Talk:Fight:228060
This guy, Nuhu, didnt go on to do much in the fight game but let me tell you that this guy was tough. I was managed by jackie kallen and had been training out of the Galaxy Gym so i was ready for a tough fight if it was to be. I was walking past her office to begin training one day when she waved me into her office, the phone held between her cheeck and her shoulder. "They have a fight at the Palace if you want it." She smiled covering the reciever of the phone. My trainer had told me to accept any fight that came my way so I agreed and a few weeks later we first met at the weigh ins the night before the fight. The scale was in the bathroom of a very crowded hotel room. Fighters, their trainers, their friends and it seemed everybody was crammed into this room. I waited until I was told that it was my turn to enter the bathroom to weigh in, I grabbed the handle, pulling the door open. As i was pulling somebody on the other side was pushing. From behind the door appeared an extremely tall, dark complected black guy in an all black leather trench coat. His eyes met mine, his intense stare burning through the back of my head like he wanted to kill me. "Whats with him?" I thought to my self as i excused myself and slipped past him moving toward the scale. Looking over my shoulder his phsycotic stare was still burning directly into my eyes. "Geez..whats with this guy." I thought, "with his hieght there is no way that I'll be fighting him, he cant be my weight.."
We were to fight what was called a swing bout at the Palace of Auburn hills, Mi. There were 2-10 round fights as co- main events and if there was a stoppage in either of those fights Muhammad and I would get to throw fists on U.S.A's TuesdayNight Fights. That night at the hotel I had the chance to be interviewed by Sean O'Grady and Al Albert (is it Al?). Anyway they had my stat sheet sitting in front of them and I began reading all of the answers that I had put to the questions they had about me. As Sean and i were talking I noticed Muhammads stat sheet sitting a short distance from me. i began reading about him, 154 lbs, moved to America from Ghana, 6 foot 3 inches tal... 6 FOOT frickin' 3, "NO WAY MAN"
Tony Tubbs and Alexander Zolkin ended up holding and clinching through 10 rounds of boxing, as did the co main before it. The co-main was Tyrone trice and Thomas tate. That was actually a fight I enjoyed, as I sat in the lockerroom watching the television, while I warmed up and waited for my turn. Each time there was a guy hurt or getting an 8 count i would stand and begin getting a sweat going, and each time I would have to sit back down as the hurt fighter made his way to the end of the round. Finally, after both fights were over, the lockerroom door slammed open and Tom Vacca informed me that I was on. I had managed to get a sort of sweat, if you could call it that, going as I raised the hood of my robe to cover my face and made my way into the corridor. It was cool as my trainer and I waited behind the large curtain that hung from the Palace' ceiling, seperating us from the crowd of people that waited in the arena. We were now fighting the walk out bout instead of fighting on national television, but that was the farthest thing from my mind at the time. As my trainer and i worked the pads in the corridor an extremely bright light shown through the small cracks of the large curtains. Again Tom Vacca appears, holding open the curtain. "Its your time Robbie, give 'em a good show."
Johnny, my trainer insisted that we make Muhammad wait a little while before we made our way into the arena. I was anxious to get this thing going and finally Johnny nodded. I placed my gloved hands on my trainers shoulders and followed him through the cutrtain, into the arena. The people in the crowd began hooting and hollering as we emerged from behind the curtain, reaching out to shake my hand and wish me luck or to tell me that I was going down. I followed behind johnny, bouncing as we made our way to the ring. I never raised my eyes from the floor as we made our way and as I climbed the steps and slipped through the opening that Johnny made in ropes i nevber did look at Muhammad. I began circling the ring, noticing all of the suits and the beautifull women that sat besides them at ringside. As I ciorcled to Muhammads corner i flung my hood off of my head and quickly turned to face him. I was staring straight out and yet was starring at his chest. As I looked up I saw the same menacing eyes that stared at me in the hotel room. I could get past those eyes but damn was this guy tall, holyshit was he tall. I turned from him and continued circling back to my corner where Johnny took my robe and the towel that i wore underneath it. We met ring center and were given the fnal instructions by the referee and sent bacxk to our corners to await the bell,Johnny made a fist and met it to mine as he leaned through the ropes and sat down upon his stool beside the ring. I knew that the training that I had been through and knew that I had worked hard, yet I was expecting a war none the less....DIINNNGGGGG!!!!