|Heavyweight (Per 4/15)|
|Light HW (per 4/15)|
|Middleweight (per 4/15)|
|Welterweight (per 4/15)|
|4.||Marc de Bonte|
|70kg (Per 4/15)|
|3.||Robin van Roosmalen|
|65kg (per 1/20)|
A lot of fighters have had a tough road leading to present day. You'll hear about Jens Pulver and his alcoholic, abusive father and how that led him to being a professional fighter and the man that he is today. You'll hear about Forrest Griffin getting into fighting and not having healthcare so a broken arm just became a part of his life. We all remember Chris Leben breaking down on national television over his daddy issues and then, of course, Josh Koscheck spraying him with a hose for laughs because crippling emotional problems should be funny.
Our good friend Mark Miller makes his return to the ring on May 28th in Moscow, Russia under the banner of Ultimate Glory. Ultimate Glory is the promotional arm of the Golden Glory gym, ran by their trainer Martijn de Jong. This show will be the finals of the GLORY World Series, which ran a Heavyweight kickboxing tournament and a Middleweight MMA tournament. There are a ton of kickboxing names involved in this event and I'm proud to say that Mark Miller is up there with them, where he belongs. In a way, he is the American K-1 fighter that time forgot. He was primed to be K-1's American guy, their champion and a name to help them break into the US scene stronger than before.
Things didn't work out as planned, then they really didn't work out as planned. Mark just started a weekly blog for MMAWeekly discussing his comeback, and the first one revolves around his life-changing 2007.
Next thing I know, I’m booking an appointment for aortic valve surgery. This procedure could have ended my career.
I opted to take the chance on requesting a cadaver valve, one which would need to be replaced in 15-20 years, but would allow me the chance to come back to fight. On the 21st of September, 2007, I went under the knife. I emerged victorious.
My heart healed perfectly. I was released to begin my training 15 weeks following. The day I went into the gym I received a phone call: Office of Latrobe Medical Examiner.
My father, Harry “Moose” Miller, had fallen sick. My father wasn’t a young man. He was almost 84 years old. He had played in the very first NBA game.
He had instilled in me my love for sports. I could never have pictured him, as old as he was, ever being so sick. April 18th, my father died.
What's ridiculous about that is, there is more to read. So go on and read the rest and continue following Mark's amazing comeback story.