The side of the building facing the street is painted gray and has a big black door with no handle. What may have been a window or a larger entrance is now sealed with a brick wall. I can see the glow of the fluorescent lights from the crusty windows on the second floor. There is no sign. I’m looking for Legends MMA.
I soon find the entrance. The parking lot gate is severely dented from some unwelcome guests. A heavy iron panel slides open, revealing the light from this old shoe factory. My friend, Tom Gavin, greets me. I crawl through the dent and follow Tom inside. The gym’s main floor is partitioned into three parts. The smallest portion is the punching bags. Perhaps ten to twelve, of various sizes, squeak as they lightly swing back and forth. Training mats cover the largest section, where, during the day, students learn various fight styles. The third section is closed off for another type of training.
I had not seen Tom for some time. About a year ago, he decided to take a hiatus from law school to pursue a career in mixed martial arts fighting. This decision was not made in haste. He has his youth, his health, and a hunger for success that other young men only think they have. Moreover, unlike most fighters, his dedication goes one step further. He and two of his comrades keep residence in this modern day dojo.
They embrace the essence of an ancient tradition, where a student’s home and school are one. Tom, Eugene, and Ryan maintain the premises. Punching bags are kept in order, blood is removed from the mats, and the dojo is well guarded. In exchange, they receive top class training from the best fighters in the country. That day, the guys were arranging the training mats back on the main floor. On the third floor, they were reassembling the octagon. The night before, Legends held a grand fundraising party. The building was packed to the hilt and there was pole dancing aplenty.
But being an MMA fighter is not all fun and games. Every waking moment is devoted to the mind, body, and spirit of the martial arts. I asked Tom and his friends what it takes to be a fighter. Simply, one must be disciplined. There are no days off. If fighters are not preparing for competition, they train four to five hours a day. They learn various martial arts ranging from Jiu Jitsu to wrestling. If they’re not on the mats, the rest of the day is spent conditioning. The month before a competition is by far the most grueling. Days are spent conditioning, training, and sparing.
Training the body with physical exercise is supplemented with the proper foods. A fighter’s diet consists of protein (chicken), vegetables, fruits, and carbohydrates (brown rice). Nowhere in this food pyramid will you see alcohol, tobacco, or even sweets. To these fighters, sacrifice in the kitchen is a small price to pay for the glory they seek in the ring. Being a betting man, I’d be hard pressed to find a law student with as much devotion to his craft as any of the three men I met at Legends.
I finally asked Tom why he decided to become fighter. He said this was literally a once in a lifetime opportunity. A person can work in a physically strenuous career only when he is young. Therefore, he courageously changed his path in life. I agree with his sentiments. An opportunity that time gives only one chance to pursue, should be taken in an instance. So what does it truly take to be a fighter? Courage. The courage to choose your own life, rather than accepting what is indoctrinated to you, is the hardest characteristic to achieve.
I have nothing against law school. Law school is a stable road to take. So stable in fact, one can take it at any age. If your dream was to become a lawyer, then more power to you. But to the rest, if you had ambitions outside of the law, then just do them. The doors to Southwestern will always open, but some opportunities have only brief windows. Whether you succeed or fail at your dream, it is impossible to deny yourself the satisfaction of attempting what will once be unattainable. If you want to act, then strive to be an actor. If you want to be a cop, then strive to be a cop. If you want to be a fighter, then join Legends. A life dictated by the default approach soon creeps in the shadows to find ambition. Do not become one of those old people who look back on life and regret not living it.
Written by Dikran Sevlian, 3L Senior Staff Writer



