Michael Bisping wasn’t always the superstar he is now.
With the middleweight title firmly around his waist and his Northern accent displaying more and more hints of California, where he now resides, Bisping is an unquestionable sporting superstar.
In fact, ‘The Count’ has become so big that he recently found out that he can no longer piss in peace at a public urinal without being hounded by adoring fans.
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But he didn’t always enjoy such celebrity status.
Before making his MMA breakthrough via The Ultimate Fighter, Bisping found himself DJing in Manchester nightclubs under the stage name DJ Mikey B.
We’ve heard bits and pieces from Bisping’s time behind the decks but had never been treated to the story he recently told on the comedy podcast Legion of Skanks.
In a tale that’s straight out of a Guy Ritchie film, Bisping once had his records stolen and went in pursuit of them.
And that’s when things get interesting.
“So the club where I DJed was called Monroes and it was basically like Gangster’s Paradise,” Bisping said.
“When all the other regular nightclubs shut, all the doormen from everywhere all went to this club.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-zNRT17K_8
Skip to 34:05 to hear the story
“Basically it was drug dealers, doormen, everything but it had the sickest music. People came from all over the country to hear the DJs. It was one of the original underground rave clubs but it was dodgy as fuck.
“The shit that I’ve seen go down in there, the violence, you wouldn’t believe… people getting their arms cut off with samurai swords and all kinds of shit. I swear to God somebody got their ear bit off.
“I used to do two sets from 2-3 in the morning and then I’d have a break and do it again from 6-7 or some shit. What I’d do in those hours in between is hang out and talk to people.
“But when I went back to do my second set, my records had been fucking stolen because there were a lot of scumbags in there from Manchester – a lot of gang people.
“I was fucking flipping out because at that moment in time that was like my pride and joy. That was all I had.
“Back then I wasn’t known because Monroes was full of such crazy motherfuckers, I was just some guy from a small town. Nobody really knew me because I was just the fucking DJ but I knew that I could fuck everyone up in the club. So they stole my fucking records and I thought ‘You’ve fucked up here, motherfuckers!’
“So I went outside to the car park because I knew they were in the trunk of somebody’s car and I went up to every car.
“I said ‘Open your trunk now!’ so they opened the trunk. Not there. So I went to the next car, because everybody used to go outside and smoke weed.
“I go up to the next car – ‘Open the fucking trunk!’ Not there. This went on for some time.
“I get to one car and there’s two guys sat there. I said ‘Yo, open your fucking trunk now!’ and they said ‘Nah we can’t do that.’
“I said ‘Open the fucking trunk!’. He said ‘Dude, I’m not opening the trunk.’
“I said ‘Well now you’ve really got to open that fucking trunk because I think you’ve got what I fucking want in there.
“He said ‘Dude, I’m not opening the trunk.’ I said ‘Open the fucking trunk!’
“He said ‘OK, I’m going to open the trunk but when you see what’s in there you just walk away and shut the fuck up.’
“I said ‘Whatever!’ and we go to the back. He opens it up.
“And there’s a fucking dude laying in there tied up by his ankles with a gag and he’s moaning ‘Help me! Help me!’
“I go ‘OK, you haven’t got my records. See you buddy.’
“He lights his joint and just gets back in the car. That’s the type of place it was.”
That story took a turn for the weird didn’t it?
We don’t know what happened to the poor hapless soul in the boot of the car but we can’t say we blame Bisping for not getting involved.
Bisping has seemingly lived one hell of a life if it’s taken until now for him to tell that story.
