2 Backstory II

I finally made my professional MMA debut in September 2009 and quickly complied five wins in a month. On August 14th, I won CWFC featherweight, lightweight, and middleweight simultaneously.

Which graced me the title of first Mixed martial artist to hold three divisions, which marked my Global debut as the undefeated Champion.

In late 2012, I would make my first defense off the featherweight title against the rising star. The match didn't go well for the amateur idiot, that little fucker won't stop shit-talking in front of the press, and even though I was an athlete known for keeping my calm under any threats or insults, the guy insulted my father and called him as a failure, a loser in life.

I kind of snapped and in a fit of anger I ended the rising star career once and for all. Once I had him in a corner, an elbow and a knee to the daring Chad's head opened a huge gash, painting the ground red by the end of the second round.

In the third round, a real bloodbath started. I took great advantage of the situation, banging his head even harder and disfiguring his "Chad" face with a brutal knee to the head.

For a brief moment I remembered looking around and seeing everybody was perfectly still, the only sounds that filled the whole place is my fist hitting repeatedly and viciously to the head, and by the time the referee snapped me back to my senses there was so much blood around me that it only took a few handfuls of seconds for the doctor to call off the fight and escort my opponent out of the ring, who is on the verge of losing consciousness and probably his life.

That day people honored me with the title of "The Merciless" due to the injuries I inflicted on their supposed rising star.

The last thing I heard about him was that he was in extensive care. So yeah, I messed him up pretty badly, but do I feel any remorse for what I did? No instead it gave me a deep sense of satisfaction.

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In September, of the same year, I signed contracts to defend my lightweight championship title against another mixed martial artist.

And again, it became a bloodbath... It started early in the first quarter when I landed a clear shot to the nose of my opponent, followed by a strong uppercut that opened a cut on my opponent's face, and by that point, already soaked him in blood.

My opponent did manage to stop the bleeding between rounds, but the fight had to be stopped in round three. It seemed when we collided hard with our heads, my opponent was the one that was misfortune enough to get yet another deep gash, while I was graced with a small cut above my left eyebrow.

Blood literally sprayed out, and the cut on my opponent was too big to continue the match, giving me the TKO victory after the doctor's stopped the match.

My next match, which took place on January 10th of 2013 was no different than my earlier two matches, but what made the fight that more exciting is that it was the main event at UFC on Versus 3.

Surprisingly it was my opponent who was the first to draw blood, delivering a blow that cut me early in the first round. In the second round, I turn into a higher gear, and came out blazing, opening a gashing wound on my opponent too.

My opponent didn't fold, though. He returned the favor yet again with a devastating punch to my ribs and the strength behind it cracked one of my ribs. That was probably one of the most shitiest injuries in my life.

And I retaliated... I retaliated hard, and my plan was to pummel him with strikes and then use Jiu-jitsu to take him out.

Capitalizing on the first mistake my opponent made, I put him on his back. Once I had him in my clutches, I immediately started dropping hard strikes at his face.

My opponent managed to defend quite well by keeping his guards up for a couple of few seconds, but I kept throwing punches with such intensity that I eventually broke through his guard and land that one hard shot that shattered his nose.

While he was dazed and confused, I passed his guard, took his back, and locked him in a rear-naked choke.

A few minutes later, I had my UFC title belt back in my hands. Well, I didn't come unscathed, though. Due to my injuries, I had to take a few months leave, because if I step on that ring those fighters would take great use of my injury and I have no wish to end my career this early.

In December of the same year, someone challenged me on social media for the middleweight division title and since I have recovered from my injury there is no reason for me to deny the challenge, so my manager who was my dad became my face and made a brief appearance before the media and accepted the challenge.

On April 29, 2014, at UFC I faced the challenger and dominated the fight and via knockout.

The same year I was briefly linked to a bout with my next opponent and boy he has the same attitude as the guy I put in intensive care, he thought by insulting and belittling me before the press, he will be able to get a reaction out me, well he did manage to bring out that reaction, but not before the press, instead, it was inside the cage and my opponent learned his lesson that the hard way.

At the end of the second round he ended up in a bloody mess and before the final whistle he was escorted out of the ring on a stretcher and a broken kneecap, his career is pretty much gone to ashes, athlete with that type of injury will find it hard to even perform some basis of Krav Maga, Jiu-jitsu or Sambo.

It's a fight that MMA fans will remember for decades. I did suffer some serious injuries but a few months rest will heal them for sure. At least I know I will.

On January 3rd, 2015[next year] at UFC 187, I was expecting to face my next opponent. However, he pulled out of the bout due to a lung issue. He was then replaced by a promotional newcomer at a catchweight of 180 lb.

Mind that catchweight is not a division, but rather the weight of the heavier fighter. Catchweight fights come with many caveats. Fighters will almost always be fined a large portion of the earnings if they miss weight. The other fighter often receives the fine amount. If a catchweight fights get a fight of the night bonus then the fighters who miss weight get their opponent's bonus, too.

I won the one-sided fight by TKO In the very first round.

After that match, I continued on to dominate countless other matches for 5 more years without a single loss in my book and currently I hold the longest undefeated streak in MMA history, with thirty-nine wins surpassing the top record holder.

Life is going well for me, yes I was also sometimes returned home with heavy injuries and broken bones, but it is what it is, I break something, and I receive something in return. I guess you just have to look on the brighter side of life.

I am not a superhuman being, after all, I don't come home unscathed. The amount of injuries I received through all these 39 matches is quite a lot, for example in 2017 I was fighting against this one massive gorilla of a man, and he managed to punch through my guard and break my nose, then the next year my opponent broke one of my ribs so instead, I broke one of his knees in the next round and well, ended his career.

That was a dick move, but every time I step inside that cage I transform from this calm, collected, happy-go-lucky man to this merciless, smiling piece of shit who seems to get a kick out of hitting people until his opponent is bloodied from the head to toe.

And I feel no remorse because it's fun! Every time I hit someone it feels good, it's exhilarating to prove your dominance over someone.

Probably because of that my love life is shit, I can't seem to find that one beautiful girl who will endure my bullshit and keep me in line when needed to be. Instead, I get hoes who are after my money, yeah, no thanks I can wait for that girl.

So as you can see my life is going well, I had shit tons of money, my family is happy and proud about my accomplishments, what's more, do I need?

But, who would have thought that misfortune would hit me hard... Well not just me, the whole world was hit by misfortune known as the Covit-19 and I was one of its victims and died at the age of 36, without achieving my dreams.

That was my life, that was the life story of Theodore Miller, & currently, I am floating aimlessly in a void, unknown to the amount of time passing by.

I feel empty, nor I can feel any emotions or any sense of happiness as I reminisce every single moment of my life.

But whatever this place is, I want a way out. This deafening silence and darkness are becoming too unbearable for me to bear, maybe that's why I feel this paralyzing numbness taking over me.

I really wanted to leave this place no matter what the price I have to pay, even if I have to sell my soul to the red man down there.

As the urgency of desiring to leave this void, I felt my consciousness becoming a fleeting thing.