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. There is no automated content machine sitting behind this site.
I run this site myself. I update the pages, write the articles, study the data, and break down fights week after week. The analysis, ideas, opinions, and voice come from me.
You could think of it a little like someone such as Jack Slack and his essays. He has developed a recognizable way of looking at fights and writing about them. I am trying to build my own voice in the same way, shaped by my interests in MMA, grappling, data, and analysis.
One thing that has always fascinated me is understanding and explaining the hidden machinery behind things that look simple on the surface, such as:
A takedown is not just a takedown.
A knockout is not just a hard punch.
A statistic is not just a number show on paper.
There are decisions, reactions, mechanics, patterns, and causes underneath them. That curiosity is one of the main reasons Data Combat Sport exists.
I also do not really like sharing photos of myself publicly, so you will not see my face all over the site. If you have read some of my posts, though, you may already have seen my author profile picture. Consider that a small piece of the person behind the analysis.
I hope that is enough to give you a sense of who is actually behind this site. There is a real person here, watching the fights, questioning the numbers, writing the arguments, and trying to understand what happened inside the cage.
Where Does AI Fit Into This?
Nowadays, a lot of people are understandably skeptical about how writers and creators use AI in their work, some of them heavily depending on it.
And yes, I do use AI, but as a tool, not as a replacement for my own work.
Unlike many writers and creators, English is not my first language. I come from a random Asian country, probably not Singapore or Hong Kong, and I also happen to have a strong interest in learning languages. While I can communicate comfortably in English, my writing sometimes still needs help with grammar, spelling, phrasing, and flow.
That is where AI helps me most.
It helps polish the rough edges of my writing and occasionally assists with things like website design, formatting, structure, or reorganizing an article when an idea is not flowing clearly.
What AI does not do is analyze fights for me.
The fight breakdowns, statistics, observations, arguments, and conclusions on this site come from my own research and analysis. I watch the fights, collect and study the data, look for patterns, question what the moments actually mean, and build the stories behind them myself.
AI might help me present an idea more clearly, but it does not decide what that idea is. Think of AI as my editor and assistant, not my ghostwriter.
At the end of the day, every article published here reflects my own perspective as a fan of MMA, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, data analysis, and the endless process of trying to understand why things happen the way they do.
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. Again with AI, I know, but what should I do? Give you a full article only using thousand of words with boring numbers and help you get better sleep? Nah, even myself couldn’t handle if I allow it to happen.
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.
Most of them I want to look similar to GTA art style, you might see the art work similar somehow. Yes, that’s it. I’m still young, GTA is my most favorite videogame series, don’t judge me lol.
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. Very simple keyboard trick, if you don’t know, 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.
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, the techniques, 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 (don’t get me wrong ideal, I respect all kind of martial art styles, it just something can be useful for my purpose — self-defense; while something else is not).
When was I start to know (just a very little) about MMA?
Fast forward to 2015. I was fighting for 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, chasing the dream of becoming part of it somehow.
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, tell the techniques and the stories behind it… 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 rat race, the life everyone tells you what is “right” or “wrong”, the social-standard master plan. All that system of life.
It felt exactly like that same big bully from my childhood — controlling my life, forcing me to do things I didn’t choose, reward only when I well-behavior, 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?
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 offer — 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. Feel free to ask me any question, I’ll try my best to give you answer.
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. I don’t like reveal my real name too, personal information.
Or simply Q.
Either one works.