James Quin bio

Fighter profile of James Quin by Alika Webb

My name is James Quin. I was born on the mean streets of Ghent. When I turned sixteen, I asked my mother if I could start training mixed martial arts. Now, she’s a single mother, working two jobs just to make ends meet, I was expecting her to say no but my heart was set on becoming a fighting champion. After arguing about it for days, she finally gave in. I could become a mixed martial artist. There was only one condition: I had to beat my mom in a street fight.

Now, you think I just steam walled over her and got my wish granted, right? Well, you’re wrong. She knocked me out with one punch. Luckily, she felt so cocky, she said I could challenge her anytime I wanted to. “Challenge accepted!” I shouted back at her.

I looked up some boxing tutorials on the internet and started training on my own. Since I didn’t have a punching bag casually hanging around in my room, I started using my own chin for target practice. Now, for some reason I don’t really remember much about those days but I’m pretty sure I practiced a lot.

I challenged her again a few months later and won. Then came the most beautiful words I have ever heard, coming out of my mom’s mouth no less: “Muhummm moomoo neenoo.” Now, you may think those are not real words and you’d be right. In my mom’s defense though, it’s not easy to speak when you just had your front teeth punched down your throat.

After clearing everything up with the cops, my mom gave me what little money she could spare and I started training MMA full-time.

Now you know my life’s story but the story is only just beginning. I just won the CFC featherweight title and I intend to keep it for a long time. Don’t believe me? Just watch CFC 432 and see me defend the belt for the very first time.

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