I will not regret sharing this to Statto, because I trust him and Annastay.
My last/retirement fight was a big milestone, 13 years ago on 16th May 2004, 3rd on the bill at The Casino Rooms, Rochester, Kent, UK, where I fought internationally against a Norway gym opponent named Wim Austgulen (translates into English as Win Watchmen).
https://www.dropbox.com/home?preview=SKP...194650.mp4
On this link you can watch the fight, three 1.5 minute rounds of full power kickboxing, which later became MMA, or download to your phones and devices.
Interesting things happened here. A home town fight for me, I don't regret anything about it - I trained the hardest ever, with weighted Everlast 32oz gloves for bagwork and padwork, enjoyed my running and sprints, and weighed in at a loss for this fight - 70.2 kilos to 72 for Wim, who was a naturally heavier fighter at the time. I lost on points - my excuse was I had fever; a bad cold.
Things may be a lot different now, because beginning 2016 I went up to about 20 stone - this fight was 72kg, which is 10.5 stone; in those days middleweight. I was 16 by two months. Wim was 15.
We slugged it out, and in the closing seconds of the second round, I got caught with a big right hand - a Superman punch as it is called in MMA, where one leg comes off the floor to thrust the arm forward. I blocked an offence, looked above me into the UV light of the unit above - and it displaced my assemblage point - what I later read about in Carlos Castenada's "The Art Of Dreaming" paperback.
I lost all power in my arms and legs. I never went down in the fight, but my resistance was broken, and on my scorecard, after winning the first two rounds, I thought the fight was a draw. I thought I hadn't done enough to win it. It was a points loss on my record of 3 major professional fights, with headguards, because I was a Junior, and those things make getting hit twice as hard impact-wise. I am not brain-damaged, but fighting could have created my schizoid behaviour of my twenties. Now closing out my twenties at 29.7 years old, I am fully retired from the sport, except for what I mentioned above - domestic training, not world level.
I contacted my old trainer and gym (TKO, formerly Medway and Maidstone) on FaceBook and while they have shown a website with people still running the gym since I went away, I received no reply. I left that gym on my 18th birthday. They wanted me to continue. I wanted to, but money - as it was back then, not just time - was as tight as anything. Didn't want to put my family through it.
I'll never forget the times we had together.
My last/retirement fight was a big milestone, 13 years ago on 16th May 2004, 3rd on the bill at The Casino Rooms, Rochester, Kent, UK, where I fought internationally against a Norway gym opponent named Wim Austgulen (translates into English as Win Watchmen).
https://www.dropbox.com/home?preview=SKP...194650.mp4
On this link you can watch the fight, three 1.5 minute rounds of full power kickboxing, which later became MMA, or download to your phones and devices.
Interesting things happened here. A home town fight for me, I don't regret anything about it - I trained the hardest ever, with weighted Everlast 32oz gloves for bagwork and padwork, enjoyed my running and sprints, and weighed in at a loss for this fight - 70.2 kilos to 72 for Wim, who was a naturally heavier fighter at the time. I lost on points - my excuse was I had fever; a bad cold.
Things may be a lot different now, because beginning 2016 I went up to about 20 stone - this fight was 72kg, which is 10.5 stone; in those days middleweight. I was 16 by two months. Wim was 15.
We slugged it out, and in the closing seconds of the second round, I got caught with a big right hand - a Superman punch as it is called in MMA, where one leg comes off the floor to thrust the arm forward. I blocked an offence, looked above me into the UV light of the unit above - and it displaced my assemblage point - what I later read about in Carlos Castenada's "The Art Of Dreaming" paperback.
I lost all power in my arms and legs. I never went down in the fight, but my resistance was broken, and on my scorecard, after winning the first two rounds, I thought the fight was a draw. I thought I hadn't done enough to win it. It was a points loss on my record of 3 major professional fights, with headguards, because I was a Junior, and those things make getting hit twice as hard impact-wise. I am not brain-damaged, but fighting could have created my schizoid behaviour of my twenties. Now closing out my twenties at 29.7 years old, I am fully retired from the sport, except for what I mentioned above - domestic training, not world level.
I contacted my old trainer and gym (TKO, formerly Medway and Maidstone) on FaceBook and while they have shown a website with people still running the gym since I went away, I received no reply. I left that gym on my 18th birthday. They wanted me to continue. I wanted to, but money - as it was back then, not just time - was as tight as anything. Didn't want to put my family through it.
I'll never forget the times we had together.