“It’s rigged!”
“It’s fake!”
“The fighter threw the fight for money or fame.”
You know how much trouble you get in if anything is off or the fight is rigged in a professional fight, especially ones where huge money is involved? The FBI is all over this sport presently, if you’ve been paying attention. If someone’s going to rig a fight, 2026 would be the absolute dumbest time to do that.
It’s just REAL. And real outcomes aren’t always fun.
The stakes wouldn’t be so high and the sport so amazing if we all got the storybook ending we think we want. That’s what makes this sport great: the highs, the lows, and the unknowns.
Any fighter who gives it their all, steps into a fight turns their life around, to become the best version of themselves and to inspire others has my full respect.
It’s one of the hardest sports in the world and the most vulnerable. And to reach career heights and then come back after a 5, 10, or 17 year layoff takes balls most people don’t even know exist, especially when it’s not something you have to do but something you choose to do.
You wonder, “God, why did it have to go that way after all the sacrifice and hard work?!” But ultimately His will be done. Then you live, you learn, and you move forward.
The journey isn’t over, in a way it’s a whole new beginning. If you’re not failing, you’re not trying.
Respect.
Happy Palm Sunday everyone! ❤️
HOSANNA to our King of Peace, our Lord of Lords, the defeater of death and saviour of humanity, Jesus Christ! 👑
HOSANNA HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST JESUS CHRIST!!! 🙏
Ya’ll were losing your minds over jeans a few weeks ago…totally cool assassinating someone this week.
Tell me you’re crazy without telling me you’re crazy. 
#Evil#CharlieKirk#LiberalismIsAMentalDisorder
My heart is filled with sorrow.
I had some nice dialogue with Charlie, he instantly felt like an older much wiser brother even though he was younger than me. He was always trying to include me to come speak at his events.
I don’t think he knew how hard public speaking is for me. My whole body shakes, my mind goes into survival mode & my voice quivers. I much prefer writing, fighting, acting & interviews in intimate settings. But alas, Charlie did find out how hard public speaking is for me in Vegas last year.
I had originally just wanted to support Tulsi who was doing an event with the Common Kings in Vegas. I wanted to support her & be there for her, maybe just announce her or be backstage with her. Then Turning Point got involved & before you knew it, rumors that President Trump would be speaking swirled and came true.
Of course I tried to back out once I realized they wanted me to speak. But Tulsi wasn’t having it. She gently encouraged me. So I decided to just write out my speech on paper & read it.
The night came & I had missed my spot in the speaking line up because I was back stage taking a picture with President Trump who had 100’s of people he was taking pictures with before he went on to speak.
I ran back to the stage & there were only Charlie & Tulsi left to speak before Trump would take the stage. I had the 6 pages in my hands, the lady on the stage seemed rushed & I looked at Charlie and said, “No it’s ok, I’m not good at public speaking, don’t worry about me.” He calmly looked at me & said, “Gina, they hear from me all the time, they need to hear from you. How many pages do you have?” I told him 6. The lady on the stage said, “Do you think you could keep it to 3 minutes please?” But Charlie kept eye contact with me & said, “Take my time, go out there & say what you need to say.”
He gave me so much strength in that moment, my body shaking, I went out & summed up my 6 page speech to whatever I could muster. I was so proud I did it. It was short & sweet, the pages went out the window. I wanted to do it for my hometown, in front of my family, for my country. I felt I needed to & Charlie made sure I did.
As soon as I walked behind the curtain I collapsed into Charlie’s chest. He held me for a few moments as I stabilized & then he walked out to give his speech. The lady who helped me off stage said, “oh my gosh you’re shaking!”
I went back to my seat & sat with my mom & dad who were beaming with pride, I was still shaking. People patted me on my back & gave me hugs, the whole crowd knew I was nervous but it was ok. They cheered me on louder than most of the other speakers my dad said but of course he’d say that. ☺️ Sure felt that way. The audience saw my vulnerability & rooted for me. That was the atmosphere of this lovely crowd of people. And that was who Charlie was. He helped me conquer something that day. And since then I have gotten better when a microphone is handed to me.
Charlie helped so many find their voices. He put the microphone in people’s hands, to be heard, to ask questions, to learn how to communicate. He was teaching us how to communicate.
I am in complete awe of his bravery. He could’ve easily just stayed comfortable & been with his wife & children right now but he saw the need of keeping dialogue going & he risked his life everytime he went out there.
He was a graceful genius with a heart for the Lord and he followed his calling.
I am so happy Charlie is with the Lord now. He truly was the best of us & without a doubt the bravest. They took his body but they cannot take his spirit. I mourn for his wife, children & loved ones with my full heart & soul. God be with them.
I am struggling with positivity as evil is rearing its ugly head. If I wasn’t so exhausted from sorrow I would be more enraged. My head is torturing me on repeat as I see Charlie shot & the blood gushing. All I can do right now is pray for justice & peace.
God bless you Charlie Kirk. We will not forget you. ✝️