[Centraal] MMA topic #10 The Undisputed Champion

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On the paydays in Mixed Martial Arts...

"Yeah, I'm happy with it. But I'm not really happy with any fighter's pay, though. Like any MMA fighter's pay. Period. I'm not happy with any of us going on TV and immediately the next day not being set for life. It's like c'mon dude, we're going on television here. On Showtime; on Versus; on pay-per-view. Know what I mean? And we're fuckin' rock stars, dude. The only reason why we're not is because they say we're not. It's like why are we not getting paid top dollar like some little boy bands are?

Like fuckin' Timberlake or 'ol Mayweather? Or 'N Sync. People are getting paid serious money. There's seriously some bullshit going on where none of us are getting paid here. And I don't understand it either because I walked through the mall the other day when I was in Vegas. And I seen happy old Floyd fuckin' Mayweather after his little interview he did where I think he was talking shit about how he'll beat any MMA fighter's ass. And I was in the worst fuckin' mood ever, dude, because I was just about to say fuck it because I was over there to corner my brother and didn't get to corner my brother because you need to have a license for that.

So Floyd is walking around on a fuckin' shopping spree, dude. And I don't even think he has any real friends. He's got these big fuckin' Samoan carrying his shopping bags and all his clothes and shit. He's walking around 'Whoopty-woo. Yaw-yaw!' and this and that, signing autographs and taking pictures here and there and just acting like a complete fuckin' asshole and I'm thinking like "Man, I ought to just whoop this ass right here and ain't nobody would say shit. I could have my friend record it and put it up on YouTube and see what that does for me? I'd go right to jail. I don't give a fuck though. I'm like, whatever. I wanted to just punch this guy and be like "Hey, you little bitch" and start talking shit to him and try to get him to fight me. But no, I didn't bother because I'm not a punk like that. But it makes want to be. And it's not even 'ol Floyd that makes me want to be, either. It's whoever is paying them and not paying us. That makes me just really want to put it out there and show them just how easily I whooped this guy's ass like he was my bitch. And nothing against that dude, except for that he is kind of a piece of shit. He's on a shopping spree and he's walking around. I don't know if I'd all about my money like that if I had that kind of money."

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Why fear Fedor? That question is on the minds of many UFC fans, particularly those who new to the sport of mixed martial arts, the ones who call all of it “ultimate fighting.” After all, lets be honest, he doesn’t look like much.

His body is nothing special. He’s big, and strong, but so are dozens of other fighters and millions of other men. He doesn’t have the hard, cut muscles of the allegedly steroid enhanced Sean Sherk. He lacks the streamlined athleticism of Anderson “Spider” Silva. His form pales in comparison to the Greco-Roman god physique that belongs to Cheick Kongo.


But the little things give him away, as he is built to be a fighter. Freakishly broad shoulders and a massive ribcage make him tough to hold down and impossible to wrap up, limiting the abilities of the few superior grapplers. Long arms allow him to ground and pound with jaw dropping effectiveness, even from his feet, making obsolete the guards of even the tallest adversaries. His bulging muscles may not inspire fear with vein-popping tightness, but they do so with their effectiveness. Forged with the unbalanced weights Fedor built himself when he lacked access to others, their physical power leaves blood on the mat and devastation in their wake.


In a perfect match with his body, his face doesn’t scare either. Starting at the top, his hair is perfectly normal. No Iceman inspired faux-hawk, no HeadBlade smooth standard fighters scalp; just short brown hair. Above his protruding brow, a big forehead announces a receding hairline, adding to the façade of mortality. A lack of high cheekbones brings roundness to his face, an effect further emphasized by a strong, but rounded jaw line, all built around a large, bulbous nose.


With a couple small changes his face could belong to Santa Claus. The soft, even friendly features meet around the true key to understanding Fedor Emelianenko: his eyes. They are not like the eyes of other fighters. They aren’t the angry, burning coals of Chuck Liddell or Ken Shamrock, declaring excess anger expelled in the ring. They aren’t the hard, unforgiving obsidian blades of Rampage or Wanderlei, spilling secrets about dangerous childhoods. They certainly aren’t the intelligent, cunning eyes of Dan Henderson or Tito Ortiz, warning against brains mixed with brawn. They’re not even the hollow, insane sockets of Monson or Kongo, declaring the darkness within. They are worse.


The eyes of Fedor are dead, amoral, and soulless. Under heavy lids they gaze at the world, lacking wonder, emotion, or life. It is as though he sees everything around him through a screen, leaving the universe blurry, detached, and unimportant. Kill a man or a fly, crush a skull or a can, it matters not. It is said the eyes are windows to a man’s soul, so what lies within Fedor Emelianenko?


If the apocalypse is real, I bring you your Death. Whether he is shattering a body with bone-jarring punches, or crushing the air from lungs with the ease of an anaconda, he seems to feel nothing. When Fedor was born, God took his hammer and his chisel and made a man to end other men. If indeed it was God at all.

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Op vrijdag 14 september 2007 12:22 schreef Tazmaniac het volgende:
Leuk stukje

Ik hoop dat Fedor zijn handtekening al gezet heeft (of dat iig snel gaat doen) want wat is nou een world heavyweight division zonder Emelianenko

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Op vrijdag 14 september 2007 11:06 schreef Paxlie het volgende:

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http://community.foxsport(...)09/12/Why_Fear_Fedor

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Op zaterdag 15 september 2007 08:59 schreef Tazmaniac het volgende:
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When Fedor was born, God took his hammer and his chisel and made a man to end other men. If indeed it was God at all.

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Op zaterdag 15 september 2007 15:27 schreef Tazmaniac het volgende:
Gaat ie wel winnen BB of heb je er geen vertrouwen in??

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Op zaterdag 15 september 2007 08:59 schreef Tazmaniac het volgende:

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Op zaterdag 15 september 2007 14:33 schreef BB_Koning het volgende:
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Deze onderbroek is dus zo NIET sexy

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Op zaterdag 15 september 2007 16:15 schreef Tazmaniac het volgende:
Gina Carano's struggle

Of the 10 fighters scheduled to compete on Saturday's Showtime-televised card (10 p.m. ET/PT) at the Blaisdell Arena, only Gina Carano (Pictures) had issue making weight, and even then it was just by one-tenth of a pound.

Carano, who came it at 141.1 pounds, appeared weak while doing a one-leg balancing act on the scale. With promoters briefly discussing whether the Las Vegan would need to drop the weight, Carano's opponent Tonya Evinger (Pictures) looked on, surprised to learn that there was a one-pound weight allowance.

Carano, shaky and on weak legs, rushed to take a seat, where she gulped down Pedialite before Evinger finally conceded and the fight was made official. As the two squared off for the traditional staredown, Carano barely had the energy to keep her arms raised, eventually opting to fold them across her chest.