UFC 144: Chuck Liddell and Tito Ortiz on Japan, Fertittas and a Changing Game

There’s something about Tokyo, Japan, that’s larger than life. Maybe it’s the bright lights, neon-stripped pathways to whatever pleasures you can imagine and some you’d never dream of in a million years.Maybe it’s the people. Thousands of them. Million…

There’s something about Tokyo, Japan, that’s larger than life. Maybe it’s the bright lights, neon-stripped pathways to whatever pleasures you can imagine and some you’d never dream of in a million years.

Maybe it’s the people. Thousands of them. Millions. Teeming is the word most commonly used for a city that seems full to bursting. It’s a culture that rewards big things—ideas, personalities, athletes. Perhaps, that’s why Tito Ortiz was such a natural fit?

“They love characters. They love anyone who is what they want to be…I think I’m kind of bigger than life there. Think about a guy with bleached blond hair who’s a lot physically bigger than anyone else,” Ortiz told Bleacher Report in an exclusive interview. “In Japan there’s a place called the ‘four corners of the world.’ When the lights change, at one time there can be 2,500 people crossing the street. All you could see were 5’5″ heads of black hair as far as the eye could see. I’m 6’3″ and I’m standing above everyone and the fans are like ‘Wow, Tito, Tito.’ The fans there are crazy.”

Ortiz won the world championship there, beating the “Axe Murderer” Wanderlei Silva in five decisive rounds to replace the departed Frank Shamrock as what the UFC then referred to as the Middleweight Champion.

An earlier loss to Shamrock had opened Ortiz’s eyes. He rededicated himself to training and continued to grow as an athlete. Shamrock’s were big shoes. Ortiz, perhaps instinctively understanding the audience’s mindset, knew that in order to earn respect from the UFC’s fans he would have to do something monumental in scope.

In Abu Dhabi, home of the world submission fighting championships, he told UFC matchmaker Joe Silva that he wanted to fight the best. Silva came back with a name that drove fear into the hearts of most fighters. But not Tito Ortiz. To Ortiz, Wanderlei Silva was less a problem, more an opportunity.

“I think I slept with my belt for the first three weeks. It never left my bedside…It was a dream come true. An American dream. I was just a kid and a lot of people didn’t believe in me,” Ortiz said. “But I believed in myself. I was a kid that came from nothing and all of the sudden I was the champion of the world with hard work and dedication.


Change is in the Air

The middleweight title that Ortiz wore around his waist in Japan is now called the light heavyweight title. That’s just a tiny difference, but it’s emblematic of a seismic change in the sport in the decade plus since the UFC last traveled to Japan. To say the MMA landscape has changed in that time is an understatement of the most epic proportions.

In 2000, the promotion was traveling into the heart of enemy territory, trying to take on the thriving Pride Fighting Championship on their own turf. The UFC, as hard as this is to imagine, was the underdog, a struggling business that was on the verge of total and permanent failure.

“I remember riding with my opponent the month before, driving down to our medicals,” UFC Hall of Famer Chuck Liddell, who fought on the undercard of that event said. In those days, the UFC didn’t send a car for each team. There just wasn’t the money for anything but the basics. “It was me and Jeff Monson and about an hour drive. We were sitting in the back, almost the trunk space, of an SUV. Our legs almost touching, staring at each other for an hour while we drove to get our medicals done.”

In the early days, Semaphore Entertainment Group was in a fight just to survive. Struggling to make payroll, sometimes even the legends of the sport were forced to travel by bus to backwoods venues in Alabama and Mississippi.

If the SEG’s UFC was an ill-fitting sweatsuit with a Full Contact Fighter logo airbrushed on slightly askew, the UFC under Frank and Lorenzo Fertitta was a custom-fitted designer suit. In the case of champion Tito Ortiz, that difference was more than a metaphor.

“Lorenzo got me a suit. He said ‘Tito, you’ve got to change your image. You’ve got to start dressing nicer.’ I’ve worn suits ever since,” Ortiz said. “Now you look around and see all the main guys wearing suits. I kind of started that whole trend. My first suit was an Armani. I remember him buying it for me for like $1500. I remember being so stoked. I couldn’t thank him enough. My first Armani suit. I looked sharp.”

Tito’s first defense was also in Tokyo, taking on local favorite Yuki Kondo. It was the last event of SEG’s seven-year stint as owners of the UFC. In a month, the Fertitta brothers would be taking over, and the UFC would implement a five-year plan that would make everyone rich.

“I’m thankful to Lorenzo Fertitta for giving me this opportunity. As a fighter, a father, as a man,” Ortiz said. “I’ve been able to do all the things I’ve always wanted to do with my life.”

 

The Ice(man) Age Starts in Japan 

On the undercard, before they officially took over the promotion, the brothers were already making their presence known. Liddell’s sponsor that evening was the Fertitta’s Station Casinos.

“(Current UFC President) Dana (White) was my manager at the time, so I knew Frank and Lorenzo through him,” Liddell remembers. Although they kept their impending purchase of the UFC a secret, the changes that the brothers brought to the sport were huge. Lorenzo Fertitta had been a Nevada State Athletic Commission official, and believed strongly in things being done the right way. Stuff that used to fly under SEG, especially in a place like Japan, weren’t going to happen under the Fertitta’s watch.

“In Japan they used a scale with a circle in the center. Like a bathroom scale,” Liddell said, still not quite believing it. “Someone had broken it, and they couldn’t get another scale in there. You could lean one way or the other and change your weight five kilos, which is about ten pounds. I figured I could stop (weight) cutting. You could just lean one way and lose 10 pounds. Now, something like that would never happen. We have commissions and certified scales. It’s more fair for the fighters.”

 

Pride Before the Fall

Chuck dispatched with Monson by unanimous decision that night, but Liddell’s Japanese experience was far from over. He was hand selected by White to lead an invasion of Pride. The idea was simple—Liddell would fight for the competitor in a light heavyweight tournament, smash all of their fighters and come back to the UFC as a conquering hero. Reality, as usual, wasn’t quite ready to allow a fairy tale to come to life. Enter Quinton “Rampage” Jackson.

Jackson knocked Liddell out in the second round of the tournament, ending White’s dream of declaring dominance. Liddell believes his team made a tactical mistake in training. Instead of his regular routine, White brought in an All-Star team including then-welterweight champion Matt Hughes to help Chuck prepare. Liddell thinks he’d have been better off at the Pit with his normal sparring partners and coach John Hackleman.

“That was a mistake,” Liddell said. “Looking back, making a big change right before such a big fight is not always such a great thing. Dana’s intentions were good, and I think he tried to do the right things, but it was too much change, too fast.”

 

Saturday’s Showdown

Despite ending on a sour note at the hands of Jackson, Liddell enjoyed his time in Japan.

“I liked it a lot actually. I’d done Japanese martial arts since I was 12, so I was really interested in the culture and going and checking things out. It was really cool.”

Ortiz, too, remembers his time in Japan fondly. He feels positive that the UFC can help reignite the fading Japanese MMA scene with a great show this weekend.

“This is an exciting UFC. Ben Henderson and Frankie Edgar for the lightweight championship of the world. “Rampage” Jackson against Ryan Bader—I think Rampage is going to crush Bader, and it’ll be an exciting fight to watch. I can’t wait for Saturday night,” Ortiz said. “I think the UFC has really worked hand in hand with all of the Japanese businesses there. So I think this is the start. They’ll be back more times in the future.”

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UFC 144: Is Dana White Making a Mistake by Ignoring MMA’s Japanese Roots?

“No, we’re not doing anything PRIDE.”UFC President Dana White, launching a verbal missile at hardcore MMA fans in Japan, and those closer to home at MMA message boards across the web. When Dana White talked his friends, the Fertittas,…

“No, we’re not doing anything PRIDE.”

UFC President Dana White, launching a verbal missile at hardcore MMA fans in Japan, and those closer to home at MMA message boards across the web.

When Dana White talked his friends, the Fertittas, into buying the Ultimate Fighting Championship back in 2000—the struggling promotion, today a behemoth worth an estimated billion dollars—it wasn’t just a fading and failing business. Worse than that. It wasn’t even the top promotion in its field.

That honor belonged to the dearly-departed, not-soon-forgotten, Pride Fighting Championship. It was a promotion only a rap star, or a Japanese teenager, could love. To borrow a phrase, everything Pride did, they did it big.

Big entrances courtesy of the incomparable Lenne Hardt and an enormous ramp leading to the ring. Big action, thanks to the very best fighters in the world and a set of rules designed to encourage action, even fining fighters up to 20 percent of their purse for the crime of being boring. And, yes, big-time controversy thanks to the promotion’s pro wrestling roots and connections to a vast criminal enterprise.

Pride was the the sport’s glittering jewel, packing stadiums with tens of thousands of fans and attracting millions more on television when the UFC was still struggling along in Indian casinos, an ultra violent relic still looking for a second chance to shine.

Pride was leaps and bounds ahead of the UFC, to the point White, who abhors co-promotion with rival promoters, sent leading fighters like Chuck Liddell and Ricco Rodriguez to battle Pride’s best. Pride, in a telling sign of power, never returned the favor by sending its fighters into the Octagon.

Slowly though, things began to change. White’s leadership, with a timely boost from programmers at Spike TV who embraced the sport with open arms, led the UFC slowly into the black.

Soon the sport was buried in piles of cash, not just from pay-per-view, but thanks to an expanding bond with young American males.

This was our sport. We didn’t have to share it with our parents. There are no burdens of history bogging it down. It’s as pure a contest as could possibly exist—and we love it.

UFC broadcasts became a surefire place for companies to meet young consumers head on. Once too controversial even for pay-per-view, the UFC finds itself on network television, promoted heavily during NFL games, the most mainstream of all American sports.

While the UFC thrived, Pride was brought down in its prime. A Japanese magazine connected the company to the yakuza and its television partners ran scared from these mafia ties. Without this influx of TV money, Pride didn’t stand a chance. Fighters began bailing for safer shores. Soon the UFC swooped in, buying its top rival in 2007.

When the UFC bought Pride, one of many purchases that helped make the promotion the world’s leading MMA league, it was more than a little symbolic. The UFC wasn’t just eliminating a competitor and acquiring some of the top fighters in the sport. It was making a statement—we are the new big dogs on the block.

The UFC won the war with Pride, but still seems to be fighting the battles a decade old. Erasing those years of competition has been hard. You can see it when UFC matchmaker Joe Silva passes a note to announcer Joe Rogan as a former Pride star is getting mauled in the UFC Octagon. The message was simple and to the point: “This ain’t Japan.”

You can see the remnants of this feud when White tries to besmirch the great Fedor Emelianenko, one of the sport’s best all-time talents, and the one leading fighter who has never fought under the UFC banner. And you will see it this weekend, when the UFC returns to Japan for the first time since 2000.

The UFC could enter the Japanese market with a full-on nostalgia show. They could have brought all the big guns of the Pride era into the cage, put on the kind of spectacle of a show that Japanese MMA fans grew to love. Instead, White is drawing a line in the sand. “We won the war,” he seems to be saying. “Japan will get our show and they’ll get it our way.”

“We’re going in there and we’re going to put on a UFC event,” White told Fuel TV’s Ariel Helwani. “…no matter where we are, there is no denying we put on one of the best live shows in all of sports. We’re going to go there, we’re going to put on the UFC show. People are like ‘Are you going to play the Pride music?’ No, we’re not doing anything Pride. Everything you (normally) see on TV, is what you’re going to see at the event in Japan. People will leave that event, and it will spread. Just like everywhere else we go.”

As usual, I think White is being incredibly savvy here. The truth is, MMA in Japan is on life support. Attempts to conquer this market are really little more than nostalgia. There’s nothing wrong with giving this market a go—but as the UFC, not as a Pride clone trying to bring the dwindling Pride fanbase to the arena.

If the UFC succeeds like gangbusters, and partnered with advertising giant Dentsu it just might, that’s great. Another market caught in the UFC’s spell. But it isn’t worth sacrificing the integrity of the sport and the product for that kind of short-term success.

When the NFL plays regular season games in England, they don’t “soccer it up” in a misguided effort to make British fans more comfortable. They present American football. It’s up to the audience to decide whether they want to embrace it. 

Like the NFL, the UFC has a very distinct product. It’s not Pride, but in many ways, that’s a good thing. The fights are often more competitive, the matchmaking more succinct. It’s a cleaner game than the Japanese version that had such success a decade ago. Perhaps the Japanese will love it. Perhaps they will pine for the days of Naoya Ogawa and Nobuhiko Takada when pro wrestlers ruled the roost.

If they do, so what? There are bigger fish to fry in China and Korea. And that’s not even mentioning the UFC’s incredibly successful Australian adventure.

The UFC can thrive in Asia without Japan. They’ve made a mint by being the UFC, not by being a Pride knockoff. If they succeed in Japan, it will be the same way. By their rules, presenting the sport as they envision it. As it should be.

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UFC 144: The 10 Best Japanese Fighters in MMA History

Before most of the world’s greatest fighters called the UFC home, there was Pride—a Japanese promotion that mixed the best of pro wrestling glitz with some of the most brutal fighting the world had ever seen.And before both Pride and the UFC, the…

Before most of the world’s greatest fighters called the UFC home, there was Pride—a Japanese promotion that mixed the best of pro wrestling glitz with some of the most brutal fighting the world had ever seen.

And before both Pride and the UFC, there were Shooto and Pancrase—early fighting leagues that sprang from the innovative minds of professional wrestlers who wanted to see what wrestling would be like if the bouts weren’t predetermined.

There have been dozens of valiant and courageous fighters from Japan over the years, but despite the sport’s success there, just a handful of truly world class warriors emerged. For your consideration, I present the 10 best Japanese fighters to ever grace the cage or ring with their presence.

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UFC on Fuel 1: Diego Sanchez and Jake Ellenberger Remind Us Why We Love MMA

Diego Sanchez came to the cage with a crucifix, holding it out from his body, keeping it at a safe distance. He looked upon the body of his fallen savior with an expression that could be read many ways. Was he angry? Inspired? Inspired by his own glori…

Diego Sanchez came to the cage with a crucifix, holding it out from his body, keeping it at a safe distance. He looked upon the body of his fallen savior with an expression that could be read many ways. Was he angry? Inspired? Inspired by his own glorious anger?

He spoke to this cross the whole way too. Whether it was a curse or a prayer, no one can really say. We’ve seen religious iconography in mixed martial arts before.

Who could possibly forget Kimo Leopaldo making the long walk to the Octagon with a giant wooden cross on his back? But Diego Sanchez rose to the occasion with a record level of lunacy.

If Kimo Leopaldo was a believer, Diego Sanchez was a zealot. The difference, you see, is in the eyes. Diego’s burned with the power of truth.

He paced back and forth before his fight with Jake Ellenberger was officially under way. Some fighters might picture themselves as the matador, full of art, science, and angles, looking to create a beautiful fight.

Anderson Silva comes to mind here, all mastery, elegant in his brutality. Diego Sanchez is different. When Diego paces back and forth, when his face contorts into an outrageous frown, when his mean mug goes past angry and into self parody, he clearly doesn’t see himself as the matador. Diego Sanchez is the bull.

Against Jake Ellenberger, the bull was chopped to pieces. For two rounds, Sanchez would charge and Ellenberger would counter. It was an amazing display of fighting from Ellenberger. He was ready for the bull, and met him head on with counter punches, takedowns, and a veteran’s savvy. And then the bull found his target.

When you are the matador, you need to be perfect. There is no room for error. Because the bull thrives on blood, whether it’s his or yours is seemingly an insignificant detail. When Sanchez found his opening in the third round, he made the most of it. Punch after glorious punch rained down. On another day, the official might have stopped the fight. This was not that day.

“I went for the stoppage. I should have gone for the choke out,” Sanchez said on Fuel TV’s Post Fight special. “I had him flattened out and usually with that pace of punches, the ref will stop the fight, but he was showing enough life so the ref wouldn’t stop it.”

When the decision was rendered, the matador had his hand raised. But no one was fooled. The bull had found his target. In a less civilized world, there is no doubt who would have left a darkened alley, had the fight taken place there instead of the octagon.

But we live in that more urbane and sophisticated world. We fight for sport, not for life. And the matador was just brilliant enough to win. Who, though, doesn’t feel a sense of pride in the bull. Poked and prodded, near to death, he continued to charge. With the deck stacked against him, he almost triumphed.

It’s a compelling story, one that has been told many times in the cage, and one I will never tire of hearing. Diego Sanchez versus Jake Ellenberger. Heart versus mind. Science versus savagery. Man versus beast. Give me more. This is why we watch.

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Driving All Night for a Fight: Life for MMA Fighters Under the NY State Ban

It’s about 3 p.m. on Friday, Feb. 10, in the Shipyard Lounge of The Colisee, in Lewiston, Maine. The room is full of gaunt, hard-looking young men— professional mixed martial arts fighters and their training partners and coaches, here for th…

It’s about 3 p.m. on Friday, Feb. 10, in the Shipyard Lounge of The Colisee, in Lewiston, Maine. The room is full of gaunt, hard-looking young men— professional mixed martial arts fighters and their training partners and coaches, here for the weigh-ins for tomorrow night’s New England Fight Night I card. Waiting to re-hydrate after drying themselves out to make weight. 

Team Bombsquad from Ithaca, New York, shows up right on time. Back in Ithaca, I work out at their home gym, Ultimate Athletics. On a typical day they are probably the most energetic group of people I see, bouncing around on the mat or joking along the sides as they get ready for another grueling practice.

But this afternoon they look like, well, pretty much what you would expect people to look like after they’ve driven seven hours over night and then spent the day sweating off large amounts of weight.

“That drive was horrible,” says Bombsquad Muy Thai instructor Primo Bellarosa. “We left last night at 11:30, drove straight, crashed in the parking lot outside the gym for an hour, waiting for it to open and we’ve been cutting weight ever since.”

“That was a pretty tough cut,” flyweight Evan Velez tells me. I ask him if the long drive made it harder. He shrugs, “I don’t want to put it on that. I came in a little heavy at the start of camp.” As with most fighters it’s a cultivated habit of thought for him to frame a situation in a manner that puts as much responsibility as possible on himself.

Still, he concedes, “The drive doesn’t help. It would be nice to do it from home.”

But for a professional mixed martial artist who lives in the state of New York, fighting near home is an unavailable option. The sport remains banned in the Empire State, as the most recent attempt to legalize it died in the Assembly Ways and Means Committee last June.

I remember reading a Facebook update at the time from Bombsquad head trainer Ryan Ciotoli, regretting the fact that he would face another year of driving. If riding long distances and cutting weight is a regular ordeal for New York state MMA fighters like the Bombsquad, shepherding them through it is Ciotoli’s routine grind.

When I ask him how many weekends a year he travels out of state with his fighters he estimates 30-35. “But this is four in a row right now.”

Road trips and hotel rooms are not unfamiliar to any professional athletes and long drives are par for the course at the minor league level in any sport. But the New York state ban is unquestionably an extra burden for guys like Ciotoli.

“Not counting the big shows, where you fly wherever they want you, how many weekends a year would you be traveling like this to get guys fights if it was legal back home?” I ask Ciotoli.

“We’d never travel,” he says.

I know he’s not exaggerating. There are at least a half dozen venues that could host good, high level professional cards within about a two hour drive of Ithaca. And there is no lack of popular interest, to judge from the enrollment in classes like the ones offered at Ciotoli’s Ultimate Athletics and the crowds packing into the local Buffalo Wild Wings for UFC pay-per-view cards.  

The UFC has commissioned its own studies on this, estimating that legalized MMA in New York would benefit the state to the tune of $23 million a year, with $16 million coming from the UFC and the rest from an estimated 70 non-UFC shows. 

I covered the Miguel Cotto-Antonio Margarito fight from Madison Square Garden last December, when 23,000 fans packed the place. The bartender I talked to in the Irish Times Pub, located across the street from the Garden, told me they were having a pretty nice weekend. A Frankie Edgar or Jon Jones headlined show with a bunch of New York city and New York state fighters featured on the under card would do similar gate.  

Lewiston is the second largest city in Maine, but that doesn’t mean it’s very big. The population was less that 42,000 in the 2010 census. It’s a mill town where almost all the mills are gone. 

And it’s a fight town. Well, with a primarily French-Canadian population, it is a hockey town most of all. But it’s a fight town, too.

In 1965, Lewiston was the site for the notorious Ali-Liston rematch, when Ali’s “phantom punch” stopped Liston in the first round. The greatest sport’s hero to ever come out of Lewiston is former world jr. lightweight and lightweight boxing champion Joey Gamache.

And on Saturday night, February 11, 2012, a large local crowd is packed into the Colisee, wildly cheering on a steady stream of local amateur and pro fighters. It’s a big event for a community this size. When I stopped at Gritty McDuff’s brew pub at lunchtime, across the Androscoggin River in Aubrun, people I talked to knew about the show and were excited that it was happening in the community.  

Lewiston is not much different than a lot of cities in New York’s Southern Tier: Utica, Binghamton or Elmira. Last month I covered a pro boxing card at Turning Stone Casino, in Verona, New York, where fighters from nearby towns like Canastota and Utica fought for enthusiastic hometown crowds, excited to get on board early with a prospect.

Local fighters sell tickets, which means MMA in New York state is a big deal just waiting to happen.

All together, Team Bombsquad has seven fighters on the Lewiston card, ranging from promising amateurs like Dez Green to experienced WEC and Strike Force veterans like Anthony Leone. Ciotoli and Bellarosa train a lot of fighters and it’s a Bombsquad tradition to represent heavy at regional shows.  

Still in his early 30’s, Ciotoli is a longtime veteran of the Northeastern MMA scene. He started fighting in 2000, following a stand-out wrestling career at Ithaca College. “The Barn” located behind his old house in McGraw, NY, was a legendary institution in central New York mixed martial arts crowds, a bare-bones proving ground for regional champions and UFC, Strike Force and Bellator veterans.

Check out the linked Youtube videos by Mac’s MMA for an interesting documentary look at the Bombsquad camp. 

Ciotoli was UFC light heavyweight champion Jon Jones’ first trainer, but like most fight trainers, the biggest part of his job is keeping his prospect fighters active and ready to step up in competition. Sometimes this means a lot of running around to get everybody’s paperwork in line, a task made especially arduous when he tries to stack a card with fighters, to get his guys work.

“Getting physicals done is a real glamour part of the sport,” he deadpans when I am talking to him during the weigh-ins, informing me that it took him parts of three days to get all his fighters completely cleared.

Simply preparing a large number of fighters on fight night is a big task. After the card, Ciotoli tells me it took him and Bellarosa two-and-a-half hours just to wrap everybody’s hands.

Once the card is underway, Ciotoli and Bellarosa are back and forth to the cage all night, cornering fighters in nearly every other fight. Fighting as an amateur, former University of Buffalo wrestler Dez Green starts the night off on a positive note for the Bombsquad, winning by second round TKO due to ground-and-pound.

Bombsquad amateur Shane Manley continues the strong showing for New York state wrestlers, winning his match by unanimous decision. The Bombsquad ends the amateur portion of the card with a 2-1 record.

The Ithacans continue their roll-in during the pro fights. Flyweight prospect Evan Velez and featherweight Bellator Fighting Championship veteran Brian Kelleher both win their matches by rear naked choke.

In the co-main event, WEC and Strike Force bantamweight veteran Anthony Leone overcomes a first round broken nose to beat fellow WEC veteran and BJJ black belt Paul Gorman by arm bar submission. 

The night ends with an impressive 5-2 record for the Bombsquad. The mood outside the locker room after the card is upbeat, the celebratory atmosphere muted somewhat by the awareness of the long ride home still waiting to be made. 

There is optimism that 2012 will finally be the year the ban gets lifted. Ciotoli, who has been watching the process from the start, is confident. In 2011, the legalization bill passed the New York Senate and two of three required Assembly Committees. The only thing that seems to have prevented its passage this time was the long, convoluted New York state legislative process.

Fans and fighters alike, across the Empire State, are hoping that process can be negotiated once and for all in 2012. In the meantime, the athletes and their trainers will continue to do what they need to do to advance in this tough and competitive sport.  

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MMA’s 8 Most Disappointing Drug Test Failures

For years, mixed martial arts was the wild west. With no sanctioning or legitimate government body of any kind, it was a free for all, at least chemically speaking.Steroid use among some of the sport’s muscle-bound elite was assumed—likely for go…

For years, mixed martial arts was the wild west. With no sanctioning or legitimate government body of any kind, it was a free for all, at least chemically speaking.

Steroid use among some of the sport’s muscle-bound elite was assumed—likely for good reason. Those athletes had to clean up their acts when state regulators took over in places like Nevada and New Jersey.

Today, almost every athletic commission tests for a variety of drugs. In places where there is no commission, the UFC conducts their own internal testing. Fighters know the tests are coming—but some still risk months on the sidelines and thousands out of their purses to try to get an edge.

What follows isn’t a list of all the drug test failures in MMA history. That slideshow would break even a web behemoth like Bleacher Report. For your consideration, instead of a comprehensive list, I present eight of the most disappointing drug test failures in MMA history.

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