Billy is a quiet man, with simple needs. It's when he's inside that cage that he unleashes something inside of himself that is just down right scary. He's cold, not as in mean, but as in indifferent. He doesn't smile, he doesn't flinch, he just fucking swings. 

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Raised by his Grandmother in Anchorage, Alaska. Billy is a calm man, a steady man. He thinks things through and rarely shows emotion, while this may get some kids picked of in school for being weird, not many other kids fucked with Billy. Because you see, Behind the calm, and almost emotionless eyes of Billy dwelled a man who had no problem with shattering your face.

 

Soft spoken, shy, and an absolute beast of a fighter, all of these things describe Billy Tweedy. And he would probably be at the top of the sport today, if it wasn't for the prison stint... Self Defense... Man Slaughter... The lines are blurry in the eyes of the law. But Billy has been out for sometime now, and he's been dedicated to MMA since his release, finally getting to live the dream that was denied to him for many years.