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Authors: Aubrey Michelle
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of ring shape and blow my big chance.
Even though I didn’t have a fight scheduled, I never stopped training. I’ve always been told to be ready for anything and that’s what I was doing. It didn’t matter If I didn’t get another fight before Dodson, I was going to do whatever I had to to keep myself physically and mentally sharp.
Keeping myself physically sharp was never a problem. I was a wreck mentally, however. Even though I knew my big fight was coming up, it was hard to keep myself from getting discouraged. I knew that even if I won my fight, it didn’t guarantee anything. There were no guaranteed contracts on the line and there was a chance that my fight would never even be seen by anyone who mattered.
Even if my fight did get seen, what if I came out on the losing end of things? What if I put in a horrible showing and got my ass handed to me in the first round? I’d never had those kinds of thoughts before and they scared the shit out of me. All I wanted to do was make it to one of the big groups so I could make enough money to bring my brother home with me. If I lost my fight and didn’t at least put in an impressive showing, I could kiss my aspirations of ever making it anywhere goodbye.
Shelly called me when she got off of work. The two of us talking every evening was quickly becoming routine. As a rule, I hate talking on the phone. I always have. With her, it’s different. When I’m talking to Shelly, the rest of the bullshit going on in my life seems to disappear, at least for a little bit.
While we were talking, she started dropping hints that she wanted to come over. I haven’t had a woman—well, not one that mattered—over here since…I don’t even remember when.
“Eh, I don’t think that’s a good idea for you to come over. How about we just talk for a while? I’m sure you’ve got to get some rest for tomorrow.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m on my way,” she giggled.
I looked around my apartment, terrified of her actually coming over to see it. I'd been to her place a couple of times already. Her home is beautiful and virtually spotless. Her apartment is so clean that you could probably eat off the floor.
My apartment? Not so much. The place was fucking trashed, and I had to move fast. I couldn’t believe that she was coming over.
"It's already getting late and I really don't want you to have to drive through Detroit at night," I tried to persuade her into staying home.
"Jason, I'm a big girl. I think I can handle a drive through Detroit. You know, I've been a hockey fan my whole life. Do you have any idea how many times I've driven to Joe Louis Arena by myself to watch a Redwings game? I’m on my way."
Shit. She wasn’t taking no for an answer. "Fine. I’ll see you in a minute."
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
Since she was in her car already, I had to run around like a chicken with my head cut off to make my place at least somewhat presentable. I went from one room to another, picking up dirty clothes and throwing them into the hamper.
I looked around and decided it was decent enough. I should have done some deep cleaning but that’s hard to do when you don’t even own a broom or vacuum cleaner. I had to make do with what I had available at my disposal.
While I was waiting for Shelly to show up, my phone started to ring. It was Damon.
“Jason, I got a fight for you. It won’t happen for two weeks but it should be a good tune-up for you. This guy’s size is identical to Dodson and, from the training I’ve seen, he has the exact same fighting style.”
“Who is it?”
“His name is Chris Peters. He’s a former golden gloves boxer out of Minnesota.”
“I’ve never heard of him.”
“You’re not the only one. This is going to be his first professional MMA fight.”
“Great. How am I supposed to prepare to fight a guy who’s style I can’t study?”
“Jesus
Even though I didn’t have a fight scheduled, I never stopped training. I’ve always been told to be ready for anything and that’s what I was doing. It didn’t matter If I didn’t get another fight before Dodson, I was going to do whatever I had to to keep myself physically and mentally sharp.
Keeping myself physically sharp was never a problem. I was a wreck mentally, however. Even though I knew my big fight was coming up, it was hard to keep myself from getting discouraged. I knew that even if I won my fight, it didn’t guarantee anything. There were no guaranteed contracts on the line and there was a chance that my fight would never even be seen by anyone who mattered.
Even if my fight did get seen, what if I came out on the losing end of things? What if I put in a horrible showing and got my ass handed to me in the first round? I’d never had those kinds of thoughts before and they scared the shit out of me. All I wanted to do was make it to one of the big groups so I could make enough money to bring my brother home with me. If I lost my fight and didn’t at least put in an impressive showing, I could kiss my aspirations of ever making it anywhere goodbye.
Shelly called me when she got off of work. The two of us talking every evening was quickly becoming routine. As a rule, I hate talking on the phone. I always have. With her, it’s different. When I’m talking to Shelly, the rest of the bullshit going on in my life seems to disappear, at least for a little bit.
While we were talking, she started dropping hints that she wanted to come over. I haven’t had a woman—well, not one that mattered—over here since…I don’t even remember when.
“Eh, I don’t think that’s a good idea for you to come over. How about we just talk for a while? I’m sure you’ve got to get some rest for tomorrow.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m on my way,” she giggled.
I looked around my apartment, terrified of her actually coming over to see it. I'd been to her place a couple of times already. Her home is beautiful and virtually spotless. Her apartment is so clean that you could probably eat off the floor.
My apartment? Not so much. The place was fucking trashed, and I had to move fast. I couldn’t believe that she was coming over.
"It's already getting late and I really don't want you to have to drive through Detroit at night," I tried to persuade her into staying home.
"Jason, I'm a big girl. I think I can handle a drive through Detroit. You know, I've been a hockey fan my whole life. Do you have any idea how many times I've driven to Joe Louis Arena by myself to watch a Redwings game? I’m on my way."
Shit. She wasn’t taking no for an answer. "Fine. I’ll see you in a minute."
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
Since she was in her car already, I had to run around like a chicken with my head cut off to make my place at least somewhat presentable. I went from one room to another, picking up dirty clothes and throwing them into the hamper.
I looked around and decided it was decent enough. I should have done some deep cleaning but that’s hard to do when you don’t even own a broom or vacuum cleaner. I had to make do with what I had available at my disposal.
While I was waiting for Shelly to show up, my phone started to ring. It was Damon.
“Jason, I got a fight for you. It won’t happen for two weeks but it should be a good tune-up for you. This guy’s size is identical to Dodson and, from the training I’ve seen, he has the exact same fighting style.”
“Who is it?”
“His name is Chris Peters. He’s a former golden gloves boxer out of Minnesota.”
“I’ve never heard of him.”
“You’re not the only one. This is going to be his first professional MMA fight.”
“Great. How am I supposed to prepare to fight a guy who’s style I can’t study?”
“Jesus
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