Pre Fight Mindset

Clay Guida

We set the tone for the night the moment We walk into the locker room by high fiving almost every individual, without interrupting others focus. Although we are amongst other athletes and training camps, that locker is Ours. 

 


The locker room is a sacred place, because it is essentially Our bunker before we go to Battle. I switch gears from the rock bands in my headphones such as Phish and Grateful Dead, and tastefully take charge of the Boom Box about 60 minutes before My Rock Concert starts. 


My Coaching Staff then takes charge of Our warm-up with pinpoint wrestling, and game plan drills. Seeing the puzzled look upon others faces while I casually put on reggae/rock bands such as Sublime, Bob Marley, CCR, Pepper, Slightly Stoopid, and the Dirtyheads is priceless. 


I have a very cerebral approach to my warmup, which is the polar opposite from my fighting style. Anyone that has ever been behind the scenes with me before competition must think I'm similar to Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, or The Dude and The Glenn Danzig. Haha. 


With the Concert approaching quickly and the intensity rising, Our warmup is nearly at a full sprint, and the music has been kicked into high gear with the likes of Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Alkaline Trio, Blink 182, Refused and the Foo Fighters. 


We finally get the Que that we've All been waiting for since we signed the contract 2-3 months earlier. 


Guida!!! 5 minutes!!!!!


And the Final walk begins.


The Proverbial "Stage" is set and emotions run high from the opening bands, aka "previous bouts,"...  but that ear piercing crowd, is there for Us. 
We approach the Black Curtain that leads to the largest, most intense stage on earth. "The Octagon" That is where I transform into Jimi Hendrix, Dave Grohl, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, Trey Anastacio, Lars, Neil Peart, Travis Barker, Flea, The Lizard King, and John Bonham. 


Once that curtain opens, I flip the switch, and for the next 15-25 minutes I am the Front Man, the Drummer, the Sound Guy, the Tour Manager, the Light Technician, The Lead Guitarist, the Head Security Guard, and I am The Crowd Surfing, Moshing, Stage Diving Wildman. I'm every important moving part, that goes into a successful rock concert. 


When I'm rushing the Warpath to the stage, I'm head banging, high fiving, and hugging screaming fans, Family, and Friends that have traveled around the World to experience the greatest event of their lives. Each person in that arena is a key part as our energy reflects off of one another. I'm helping fulfill some of their dreams as I have chosen to go to battle with another man. 


Yet it doesn't seem like a fight, because I'm thoroughly enjoying My Stage, My Event, My Concert. Once We so anxiously arrive at the Gates of Glory, my Coaches squeeze me, then give me permission to come unglued and wreak havoc in the Octagon. They then unleash my brother Jason and his oversized Bear Paws to crack me countless times across my already numb face, which is heard around the entire Arena. 


Fans watch in awe and disbelief, as they've already witnessed a "Show" before the "Show." The referee attempts to stop me from bouncing wildly, as checks my guitar, drums, and microphone, AKA ... mouth guard, cup, and gloves before I take the Stage.  


Now the Real Fun begins. I don't think. I proudly walk onto My Stage and simply have fun and perform for My Audience. 

Once the bell rings, a whole new concert take place. 

Enjoy!

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