Mickey Gall, a breakout star of the Ultimate Fighting Championship, tends to jump off the bell with a low bull charge. Several of the UFC’s best had never seen it coming. Gall, on his first-ever fashion shoot, did the same to the camera, slaying it with his killer smile. He is used to winning by what UFC guys call “submission,” which is pretty much what it sounds like: attack fast, immobilize the opponent, win. Simple, but way not easy.
At 6’2″ and somewhere around his 170-pound weigh-in standard, Gall leads with a square jaw and dark, deep-set eyes that exude a wicked spark, crinkling up underneath his brush of bear-brown hair. And then there’s the cool scar over his right eye. He earned it the hard way—in the ring—then ignored his doctor’s orders and went back to fighting in a few weeks instead of the few months prescribed. When the cut got knocked back open, he went from the original 11 stitches to more than 21, and took it like a man. Telling the story, he pauses and—bam!—there’s that champion smile again.
Gall—“hey, call me Mickey”—has got good-guy-from-Jersey written all over him. Born, bred, trained, educated (Rutgers), and still living there, Gall embodies the opposite of Garden State stereotypes. He’s smart, funny, approachable, and very willing to show off the tats of fearless creatures on his calves. In the process, he reveals socks that are silhouetted with his home state, and lets out an involuntary man-giggle. “Like the socks, dude?” he asks innocently.
For Gall, the boy-next-door persona is no act. Ask him who his biggest influences and inspirations are and, without a jab of hesitation, he says his mom, dad, and coach. And guess which one of these three is the biggest beast in the audience at his fights? His mother, as improbable as he first thought that would be. “Yeah,” he says,
“I didn’t think I wanted to fight in front of my mom, but she’s on her feet yelling like everyone else the whole time.” As he rattles off names of other fighters, ones he admires and others he “calls out” for a fight, I nod like the pacifist neophyte I am. But Gall makes it clear he doesn’t talk trash. “I’m just telling the truth,” he insists.
Did he enjoy doing the shoot? “Fuck, yeah, dude,” he says. “Everyone was awesome.” When it comes to fashion, Gall’s 26 going on about 16. Nevertheless, here he is, muscling into Dior and Valentino. But he’s catching up fast and says, sure, he’d walk a runway. After all, he realizes as we talk that he’s more experienced in the world of striking a pose than he might think, admitting he’s been put in “makeup and stuff” for his post-bout UFC interviews. Even so, the photographer for this shoot decided that Gall required no makeup at all. But he would have gladly gone under the blush brush, because this is a guy who will do whatever it takes to win a fight, and to beat this fashion thing into submission. Keep an eye out, because Gall is one model who knows how to pounce
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