On the morning of December 28, 2020, we were at the Renzo Gracie gym on the Upper West Side (NY) to watch a belt delivery: a young student would go from white to blue. Renzo arrived more excited than usual, with a huge smile on his face.
 
I asked him the reason for that happiness.
 
“I'm going to fight today! I thought the year would end without me getting fight... But last night, a guy started cursing me on Twitter. I sent him a private message and he replied: he's a wrestler, 25 years old, 6.3 ft and 220 pounds weighs over; he challenged me to a fight, said he's going to beat me up... So I made an appointment with him today at 12pm, in front of my gym on 30th Street!”, replied Renzo.
 
The ceremony ended at 11:30am; Renzo took his car and we drove to Midtown, the place set for the fight. On the way Renzo called his opponent and said he would be waiting for him in front of the gym, as agreed. The guy made a few more threats, and Renzo said he would be very happy to meet him in person so the guy could say all that to his face.
 
After parking, we stood in front of the building's door, waiting for the guy.
 
At half past twelve, Renzo called him again; the wrestler stated that he was in an alley on a parallel street, accompanied by his friends, waiting for Renzo.
 
We ran there... But there was no one. Renzo called again; this time the guy said he was already arriving at the gym door on 30th.
 
We come back.
 
At 1pm, we were still waiting.
 
Renzo looked in all directions, anxious for his adversary to arrive.
 
I asked him to show me a picture of the guy from his Twitter profile. Faced with the image, I turned to Renzo and said: “Damn, master, the guy is strong...”
 
“Strong?”, Renzo replied, smiling. And he concluded, with his characteristic sense of humor: “Strong is the smell of shit!”
 
We all started laughing.
 
To Renzo's frustration, the guy ended up writing a message afterwards, apologizing – and never showed up to fight.