EXCLUSIVE | Louis Fisette’s TUF 18 Fighter Blog Week 5

Louis “Petit Pain” Fisette (6-1 MMA) is one of the youngest talents in MMA’s rich 135-pound division. The 23 year-old Canadian bantamweight is a contestant on this season of (TUF:18) The Ultimate Fighter: Tate vs. Rousey.

Here is what Louis had to say about Week 5 of his ‘TUF’ experience:

With the women in the house, emotions were almost always running high. Not that women are more emotional, just that I think they show it in a different way. After losing Roxanne took it pretty hard. It actually turns out she hid behind the half wall in the back yard and sobbed. Knowing first hand how it feels to have your dreams taken away from you, it is really hard. I think some just handle it different. Regardless, it was really hard seeing Roxanne like that.

With the women in the house, emotions were almost always running high. Not that women are more emotional, just that I think they show it in a different way. After losing Roxanne took it pretty hard. It actually turns out she hid behind the half wall in the back yard and sobbed. Knowing first hand how it feels to have your dreams taken away from you, it is really hard. I think some just handle it different. Regardless, it was really hard seeing Roxanne like that.

Someone had the brilliant idea of playing truth or dare. Just so happened one of the questions was who was the weakest fighter in the house. A few people dodged the question, a few people tip toed around it. Then someone asked Anthony. Not to my surprise he named me as the weakest. Logically speaking, he wouldn’t say that about anyone on his team, him and Cody and Josh were good friends, and he has lost to Holdsworth during his amateur career. So logically speaking the only person he would call out would be me. I honestly wasn’t very offended by it, I had done nothing at that point to have proven him wrong. I have my own opinions as to who’s the weakest, but I’ll be respectful and keep those to myself haha!

I think people think it hurt me much worse than it did. Hey if I’m the weakest guy out of those 8, I’m still not doing too bad! So everyone had their opinions and you have to respect that he actually had the balls to come out and say it!

I’ll jump straight to the fight from here. Davey and I were really good “mates” as he would say. I truly consider him to be a lifelong friend! Going into the fight we agreed it was only business and whatever happens, happens. We fight for 10 minutes then move on. Honestly, there’s no way I could ever hate the guy. We helped each other cut weight, we talked about our families back home, we were good friends! Doesn’t change the fact that when we get in that cage we’re going to try and take each others heads off!

I knew Davey would be stronger and much bigger than I was. I figured I’d use my speed and try and keep a high pace. The first round his striking was very clean. He hit me with a big shot that rocked me and then backed me up to the fence with punches. I remember him landing quite a few shots, and me thinking that I HAD to get out of there. So, I got my head on straight and we started wrestling. He was pretty strong and basically nullified any offense I could come up with. Once we hit the mat, his top control was pretty solid. The UFC was trying out this new “grip” on the canvas, and dang did it work. I felt like I was stuck to that canvas like white on rice. That, mixed with his top control and I felt pretty stuck. He rained down some solid shots and then attempted an arm bar. I got on top but couldn’t really do any real damage. Once he rolled to his knees, I thought I had his back FOR SURE! I was clearly a little over anxious and got put back on my back. He landed a couple of short elbows and that’s when the cut happened.

Between rounds, al I saw was blood. Apparently when blood gets in your eyes, it really impedes your vision. I told my coaches, and the doctor was ready to stop the fight. Before I had left for the show, my girlfriend Jade made me promise that no matter how tired or hurt I was, I’d always come out for the next round. Between rounds, that promise quickly flashed through my head. I told the doc I was fine and decided to continue.

Round 2: I knew I needed a takedown. Striking with minimal eye sight is definitely not a great idea. I rushed in for a double leg and ended up on my back once again. Trying to fight with a gash over your eye plays games with your head. I made a few mistakes that Davey quickly made me pay for. He took my back, softened me up, and ended it with the rear-naked-choke.

After the fight I was clearly upset. To see my dream be taken away from me not once, but twice was very hard. It was weird because as much as I was upset, I was still happy for my friend who had just beat me up. I honestly think he earned it. He’s tough as nails and definitely showed that. So congrats to Davey and on to the next one for me!

Louis Fisette