As Karmaatemycat will surely tell you, the fluid-draining process is one of the more disgusting aspects of being a mixed martial artist — right up there with fighting Dan Severn in the late aughts. It appears that Cat was similarly horrified when forced to watch the equivalent of a dozen Five Hour Energy drinks being drained from her knee first hand. Honestly, I just hope this gross MMA video trend doesn’t take an even grosser turn into the world of anal colonic interview videos a la Tom Lawlor, or I am out this bitch.
To cleanse your palate of all this surgery-related grossness, we’ve thrown the now-classic video of Zingano during sexier, stretchier times after the jump.
As Karmaatemycat will surely tell you, the fluid-draining process is one of the more disgusting aspects of being a mixed martial artist — right up there with fighting Dan Severn in the late aughts. It appears that Cat was similarly horrified when forced to watch the equivalent of a dozen Five Hour Energy drinks being drained from her knee first hand. Honestly, I just hope this gross MMA video trend doesn’t take an even grosser turn into the world of anal colonic interview videos a la Tom Lawlor, or I am out this bitch.
To cleanse your palate of all this surgery-related grossness, we’ve thrown the now-classic video of Zingano during sexier, stretchier times after the jump.
But we had no idea exactly what shape Hunt was in until we saw this video, in which Hunt peels back some dressing/tarp-thingy to reveal a giant freaking hole in his leg. Randleman vs. Staph comes to mind. If there was ever any doubt about Hunto’s toughness, just listen to the nonchalant way he discusses how it looks like a bullet hole, and it’s a lot cleaner than it was before. Blugh. That’ll do, Mark.
But we had no idea exactly what shape Hunt was in until we saw this video, in which Hunt peels back some dressing/tarp-thingy to reveal a giant freaking hole in his leg. Randleman vs. Staph comes to mind. If there was ever any doubt about Hunto’s toughness, just listen to the nonchalant way he discusses how it looks like a bullet hole, and it’s a lot cleaner than it was before. Blugh. That’ll do, Mark.
But we had no idea exactly what shape Hunt was in until we saw this video, in which Hunt peels back some dressing/tarp-thingy to reveal a giant freaking hole in his leg. Randleman vs. Staph comes to mind. If there was ever any doubt about Hunto’s toughness, just listen to the nonchalant way he discusses how it looks like a bullet hole, and it’s a lot cleaner than it was before. Blugh. That’ll do, Mark.
But we had no idea exactly what shape Hunt was in until we saw this video, in which Hunt peels back some dressing/tarp-thingy to reveal a giant freaking hole in his leg. Randleman vs. Staph comes to mind. If there was ever any doubt about Hunto’s toughness, just listen to the nonchalant way he discusses how it looks like a bullet hole, and it’s a lot cleaner than it was before. Blugh. That’ll do, Mark.
When I was growing up, I was one fearless son of a bitch. This ignorance of one’s mortality that is present in most adolescent boys, combined with a rubbery yet somehow fragile bone structure, led to horrifying injury after horrifying injury. When I was ten, my older brother shattered my collarbone reenacting The People’s Elbow that he had just seen on TV, an injury that has limited my ability to enjoy any Dwayne Johnson vehicle to this day. Two years before that, while reenacting the ending of King Kong vs. Godzilla, my skull was split open by a rock that my younger brother threw just a little too low. Add in more than a half dozen soccer-related broken toes, a dislocated knee and shoulder, and torn hamstring/broken ankle combination that made me yelp like a little bitch with every single step I took in the weeks afterward, and you have a shortened but accurate profile of the kind of damage my body has been through in the short 23 years I have been on this earth.
I’ve seen some injuries is what I’m saying.
But clearly, the various afflictions I have suffered pale in comparison to the twenty or so fighters who were scheduled to compete this summer, only to be struck down by an injury curse the likes of which this sport has yet to see. One of the men who actually managed to compete this summer was former Strikeforce middleweight champion Cung Le, whose nose alone has seen rougher times than most multiple war veterans. After picking up his first UFC win over Patrick Cote at UFC 148, Le apparently injured his foot during some training-related exercise, and decided to videotape himself undergoing an ancient Chinese process (no, not Calgon) in order to help mend his wounded foot.
When I was growing up, I was one fearless son of a bitch. This ignorance of one’s mortality that is present in most adolescent boys, combined with a rubbery yet somehow fragile bone structure, led to horrifying injury after horrifying injury. When I was ten, my older brother shattered my collarbone reenacting The People’s Elbow that he had just seen on TV, an injury that has limited my ability to enjoy any Dwayne Johnson vehicle to this day. Two years before that, while reenacting the ending of King Kong vs. Godzilla, my skull was split open by a rock that my younger brother threw just a little too low. Add in more than a half dozen soccer-related broken toes, a dislocated knee and shoulder, and torn hamstring/broken ankle combination that made me yelp like a little bitch with every single step I took in the weeks afterward, and you have a shortened but accurate profile of the kind of damage my body has been through in the short 23 years I have been on this earth.
I’ve seen some injuries is what I’m saying.
But clearly, the various afflictions I have suffered pale in comparison to the twenty or so fighters who were scheduled to compete this summer, only to be struck down by an injury curse the likes of which this sport has yet to see. One of the men who actually managed to compete this summer was former Strikeforce middleweight champion Cung Le, whose nose alone has seen rougher times than most multiple war veterans. After picking up his first UFC win over Patrick Cote at UFC 148, Le apparently injured his foot during some training-related exercise, and decided to videotape himself undergoing an ancient Chinese process (no, not Calgon) in order to help mend his wounded foot.
You saw that correctly, apparently bloodletting is still a solid go-to treatment in countries no longer affected by The Plague. I mean, The Plague! Please!
When our favorite UFC commentator (and stand-up comedian/actor/television show host) Joe Rogan came back with a re-launch of his long-running NBC extreme game show Fear Factor, critics wondered what the point was. We should have known better than to doubt Joe and the Factor producers because they had a sure-fire ratings ace up their sleeves — pairs of pretty twin girls in bikinis gulping down gallons and gallons of donkey jizz and piss.
Unfortunately the suits at NBC decided not to air the episode in America and shortly after, Fear Factor was cancelled. Coincidence? We think not. The pornographic segment* has finally seen the light of day, on Danish Television. We’ll go ahead and assume that Martin Kampmann may have already watched and enjoyed the clip.
When our favorite UFC commentator (and stand-up comedian/actor/television show host) Joe Rogan came back with a re-launch of his long-running NBC extreme game show Fear Factor, critics wondered what the point was. We should have known better than to doubt Joe and the Factor producers because they had a sure-fire ratings ace up their sleeves — pairs of pretty twin girls in bikinis gulping down gallons and gallons of donkey jizz and piss.
Unfortunately the suits at NBC decided not to air the episode in America and shortly after, Fear Factor was cancelled. Coincidence? We think not. The pornographic segment* has finally seen the light of day, on Danish Television. We’ll go ahead and assume that Martin Kampmann may have already watched and enjoyed the clip.
I’ve read some other posts in the blogosphere where pious writers warn readers not to watch the video because it is disgusting. Forget that nonsense. I had to watch it twice for you knuckleheads so the least you can do is vomit along with me (and the bikini-clad chicks after they’ve licked their mugs clean). Pay special attention to Rogan’s hilarious exhortations. (“You are a beast!” “Give me a big, deep breath. Open up wide!” “Yes. Yes! One more gulp!” “Go for it, Claire! Oh yeah! You’ve got this! She’s fine.”) The guy can’t do anything without full-throttle enthusiasm.
* If you don’t think women drinking cups of semen and urine in front of cameras is pornographic, you’ve just never seen the good stuff. In which case we’d like to invite you to one of our daily CagePotato staff meetings. Our leader Ben Goldstein has interesting taste in motivational videos, is all I’ll say.
Well, there’s one way to deal with cauliflower ear. Today’s video comes to us courtesy of Fight Lab 20: MMA Cage Fights @ Coyote Joe’s in Charlotte, North Carolina. Making his professional debut, Kenneth Crowder took on 1-1 Shane Tyner in a bantamweight contest that provided more than its fair share of highlights, but we’re going to focus on one in particular. After completing a takedown midway through the second round, Crowder unleashed an elbow that shall forever be known as “The Nastiest Elbow Ever Thrown By Anyone Ever.” Trust us on this one.
Well, there’s one way to deal with cauliflower ear. Today’s video comes to us courtesy of Fight Lab 20: MMA Cage Fights @ Coyote Joe’s in Charlotte, North Carolina. Making his professional debut, Kenneth Crowder took on 1-1 Shane Tyner in a bantamweight contest that provided more than its fair share of highlights, but we’re going to focus on one in particular. After completing a takedown midway through the second round, Crowder unleashed an elbow that shall forever be known as “The Nastiest Elbow Ever Thrown By Anyone Ever.” Trust us on this one.
With the surgical accuracy of a laser in a James Bond movie, Crowder’s elbow sent a piece of Tyner’s ear flying across the ring like an ejected mouthpiece. And as it turns out, this would only be the beginning of this poor bastard’s suffering. Yes, despite having half of his ear sliced clean off, Tyner would go on to lose the fight BY UNANIMOUS DECISION. No word yet on whether or not the referee for this match was John Kramer, but let’s just assume it was for the time being. We have a feeling the money Tyner walked away with for his fearless efforts will not be enough to cover the hospital bill that inevitably followed, so everyone raise a glass and order a bucket of baby clams for lunch in this man’s honor. It’s the least we can do.
