(You want that hot, throbbing cauliflower ear, don’t you. Oh, yeah. Ohhhh y-[*vomits*] / Photo via TitoCouture)
One of the oldest combat sports training myths is that abstaining from sex helps your performance on fight night. Phil Baroni may have put it best when he told us: “You take punches better when you abstain from, ah…punching your own loads out. It makes you fuckin’ mean, I’ll tell you that much.”
“For girls it raises your testosterone, so I try to have as much sex as possible before I fight actually. Not with like everybody, I don’t put out like a Craigslist ad or anything, but if I got a steady I’m going to be like ‘yo, fight time’s coming up’,” Rousey said with a laugh.
However: “You can’t (expletive) somebody and go fight that day.”
Sex with Ronda Rousey has to be a terrifying experience. Think about it. There you are, just sitting on the couch catching up on the Sunday Styles section, when Ronda busts in wearing a damp rash-guard, and says “Yo, fight time’s coming up. Dick: out,” then angrily demands that you get in her guard while at least one Diaz brother lurks around in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to use the blender. Are you man enough to deal with that?
(You want that hot, throbbing cauliflower ear, don’t you. Oh, yeah. Ohhhh y-[*vomits*] / Photo via TitoCouture)
One of the oldest combat sports training myths is that abstaining from sex helps your performance on fight night. Phil Baroni may have put it best when he told us: “You take punches better when you abstain from, ah…punching your own loads out. It makes you fuckin’ mean, I’ll tell you that much.”
“For girls it raises your testosterone, so I try to have as much sex as possible before I fight actually. Not with like everybody, I don’t put out like a Craigslist ad or anything, but if I got a steady I’m going to be like ‘yo, fight time’s coming up’,” Rousey said with a laugh.
However: “You can’t (expletive) somebody and go fight that day.”
Sex with Ronda Rousey has to be a terrifying experience. Think about it. There you are, just sitting on the couch catching up on the Sunday Styles section, when Ronda busts in wearing a damp rash-guard, and says “Yo, fight time’s coming up. Dick: out,” then angrily demands that you get in her guard while at least one Diaz brother lurks around in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to use the blender. Are you man enough to deal with that?
