Well,
here I am. Another fight in the books, another victory, another step
closer to my goal. I am sitting here at my computer trying to collect
my thoughts and put together the events of the past few weeks. Where to
begin?
I was offered a fight a few weeks ago that I thought
was going to be on the ELite XC Heat card in Florida. As it turns out,
I was really offered a fight on the Sho XC card in Chicago. I had not
yet been cleared to fight since breaking my jaw so I turned the fight
down after my doctor told me I shouldn't step into the cage until
November at the earliest.
Fast forward to Saturday's wrestling
class back in september. While teaching class I shoot in on King
Gabriel, a huge kick boxer who lands a solid knee to my jaw, knocking
it out of joint but the fracture held. After taking that shot, I
figured "fuck it," I can fight. I was sure no lightweight was gonna
land anything on me with near that much power so I might as well get
back to work and start paying off my mounting credit card debt.
Wednesday
comes and I show up to teach class at Legends only to find a media
circus at the gym. The place is packed with people doing press for the
Elite XC Heat card and everyone is there. Kimbo and Gina are the center
of attention as they workout and shoot interviews to hype the upcoming
event. I am forced to move my class into the boxing ring do to all the
people using the mats.
Jeremy Lappen and Skala are there and
stop by the ring to watch my training. I ask them if I'm still able to
fight on the card in Chicago, now that I am convinced that my jaw will
hold up. They are surprised that I am ready to fight but I explain that
the athletic commission's original suspension is up on September 21st.
Unfortunately, I am informed that that ship has sailed but that they
will keep me in mind for whatever opens up.
Six days go by and
I am rolling in Eddie's class on Tuesday morning when the Kyle, the
desk guy comes onto the mat and tells me that I have a phone call at
the front desk. "Take a message bro" I tell him as I am obviously busy.
"It's Chris and he says it can't wait," he tells me.
"Fuck!"
I am already in a bad mood after not being able to fight for so long
and the anxiety is getting to me. The last thing I need is my workout
interrupted for some bullshit but I pick up the phone and Chris starts
talking.
"Dude, I know I have made some mistakes in the past and
that there was some confusion about the CBS card but I think you are
gonna be real happy." I doubt it I think to myself. "I got you a fight
on the CBS card with Edson Berto. Do you want it?"
"Fuck bro, I don't know. I don't know anything about this guy, let me check him out and get back to you," I tell him.
"No can do bro, they need an answer right now."
A
thousand things are rushing through my head. Am I ready to fight? Will
my jaw hold up? Am I in good enough shape? Who is this guy? Will I have
time to prepare? Will the fight air on TV? Does my contract change?
"Fuck!", I yell "I can't decide right now . . . . Fuck it. Sure, tell them I'll fight him."
I
hang up the phone and rush back to the mat with my heart racing. What
did I just agree to? Who is this guy? Did Chris even think about
whether it was a good fight for me or did he just throw me to the
wolves because he wanted to go to Miami?
At this point I
figured it didn't really matter. I had agreed to take the fight so it
was time to get cracking. I had been training hard and all that was
left to do was to get mentally ready. For me the mental aspect of the
fight is the most challenging and the only aspect that really matters.
I know personally that when my head is in the right place no one can
beat me. I mean they may have more points on the judges cards when the
time runs out, but no one is going to stop me in the cage.
I was
plagued with doubt and uncertainty heading into the final week of my
training. As it often does, the Universe stepped in to show me that
this was something I needed to overcome.
It was Wednesday
morning when I woke up and started getting ready to head out for a run.
The phone rang, and it was Gary Stuber, a friend and training partner.
He had read my post on myspace about fighting Edson Berto and wanted to
tell me that it scared him. He didn't think it was a good fight for me
and was so distraught that he had called one of his best friends, UFC
fighter Spencer Fischer, and asked him what to do. Spencer told him
that it was his duty as my friend to let me know if he thought I was
taking a bad fight.
When I got the phone call, he told me that
Berto was far too dangerous on his feet and that in his opinion he was
probably the most dangerous well rounded striker in the division. He
felt that his stand up was going to be too much for me to handle and
that his wrestling was good enough to force me to stand with him. He
stressed that I was still at a point in my career where I had options
and that I was able to choose who I fought. He said that Spencer had
reached a point where he had to fight whoever they put in front of him
and had dropped a few close decisions and was now fighting untelevised
on the undercard. He told me that he was going to call Chris and tell
him the same thing, but he felt it was his obligation to let me know he
felt I was getting myself into a bad situation and should choose
someone else for my first fight back.
Well, like I said before,
the mental aspect of the fight is the most important and the hardest to
master and he had just thrown a major wrench into my mental mechanism.
I was freaking out.
I
had already made up my mind that I was fighting and I had already
committed to the fight. I am not one to back out of a fight once I have
committed, even if I'm injured I step into the cage and go to work. I
have never been one to back down on the street and I sure as fuck
wasn't about to start backing down now. That being said, my head was a
mess.
I was stomping around my apartment screaming and throwing shit, "Fuck! Why did you call me! What am I doing?"
Then
I slowly started to get my shit together. Who am I? I'm a mother
fucking fighter! This is who I am! This is what I do! I fight! Fuck the
doubters, fuck the haters, fuck everybody! You didn't make me, you
can't break me, you don't have what I have, you don't know me, you
don't know what I'm capable of! I am a warrior, this is who I am! The
blood that flows through my veins is the blood of a champion and if it
needs to be spilled, then let it flow. I would rather live one day as a
champion than a lifetime as a coward! I laced up my shoes and started
running.
I was still all fucked up mentally after my run and
after practice. I fought well in sparring but didn't feel I was
fighting to my potential. One of my healers, Dr. Peter Goldman, runs a
metaphysical study group on Wednesday nights so after practice I
showered up and drove to his office.
The discussion that day was
about courage. Over the course of the discussion I was able to tap into
my courage and get over my fear. I really just had to remember that I
am not my body. I am a spirit who has a body and that whatever happens
to that body has no effect on my spirit. I told Dr. Goldman about the
phone call and he told me that it was simply the Universe mirroring my
own fear and self doubt that I had been projecting and that by
manifesting itself in the form of the phone call it had forced me to
confront my own feelings and begin to deal with them. I felt much
better when I left his office that night.
I pushed hard through
the remainder of my workouts at Legends and through the rest of my runs
to bring my weight down. My friend, Frank "Recking Ball" Barca, was in
town from Australia and was staying with me. He helped me with my stand
up and helped lighten the mood when I got to intense and reminded me
that this is what I love to do and that I have the best job in the
world as well as the best people around me.
As the day to
leave for Florida approached, I went to see Dr. Bernie Soon, another
member of my support team, who did some great healing work on my body
and spirit and allowed me to work through the trauma that I suffered
breaking my jaw in my last fight. Once I had worked through the fear
that I had internalized during that injury, I felt reborn and felt my
lungs and heart really open up. After working with Bernie I was 100%
sure I would perform at my peak in the cage on Oct 4th. Check out her
website here (www.emdrnow.com) and tell her I sent you, maybe she'll
cut me a break on the fee ;)
Chris picked me up for the flight
on Wednesday morning and in typical fashion we missed the plane. I had
brought all carryon luggage but when his bag needed to be checked they
bumped us from the flight. It wasn't a big deal and as tired as I was I
just slept in the terminal. When we were getting ready to board the
next flight I saw a couple guys who looked familiar in line for the
same flight. It took me a second but I soon realized that it was Mask
and Scrape from the Tapout crew. I almost didn't recognize them since
it was the first time I had ever seen them "out of costume." I said
hello and we chatted for a minute. I was kinda apprehensive to say
hello since one of my managerial team, Scott "Einstein" Epstien, had
informed me that they would not be sponsoring me for this fight. This
had come as quite a shock because we had a good relationship and I
haven't lost a fight since they had agreed to sponsor me last year.
When
we started talking the guys asked me who I was representing for the
fight and I told them that I had hoped it was still them but currently
I was just rocking Melee Fight Gear (www.meleefightgear.com). The
Tapout guys seemed shocked to hear that their cube monkey back at
corporate hadn't hooked me up. They said not to worry and that they had
my back. We shook hands and I rolled to the john to take a leak.
Before
I even got my cock back in my pants, my blackberry was blowing up. It
was Einstein letting me know that Tapout had come through at the last
minute and that they were gonna throw some heavy paper my way. Nice! I
had just doubled the amount of money I was gonna make! Glad I
recognized those guys, it seemed like everything was falling into place.
With
the extra money from Tapout I was able to fly the rest of my team to
Florida to work my corner so I called Kelly Carter
(www.titleshottraining.com) and Einstein and told them to pack their
bags.
I got to the hotel, checked in, and checked my weight.
Everything was right where it needed to be so I just grabbed my book
and jumped in bed to relax. The next day I would go for a long slow run
in the morning to help get my weight down and chill by the pool. After
my run I saw Christiani "Cyborg" Santos swimming in the pool and was
real glad I wasn't fighting her. That girl is a beast. Her head was as
big as Tito's and her legs were thicker than mine. I have no idea how
she makes 140 but she looked huge. That night my weight was nice and
low, I was only 6 lb. over, so I went out to sushi with my trainer
Chris Reilly. He enjoyed some low grade sushi and a saki bomb while I
had green tea and a few pieces of sashimi. I know raw fish before a
fight may be risky to some, but I eat sashimi all the time and the main
thing is to stay consistent so thats what I had.
I woke up the
day of weigh-ins 5 lb. over so I suited up and headed over to the 24
hour fitness with Chris to cut the weight. We did three 5 min rounds of
some real light sparring type drills to get my sweat going. Then I did
three 5 min rounds on the bike, stepper, and treadmill. After that I
hit the sauna to stretch out and drop the last little bit. Kelly
Kobold, the girl who was fighting Gina Carano, was in there with me
cutting her weight as well. Some douche was freaking out and bitching
to Chris who was posted up outside the sauna that there was a girl in
the locker room. I thought that was pretty gay and wished he had said
some shit to her face so she could have knocked his bitch ass out.
Dude, a girl in the boys locker room as a dream come true, what a
weirdo.
The weight came off real easy and I headed back to the hotel to clean up and wait for the shuttle to the weigh-in.
Here's Chris Reilly chillin' in the lobby before catching a ride to the weigh-ins.
At
the weigh-in I ran into my friend and former IFL Anaconda's teamate,
Benji Radach. It was great seeing him and made me feel real
comfortable. Sure it was my biggest fight to date, but here I was with
an old friend with whom I had gone into battle before. Benji was
fighting Ninja Rua and I was happy thinking about us both getting upset
victories the next night.
I
stepped onto the scale after witnessing Jake Shields and Paul Daley
getting into in backstage and Kimbo shoving Shamrock. I was kinda
pissed off and disappointed in their antics. I know they are just
trying to hype up their fights but I feel like it cheapens the sport
and paints the fighters in a negative light. And speaking of negative,
I'm just going to ignore Gina's weight issues.
Berto
and I made weight and we squared off for the pictures. I remember
looking into his eyes and feeling like a great weight was weighing him
down and that he had lost his love of the battle. If you don't love the
battle, in the cage with me is the wrong place to be.
.
After
the weigh-in, Chris and I went and ate with Scotty Nelson and Scott
Berri (spelling?). When we got back to the hotel, the Elite XC top
brass had been waiting for us and wanted to take us out to eat again.
After dieting for weeks, I was down. We jumped into a van and headed
downtown to some fancy steak house. I had the salmon and it was
delightful. I also ate a number of tasty desserts, cheese cakes, creme
brule, chocolate moos, etc they were all served on little lollypop
things on a tree at the table. Very nice ;)
After a good nights
rest, I had some oatmeal and coffee and met up with Kelly Carter of
www.titleshottraining.com in my hotel room where he stretched me out
and performed a lifeline on me. Lifeline is a diagnostic and treatment
program designed to balance the body, mind, and spirit. After the
session I went back to sleep and rested until it was time to leave for
the arena.
Once in the dressing room, my team and I took over
the back portion of the room by the showers and set up shop. Kelly
broke out his massage table, Chris set up to tape my hands, and
Einstein told fart jokes.
Once my hands where taped, I started some light sparring with Chris in the shower room.
I
hit the kick pads for a little bit and remember looking down at my
hands and feeling almost scared at how powerful I felt. I knew this was
gonna be one hell of a fight.
After
my warm up I just cleared my mind and focused on how blessed I was to
be able to do what I love. I got the call and started my walk to the
cage. I knew I had done everything in my power to prepare and that I
had good people around me. When I got into the arena they told me there
was a ten minute break before my fight and said I could go back to the
dressing room. I told them I would rather stay and enjoy the moment and
the anticipation. I was positioned just behind the curtain and could
see the whole arena filled with people. I was loving it.
I
just chilled out and danced to the music playing over the loudspeakers
and allowed the moment to sink in. I remembered how it felt to compete
in the state finals in front of 17,000 people and how I had blocked it
all out so that I could just focus on the match. This time I wanted to
really enjoy the energy of the crowd and bask in it. Standing there
with my friends, getting ready to battle, dancing to M.I.A. I felt like
the luckiest man alive.
Here are the rest of the pictures from
the fight. I'll let them speak for themselves until I get the video. I
don't really remember the fight anyway. I do know I had a real nice
time.
After
the fight I headed out to celebrate with my friends. We partied all
over Miami with a crazy crew of fighters, agents, talent, and
hangers-on. Tito was there along with just about anybody who's anybody
in MMA. It was a blast. It was my first fight where I didn't drink
afterwards and I was happy to be so lucid and able to really enjoy and
remember everything.
The night grew into morning and the
chance of making our flight grew slimmer still. I managed to round up
the crew and break for the hotel but as luck would have it, we missed
the flight yet again. I was exhausted and ready to sleep in the airport
as long as it took to get on a flight but Chris had other plans. After
our second standby flight left without us he had had enough and
informed me that it was the universe telling us to enjoy the victory.
Before I knew it we were in a cab on our way to The Gansevoort in south
beach. Our luggage and all our clothes, however, were well on their way
to Los Angeles.
Chilling poolside I felt so good, everything had
gone perfect. I was finally making a name for myself and I knew that I
had gotten some people's attention with my performance. I closed my
eyes and enjoyed the Miami sun.
Needless
to say I'm a fucking head case. For me, being mentally centered is the
single most important thing for me going into a fight. People always
ask me if I'm scared or if I think I will win or after the fact, if I
thought I had a chance. To put it simply, yea I always think I'm going
to win. In fact, I always know I am going to win. If I don't fully
believe with every fiber of my being that I will win the fight, then I
have no business stepping into the cage. Secondly, when you don't look
at a fighting in terms of winning and losing it makes this much easier.
For me, I feel I have already won the fight if I can bare my soul and
give my all in the cage. If I am able to fully commit my spirit to the
fight then I have already won.
Back when I was just a wrestler
I always said that the worst thing about sport was that you didn't die
when you lost. I hated that you could be behind on points when the time
ran out and that the match was over. I hated that you could get pinned
and still have a ton of fight left in you but that it was over. Nothing
is worse than having someone else tell you when you have lost. Me? I've
never lost. I've just been a little behind on the cards when the time
ran out. The best thing about the fight game to me is that you are
given pretty much every opportunity to take the fight as far as you
want. When fights are 15 minutes or even 25 minutes long you have
plenty of time to find out who is the better man. Outside of the
knockout, which thankfully, I have never experienced, you are given the
opportunity to leave it all in the cage. If you are caught in an arm
bar, you have the option to tap out or let him gas out bending it the
wrong way and then use it to beat him senseless. I think that
submission are basically just a universally recognized way to give the
man a way out. No one is going to call you a pussy for tapping out in
an arm bar or to a choke but the reality is, if you still want to
fight, you won't tap. If your body shuts off thats one thing, but
giving up is another. I will never give up. Fuck that. Knock me out,
choke me out, but get me to tell you that you're the better man? Fuck
that.
That's the best fucking thing about MMA is that it allows
everyone to see exactly what you are made of. Some people don't know
what they are made of and fighting is a way of showing them that.
I think I fight to overcome my fear that I'm ordinary.
There is nothing worse than being ordinary, no fate worse that mediocrity.
"Our
greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our greatest fear is that
we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that
most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,
fabulous, gorgeous, talented? Actually, who are you not to be? You are
a child of God. You're playing small doesn't serve the world. There's
nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel
insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God
that's within us. It's not just in some of us. It's in everyone. And as
we let our own light shine, we automatically give other people
permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our
presence automatically liberates others."
I am truly blessed
to be able to do what I do. I mean, how many people can say that they
have given their all to anything? I mean, really gave everything? You
know why people don't give their all to anything? Because nothing hurts
more than giving everything. This is why I love my job because I am
able to pour every ounce of my being into one task and to pursue one
goal with all my heart. Just by committing myself fully to the
achievement of a singular goal, I have already won the battle of the
spirit.
I don't view the world in a linear manner. I believe
that my spirit is eternal and everlasting and that only my physical
body or shell is temporary. I believe that I have already fought and
died thousands of times. I know that I will fight for eternity and each
individual event is but a ripple in the river of my existence. There is
no pain that I have not felt and survived and no death that I have not
already died so there is nothing to fear.
I happen to like my
physical body this time around because I have been blessed with a nice
one strong athletic one, at least that's what the girls say ;).
However, the reality is that it is nothing more than a temporary home
for my spirit and that it will eventually break down and return to the
earth.
Why is it that we fear we are great? Why do people
fear success more than they fear failure? Is it because once the goal
has been achieved we are robbed of our sense of purpose? Who are we
without a challenge? Who are we without a way to measure ourselves? Why
is it that without a measuring stick against which to judge ourselves
that we feel lost? Are we trying to play god? Is our desire to judge so
great that without a means of determining a winner and a loser, a
sinner and a saint, that we lose our lust for life? Why is it that
those who are given everything, value nothing?
Is struggle the meaning of our existence? Is it only by walking through the fire that we truly know ourselves?
These
are just a few of the questions that raced through my mind once I
finally got back to LA and had some time by myself to decompress and
look back on everything. I always get a little down after a fight but
like I said, I have the best job in the world. I took a week off from
training and have since gotten back in the gym. I am working very hard
to continue my winning ways and my team at Legends has really come
together in the weeks since my fight.
Thanks to all my
sponsors and teammates for making this possible. I love you guys. And
to Favi, I couldn't do it without you. And to Chris, this is just the
beginning of a beautiful journey, thanks for sharing your secrets.
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