Initially unaware that my phone was missing, I continued my adventure until it hit me that I hadn’t felt any notifications, nor could I reach anyone. My repeated calls went unanswered, and soon enough, the phone ceased ringing altogether. At that moment, I suspected the worst; it seemed my device had been stolen. Thankfully, I managed to stay connected with friends and family through Facebook Messenger, using my laptop as my lifeline.
Upon returning to the UK, I worked hard to reconnect with everyone, finally getting back into my Instagram account. It has been quite a journey, and I wanted to address the reason I’ve been MIA—not just due to technical difficulties but also because of a recent fight fiasco that took place right after my return.
The Fight That Didn’t Happen
Arriving back just in time for my scheduled fight, I jumped straight into cutting weight. Although this process went well, I later realized that attempting to cut such a significant amount of weight in a short timeframe may not have been the wisest decision. To add to my challenges, I experienced unexpected complications when several members of my team couldn’t make it due to personal issues, catching me off guard at a critical time.
After successfully cutting weight and doing the face-off, I began rehydrating with a mix of food and drink. As I did, something didn’t feel right; a sharp pain started in my chest. Initially, I hoped it would pass, and that I would bounce back in no time. However, as I attempted to take a walk in hopes of easing the discomfort, I grew more breathless and realized this wasn’t simply fatigue. Later that evening, we decided to call an ambulance, just to be cautious.
I must say, the paramedics were fantastic. They arrived promptly and assessed my condition thoroughly, ultimately deciding I didn’t need to go to the hospital. Still, on the morning of the fight, the persistent pain warned me that stepping into the ring wasn’t going to be feasible.
Choosing Health Over Glory
Dan, my corner man from Wolverhampton, had made the trip down to support me. When he saw me that day, he immediately noticed my empty stomach and, without hesitation, made the tough decision to pull me from the fight. It was a hard call, especially for someone who lives and breathes competition like I do, but my health had to take precedence above all else. The last thing I wanted was to enter the ring knowing I wasn’t at my peak.
To all the fans who came to support me that night, I sincerely apologize for not keeping you updated about my situation. Trust me, it was never my intention to leave anyone in the dark. I also want to express my regrets to Cage Warriors, who work tirelessly to make these events happen; I understand the effort it takes behind the scenes.
On a lighter note, my opponent humorously speculated that I might have pulled out because of fear—that’s a good laugh! Honestly, my health stood in the way of us facing each other this time around. But let it be known, I’m still eager to step into the ring with him if he’s up for it in the future!
Thank you all for being so patient and supportive throughout this unexpected ordeal. Thomas Paull is still around, and I appreciate every one of you for sticking by me. Until next time, take care!