My name is Billy Westlund. I am 20 years old, I am 5'6", 140 lbs. I have very little formal fighting training of any kind, but what I do have, is desire, motivation and mental toughness.
In highschool I did track and powerlifting. I was somewhat successful at both, qualifying for state at 123 lbs in powerlifting. I only played these two sports to get better at football, its all i ever really cared about. I played my whole life. I was never very good, but man did I work my a** off. I was never bitter I just kept putting my time in, in the gym, waiting for the payoff and then it came! Or so I thought. Midway through my Senior season of highschool in a JV game I was put in at Cornerback (previously a WR). I played out of my mind, best game of my life to that point, by a long shot! I was going to be splitting reps at starting CB the next varsity game! I was so excited and in the moment that I didn't even feel myself get hurt.
After the game, my mother took me to the hospital where they discovered I had strained my patella tendon, and had a contusion on my patella. So they gave me a brace and crutches and off I went.
Monday at practice I crutched up to the field with all my gear, took off my brace and started suiting up. My coach was having none of that. Needless to say I missed the rest of my senior year. Man was I bitter. I fell into one of the deepest spells of depression to date and did nothing for a few months, absolutely nothing.
I finally struck some motivation and dedicated myself to the sport again. After I graduated I began playing Semi-Professional football back in Wisconsin. I carried on my new found mentality, and played really well. I was the starting Corner, Slot reciever, and return man. A few games in i broke my wrist. I refused casting as I wanted to play. I played with it uncasted and still broken for 2 games. During this time, we were losing, and not in a close fashion. We were being demolished, by every single team.
I was so upset that I was there with a broken bone for them and they couldn't even do little things to better the team (like show up for practice...) that i quit. And that was the bitter end to my football career.
I should backtrack a bit to when I was 5. It was here that the fighter in me was awoken. This was when my father died. I carry that with me everyday, and I am a very angry man. But moreso I was an angry kid. When I was 11 I started getting in trouble, in and out of foster homes, juvenile hall, and boot camps. Anger management wasn't working so my mother enrolled me in tae kwon do. I progressed very fast but grew bored with this "sissy sport" as I called it. And I decided to take up boxing. I boxed for maybe a few sessions, never felt comfortable with it, and quit. For the time being. I ended up starting boxing again about 8 years after that when I was 19-20. I was never that great at it but I stuck with it as I knew what my ultimate goal was.
Around my 20th birthday I realized that what I wanted to do was become a professional Mixed Martial Artist. I went to my library and got every book on Judo, Muay Thai, and Jiu-Jitsu they had, and read them front to back, practicing the techniques on a pillow in my bedroom. I also watched every jiu-jitsu video on youtube, again emulating the techniques on my pillow. During this time I was still at my boxing gym, training that aspect of my game.
After the summer I realized that if I wanted to seriously do this I would need to move somewhere where there are good trainers. I mean the best of the best. Some of the larger places in Wisconsin just didnt seem far enough away from home. So i decided to move to North Hollywood, CA. My plan was to come train with Eddie Bravo at 10th Planet JiuJitsu!
I Scraped up about 250$ and bought a plane ticket and some fighting gear and moved out to California. I won't get into the details of after I got out here too much but basically for the first 2 months I was out of work, and not in the gym. Then I got kicked out of my place. And slept on the street for a night. It was here, in the cold, in the rain, huddled up to all of my belongings that I was humbled. It was here that I found God.
I awoke the next day with a new found motivation and got a job, and a gym membership. I began lifting, eating right, and doing cardio, while supporting myself financially. This is basically where I sit today. I struggle every day to make ends meet financially, but I'm out here chasing my dreams and I think thats what life is all about.
I found a gym, King's Combat in Chatsworth, CA, and that's where I will be training at least for the next few months. My Coach and I talked, and I am probably gonna have to move on to more experienced trainers in a few months, which is okay with me.
I randomly ran into Eddie Bravo at 24 hour fitness a little while ago, and luckily he told me he trains at Legends MMA. So as of right now I'm two classes in at King's with my trainer Dellwaun. I'm just getting back in the swing of things but it is all feeling pretty natural again thankfully. I couldn't be more excited to train tomorrow its going to be my first "official day." I'm excited to prove myself, not to anyone else, but to me.
This is gonna be an opportunity for those who wish, to look into my life, but moreso for me to keep track of my journey as I go. I do not care if you don't like me, if you dont believe in me, any of that. I don't need any fuel, I don'y need any motivation.. It all exists within me. But nevertheless this entry marks the beginning of my path to becoming a professional fighter.