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Rumors have it that you and Bradley almost came to blows after the hearing. Care to discuss that?
Oh yeah. Me, Terry, my friend Vince Ornalez and my attorney Josh Dubin walked outside afterwards, and Bradley was a little ways up the sidewalk with a few people and he starts talking smack about how I got away with quitting or whatever, trying to act all thug. Terry always tells me to be cool in situations like this, and he does a good job of keeping me out of trouble. So, I look over at Terry, and he says “Screw this clown, go get yours!” So I’m like “Yeah baby, its on and poppin now!”
So, I took off my suit jacket and told Bradley to bring his punk ass. Well instead he hides behind his pops and keeps running his mouth, and then someone from the commission ran out and said “You are both licensees of the commission” so I got the message real quick about what that meant, and I didn’t want to disrespect the commission by having something go down right outside their front door after what they had just done.
So instead of going back to Tampa right away, I wanted to catch Timmy on the street somewhere. We ended up staying at Agua Caliente that night and went over to this strip club called Showgirls or something that Timmy goes to all the time (yeah, Mr. Christian boy himself) looking for him, but none of the girls had seen him that night. So we just chilled at the casino, played some blackjack, and flew back to Tampa in the morning.
It’s probably not the smartest thing in the world to straighten him on the street, but I know in my heart he will never rematch me, so I’ll just have to get my justice wherever I can find it.
Oh yeah. Me, Terry, my friend Vince Ornalez and my attorney Josh Dubin walked outside afterwards, and Bradley was a little ways up the sidewalk with a few people and he starts talking smack about how I got away with quitting or whatever, trying to act all thug. Terry always tells me to be cool in situations like this, and he does a good job of keeping me out of trouble. So, I look over at Terry, and he says “Screw this clown, go get yours!” So I’m like “Yeah baby, its on and poppin now!”
So, I took off my suit jacket and told Bradley to bring his punk ass. Well instead he hides behind his pops and keeps running his mouth, and then someone from the commission ran out and said “You are both licensees of the commission” so I got the message real quick about what that meant, and I didn’t want to disrespect the commission by having something go down right outside their front door after what they had just done.
So instead of going back to Tampa right away, I wanted to catch Timmy on the street somewhere. We ended up staying at Agua Caliente that night and went over to this strip club called Showgirls or something that Timmy goes to all the time (yeah, Mr. Christian boy himself) looking for him, but none of the girls had seen him that night. So we just chilled at the casino, played some blackjack, and flew back to Tampa in the morning.
It’s probably not the smartest thing in the world to straighten him on the street, but I know in my heart he will never rematch me, so I’ll just have to get my justice wherever I can find it.
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