Hey everyone, thanks for stopping by — seriously, I appreciate your curiosity.
I guess this is the place where I’m supposed to tell my story, right? Well, it’s a long one. So yeah, settle in, grab a drink, and let’s roll.
First off — this page isn’t run by a bot.
For real. No AI here, no “content automation.” The photo below? The only one I’ve got that looks decent, taken in 2023 during a trip to an island. I look a bit different now — older, maybe wiser (lol).
And yes, I’m Asian. But I won’t tell you exactly where I’m from — you’ll have to guess that one yourself (hint: not every Asian features look mean they are Chinese).
Why do you see a bunch of cartoons as feature images here?
Because I can’t legally use the real fight photos — UFC owns them, and I’m definitely not about to drop a thousand Benjamins just to get media rights 😅
So instead, I use a bit of Canva magic and AI art tools to recreate them in cartoon or illustrated style.
It’s not about pretending — it’s about creating my own version of fight visuals without breaking copyright rules.
I’m not a pro-photographer or photo editor (not even close), but I try to make sure every image still fits the energy of the fight and my blog’s style. Please, don’t judge the cartoon — it’s my way of mixing creativity, storytelling, and respect for the fighters’ images.
And yeah, sometimes you’ll spot emojis popping up in my texts like this 👊😂🔥 — no, that’s not AI doing it. That’s all me.
It’s very simple, you can try it too: just press Windows + . (period) and the emoji list will pop right up (only for Window). Then, feel free to pick your.
It’s a small thing, but I use emojis to give my writing some relaxing vibes — because sometimes words alone can’t capture the energy of a fight moment, and you won’t have to worry about fall asleep while reading it, not like a long fight reports with full of numbers and boring pictures.
Anyway, enough of that. Let’s talk about how this whole journey started.
We all have to start at some points.
You’re probably here because you love martial arts, right? Me too.
That’s what this website is all about — MMA: the sport, the science, the chaos, and the stories behind it.
Like many of you, I grew up watching UFC legends — Khabib Nurmagomedov, Conor McGregor, Dominick Cruz, TJ Dillashaw, Daniel Cormier, Jon Jones, Demetrious Johnson, Dustin Poirier, Max Holloway… and countless others.
But before all that, a few years before my MMA journey actually began, I already had my own little fight story.
When I was a kid, I was the quiet one — barely talked to classmates. And of course, kids like that attract the wrong kind of attention. Yep, I got bullied. A lot.
But one day, I decided enough was enough. I waited for the right time, found the guy who picked on me the most, and made sure he remembered that day.
(Let’s just say his face met a brick wall… lol.)
Turns out, they were never that tough — just loud. Once that “high-tier member” got humbled, the whole thing faded.
Weirdly enough, we even ended up becoming friends later — like some weird childhood redemption arc.
That was the first time I realized fighting wasn’t just about pain or anger. It was about standing up for yourself — finding courage when no one’s around to help.
I didn’t even know what MMA was back then. I just knew it triggered something inside me — that fighting instinct in my blood.
I even tried Chinese martial arts after that, but quit after a few months because, honestly… it felt kinda BS in real combat.
When was I start to know (just a very little) about MMA?
Fast forward to 2015. I was watching TV with my brother, flipping through channels, when we stumbled on this fight. Two guys in the cage — one in black shorts, one in white, one’s face covered in blood.
It was Luke Rockhold vs Chris Weidman — UFC 194. Rockhold just dominated Weidman with ground-and-pound until the ref stopped it, the fight was over. That’s it, Luke Rockhold became my very first favorite fighter in MMA just like that. Then my brother said, “There’s one more fight. I think this is the main.”
Yeah, we waited another fifteen minutes, just to watch a fight that happened in 13 seconds lol. Yes, that was McGregor vs Aldo.
That was my “entry point” into MMA. From that night, I was hooked. Ten years later, here I am — still obsessed, still passion.
Why do I have to create a whole website just to posting my crazy science experience about MMA?
Short version? I just love it, data and MMA are both my favorite fields.
Long version?
Well… buckle up again.
Back in uni, I studied Computer Science because I thought I’d become some coding wizard doing “cool tech stuff.”
Reality check: I didn’t vibe with it at all. The more I learned, the more boring and draining it became.
Luckily, I found something that kept me going — data.
Finding patterns, discovering meaning in numbers… and somehow that blended perfectly with my MMA obsession.
Then life did what it does best — threw shit straight into my face.
Covid pandemic hit. My studies got delayed. Motivation disappeared. I wasn’t willing to continue, but I didn’t want to break it off either, so I dragged the study forward slowly… too slowly.
Until the moment I knew would come finally arrived: I got an email saying my degree time was overdue and I needed a bunch of money to continue. That was my breaking point.
Nervous, overthinking, stressed — but after all that, I finally decided to drop out. I tried to find a job in data, sent a hundred applications, and got a hundred emails starting with:
“We regret to inform you…”
Classic. Didn’t even need to continue 😂
Six months later — still trying, still improving, still getting denied.
Then one day, I got seriously sick. I thought it would be fine in a few days… Nope. Got way worse.
Ended up in the hospital.
Dengue fever. CRP level sky-high. Serious in danger condition. Doctor said if I waited one more day, I might not have made it. So, I stayed in the hospital for a week — and that week changed my entire mindset.
I started questioning my whole life — the degree, the 9-to-5 hamster wheel, the life everyone tells you is “right”, the social-standard master plan.
It felt exactly like that same big bully from my childhood — controlling my life, forcing me to follow a path I didn’t choose, repeating the same days over and over.
And I kept following it, not because I wanted to, but because I was scared of “getting lost” — people’s gossip, having no financial support, and ending up living the same life as everybody else.
Just like back then — scared of getting beaten if I didn’t obey the bullies’ rules.
And that made me remember something:
Back then, when I fought back the bullies, what was I actually fighting for?
My freedom. My respect. Myself.
All of it.
So I decided to do it again — fight back again. Except this time, the bully wasn’t a kid in school. The bully was the system itself. And I challenged it the same way I did back in childhood.
Eventually, I found a job — nothing huge, but enough to survive. And this time, I set a very clear boundary: I’m not gonna staying here forever.
And that’s how Data Combat Sport was born — a place where I turn MMA stats into stories, connect logic with passion, and share my journey with anyone who cares to read.
Data. Fighting. Writing.
Do I training any martial art in my freetime?
Yeah, I train — or at least, I used to more often. Life’s been busy lately, but I still train whenever I can.
John Danaher videos, drills, dummy training, shadow rolling… the usual lonely BJJ grind.
And if you’re a BJJ-er and want to share some rolls someday, feel free to reach out. I actually really appreciate to have a training partner.
I started back in 2018 when my brother’s boss — who trained BJJ — invited us to try a class.
My brother asked if I wanted to tag along, and obviously, I said yes.
Seven years later, my belt color?
Take a guess — purple? Brown?
Nah. White. Still white 🤍.
Don’t get it twisted though — I’m not here for the belts. I’m here for the game (maybe I’m stubborn and not try to get any degree 😆😆).
Mostly no-gi, because honestly, carrying a heavy gi in my bag every session feels like punishment. Respect to gi players, but that 9-pound pajama ain’t for me.
Over the years I rolled with (and watched) a lot of newcomers — and even higher belts — rush in with high pace, head-hunting submissions, trying to win “fast.”
And sure, maybe that works sometimes… but never in the long game.
It leaves holes everywhere. And a lot of people get caught because of those gaps — even by me.
So if I have one piece of advice for BJJ practitioners?
“Don’t try to win the match. Win the connection first.”
In the meantime, speaking of business — sometimes I write about the BJJ side of things too.
So feel free to check those posts… and feel even freer to break my game when we roll 😆.
Thank you for reading this far.
Now you should know a bit about who I am and what I can do — and if you ever feel like sharing my works with someone who might enjoy it, I’d be really grateful.
And don’t forget… we’re only getting warmed up.
There’s a lot more interesting stuff waiting for all of us ahead.
Oh, and one more thing — I know some of you might wonder because you couldn’t find it anywhere in this intro:
What should you call me?
You can call me Qvantum, just like you see on every post.
Or simply Q.
Either one works.