When I hear the word ‘party’, I think of people falling through ceilings, setting off fire extinguishers and all hell breaking loose in the night. I go to a lot of so called parties now and even more back in the day and this is definitely in the top 10 of my highlight reel.

I lower my goggles and kick start my bike as the gate is raised. I slide my crotch against the gas tank and pulled the clutch in and up shift into second gear. My right hand pulls the throttle back and the 450cc engine gently comes to a roar. The gate drops and all dirt and hell breaks loose and the 12 of us on the line battle for the whole shot.

As my brother Cody and I walk up and introduce ourselves to the staff of the event, I realized that I feel a weird feeling in my gut. At all the other events we attend, I know what we are doing and know that we have a job to do, but this one is different. I am a part of the Mixed Martial Arts community and I feel obligated to find an angle to give these athletes every ounce of recognition they deserve.

Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention please. Tonight, coming out of the San Manual Casino in Highland California, we gather for one hell of a night. This high class evening of blood, sweat and pain is guaranteed to put a sparkle of joy in your eye. Put your hands together for our host none other than ‘King of the Cage’.

This is going to be a breeze as we pull in and grab our registration numbers, or so I thought. We were late to the starting gate, so we struggled to catch up with the rest of the pack and ran full speed ahead. We climbed the mountain rage and came in contact with the rear of the pack, only to come to a sudden crawl as we bottle necked on the ridge line. As the terrain opened up, people moved aside to allow us to pass and we pushed on for what seemed like forever before the first obstacle.