MMA has taught me about being mortal.

James Thompson.

I remember Kimbo in some swamp town right in South Florida.

A big black guy in a beard, smashing people at barbecues.

I was surprised to get the fight but I'm brought in to lose.

So the third round's happening and one of your years has got a big pool of blood.

And then all of a sudden the ear explodes,

the referee stops the fight.

Completely stops it.

I want to talk about Bob. Where's the start to it? Oh, I took that back.

It's a fight, you've got to let it go. I was making no money.

The fights weren't really coming in. And even if they were coming, I was making no money, the fights weren't really coming in and even if they were coming I was losing them because I was gambling.

Being a compulsive gambler and being a professional mixed martial artist doesn't go, doesn't, it doesn't blend together, but you can't feel sorry for

yourself for too long because guess what?

Shit happens. shopping. There aren't many guys that I love more in this world than James the Colossus Thompson.

James puts it all out there on the line.

Ever since he was in his 20s,

he was taking big fights,

taking big losses, and he kept coming back.

And that's been the story of his life,

the story of his career, the story of his career,

and it doesn't stop here because he is fighting in one of the greatest

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