I actually visualized how I would come out to this fight. Before the fight, I went up to a couple of Hooter Girls and asked them if they would come out with me and they obliged. I don’t think they knew what they were in for. When James Brown’s “Living in America” started playing, they wanted me to start walking down the stairs with them. I refused because I wanted to stand on the steps and show off my rhythm some more. I gave them some American flags to wave, so they wouldn’t get bored. Finally, I decided to walk down the stairs and hand them the miniature American flags in my hand.
Tim Williams came out like a man fighting for his life. He happened to land the very first kick on my shoulder and fracture it. I didn’t know it was fractured at the time, I just felt some excrutiating pain. Had I known that it was fractured, I probably would have quit. I went for a takedown even though I was injured, and Williams stuffed it. Tim Williams swung wildly at me while I was grimacing in pain for about a 30-45 seconds. I was thinking in my head, “Hmmmm. I might actually lose tonight.” Then, a few seconds later, I started to think, “Maybe I can pull this fight off if I hold on.” My opponent started to tire after his barrage of punches, and I picked myself up off the ground.
The rest of the fight just consisted of me fighting with one arm and using my other hand and as something to grab on to. I took Williams down multiple times, and did a one arm ground and pound on him for pretty much three rounds. In the end, I won a majority decision. This was my first Mixed Martial Arts(MMA) fight that went to decision.
After the fight, I realized I could not even lift my right arm. A few days later, the doctor told me my shoulder was fractured. I didn’t fight again for six months, and it took more than a year to regain full strength in my right arm.