In the kaleidoscopic swirl of a 2024 fight night, under the unforgiving lights of the octagon, a father of three with a humble record of 10-7 steps into the cage. This isn’t just another bout; it’s a dance with destiny. As the crowd roars, echoes of Psalm 144 ricochet in his mind. “Praise be to the LORD, my Rock,” he mutters, feeling the rough canvas under his feet, the gloves tight around his fists. The words aren’t just scripture; they’re a mantra, a lifeline. They speak of hands trained for war, fingers for battle—a divine nod to every grueling hour spent honing his craft, every sacrifice made. His God is his fortress, as real as the chain-link fence that now surrounds him, a stronghold against the chaos of both the fight and life itself. This isn’t just a fight; it’s a pilgrimage, a testament to resilience. His God, his shield, stands with him, a refuge in the storm of fists and fury. In this moment, the prayer becomes flesh, subduing the fears and doubts that shadow his journey. The crowd fades; it’s just him, his faith, and the fight ahead—a true Gonzo warrior in the sacred, savage theater of MMA. @miley_dre135 Will be joining me on Pure EVil MMA #Podcast Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices