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I should have never went to lightweight. If you look at my record, my only losses – and this is no (expletive) whatsoever. When I fought Matt Veach, B.J. Penn came in to talk to me. I was close friends with B.J., and he came to talk to me. When he came in to talk to me, I was standing at the scales, just about to make weight.
"Hey, Paul."
"Aye, B.J."
"Are you OK?"
I literally could not see him because my eyes were blanked out. As he leaves the room, I spoke to my brother and Mark Scanlon.
"Is he gone?"
As soon as he said, "Yeah," my body dropped and hit the floor. I fainted. I woke up with them pulling my tongue out of my mouth. I won that fight. I was lucky.
When I fought – what was that prick’s name who just laid on top of me for 15 minutes? Jacob Volkmann. When I fought Jacob Volkmann, my body dried up. I remember Renzo Gracie or someone scraping me with a card. I was completely dry in the sauna. I couldn’t get more weight off.
"Look, I’m sorry," I said. "I’ve never done this before, but I can’t make it. I’m a pound-and-a-half over."
We’re in the back of the arena and talking to Mark Scanlon.
"Look, son," he said. "You’ve never not made weight in your life. Let’s get in the back. We’ve got an hour. Let’s get it done."
I put the shower on and jumped in. I made the weight. Then after that, my body shut down. I couldn’t digest the sugars. While I was sitting there eating, I started vomiting.
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