Uncaged: My Life as a Champion MMA Fighter
Frank Shamrock was widely regarded as the best pound-for-pound fighter in the world. But first he suffered through a childhood of neglect, juvenile delinquency, and petty crime. He was eventually taken in by Bob Shamrock, who fostered hundreds of troubled boys. But when Frank couldn’t afford to support his family, he turned to burglary and wound up in state prison. When he was released, Frank joined Ken in training. For the next two decades he dominated the entire sport. In this riveting book Shamrock gives vivid accounts of his battles both in and out of the ring.
never been so cold in my whole life. Then after a while I started to warm up a little. I started feeling pretty comfortable, in fact. I was a little sleepy. I felt like I was going to be OK. So I lay down on the railroad tracks and started to take a little nap. But then I realized this didn’t make sense. I couldn’t be warm. I was freezing! It was the middle of the night in the middle of the winter and I was soaking wet. I realized it might be hypothermia. This wasn’t good. So I got up and ran
against an American fighter named Wes Gassaway. I had taken some time off after the Kohsaka fight. That one had taken a lot out of me, and I hadn’t trained very hard. Wes was a weight class above me, but he had no submission ability at all. I knew I could get him down and submit him without any real difficulty. But I found myself getting really tired after about two minutes. Gassaway was super-strong, much stronger than I expected. He hit me a couple of times in the head, and it really rang my
Ortiz. Tito had dissed him after a fight and then started coming to fights wearing provocative T-shirts. (Tito beat Lion’s Den fighter Guy Mezger, then flipped off Ken and put on a shirt that said GAY MEZGER IS MY BITCH. Later on, Tito showed up to fight Ken wearing a shirt that said PUNISHING HIM INTO RETIREMENT.) I got into the middle of one of Ken’s feuds when we were all in Mobile, Alabama, for a fight in 1996. Tank Abbott was a self-described street fighter from Huntington Beach,
They didn’t know what they were doing. I certainly didn’t know what they were doing. I had been fighting for ten years without losing, and now it looked like I was going to lose this fight on a technicality. Renzo stayed on his knees. It still wasn’t clear what was going to happen. The ref told Renzo, “You have five minutes to recover. You have five minutes before you have to make a decision.” So we were going to keep fighting! Renzo was wobbling on one knee, trying to get up—or pretending to
think of Bob now, I don’t think of betrayal. I admire Bob for how much he loved, for what he did, for what he believed in. This is what being a human being is all about. He was passionate. His whole life, he stepped up and said, “This is how we’re going to do this thing,” and then did it. I have a great admiration for that. I even admire him, in a weird way, for loving Ken so much that he carved me out of his life. He had to choose, and he chose what was the most important thing to him, and he