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Our names were written on a board with our designated opponents along with the fight order. I noticed that my club comrades were all in the lower portion of the fight club where the amateurs had been situated, while my match was closer to the end, sandwiched between the pro fights. I initially wrote it off as a mistake and that I would find my match as one of the first ones.

Then came yet another obstacle: my opponent, walking through the door fashionably late. Standing about 5'11", he sported dreadlocks reaching past his shoulders, a thick Viking beard, a barrel chest, and a stocky build. He weighed in at around 242 pounds and seemed relaxed for an amateur as he strolled into the gym with ease. One of the club’s fighters came over and smirked as he confirmed that the newcomer was to be my opponent. I just shrugged and said “Lets do it,” but in my psyche I was starting to panic more than a bit. I managed to stay positive as much as I could and recalled why I was there, while I maintained my train of thought that I would knock this guy out!