (MCFM/Machado)
Men’s Intermediate 205.1 and Above
1st– Jake Bills (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Charlie Schultz (Warrior’s Cove)
3rd– Mahir Lucarevic (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s Intermediate 190-205.0
1st– Marlin Carlson (MKG-Duluth/Machado)
2nd– Jeremiah Carlson (MKG-Duluth/Machado)
3rd– Pete Gaffney (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s Intermediate 175.1-190.0
1st– Melor Strum (Gracie Barra)
2nd– Jacob Sajevic (Excel Lifeforce)

Men’s 30+ Intermediate 175.1-190.0
1st- Max Lundeen (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd- Richard Cochrane (Excel)
3rd- BJ Krenner (Warrior’s Cove)

Men’s 30+ Intermediate Under 180
1st– Jamie Tresidder (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Charles Neely (Spartan MMA)
3rd– Jeff Martin (MTT/Machado)
Men’s Intermediate 160.1-175.0
1st– Zach Brauer (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Levi Danielson (MCFM/Machado)
3rd– Nick Porras (Next Level Combat/10thPlanet)
Men’s Intermediate 145.1-160.0
1st– Karter Holthuson (Petushin Martial Arts)
2nd– Brooks Monahan (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s Intermediate Under 145.0
1st– Jon Ebert (Academy)
2nd– Reed Weiland (World Jiu-Jitsu)
3rd– Jake Baker (MTT/Machado)
Men’s Beginner Absolute
1st– Jack Haren (Next Level Combat/10thPlanet)
2nd– Justin Kimbell (World Jiu-Jitsu)
3rd– Marcus Beddor (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s Beginner 220.1 and Above
1st– Justin Kimbell (World Jiu-Jitsu)
2nd– Derek Doering (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s 30+ Beginner 174-185
1st– Clayton Summitt (Next Level Combat/10thPlanet)
2nd– Kurt Keagler (Warrior’s Cove)
3rd– Scott Hoemke (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s Beginner 160.1-175.0
1st– Alex Sina (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Michael Frederick (Next Level Combat/10th Planet)
3rd– Roushev Charnev (MCFM/Machado)
Men’s Beginner 145.1-160.0
1st– Jack Haren (Next Level Combat/10thPlanet)
2nd– Adam Sawyer (Warrior’s Cove)
3rd– Jon Doerrmann (World Jiu-Jitsu)
Men’s Beginner Under 145.0
1st– Anibal Muniz (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Marcus Beddor (Warrior’s Cove)
3rd– Ryan Chilton (Next Level Combat/10thPlanet)
Men’s Novice 175-205.0
1st– Dan Baron (MTT/Machado)
2nd– Tim Ebert (Academy)
3rd– Nick Juberian (Warrior’s Cove)
Men’s Novice 160.1-175.0
1st– Tim Ebert (Academy)
2nd– Eric Saucier (Warrior’s Cove)
3rd– Chase Olson (Petushin’s Martial Arts)
Men’s Novice 145.1-160.0
1st- Dominic Sheck (Warrior’s Cove)
2nd– Reid Steckelberg (Next Edge Academy)
3rd– Mike McCoy (Next Edge Academy)
Men’s Novice Under 145.0
1st– Damian Avila (MTT/Machado)
2nd– Casey Alfveby
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