(Sort of) Update: Falcao & Mena Kicked Off Fight Team for Role in Gas Station Brawl, Mena Still Hospitalized


(Rest assured, this woman felt mighty foolish when she realized that Falcao was just trying to swat a deadly scorpion off her shoulder.) 

On Monday, we showed you video example #3401 of rule #1 in Brazil: Always show the proper hespect. Whether it’s to a fellow opponent, an elder, or some chick(a) at a gas station who just shot you down, dishespect is something that will simply not be tolerated and will usually end with a 2×4 being placed upside your head. It applied to Tommy Boy, and therefore it applies to the streets of Brazil.

Unfortunately, former Bellator middleweight title challenger Maiquel Falcao was never taught the aforementioned rule by the pack of feral dogs that raised him from ages 6-17 on account of them not speaking English and all, resulting in the horrific beatdowns that both he (deservedly) and fellow fighter Kaue Mena (not so much) received in their wild gas station brawl over the weekend.

Fortunately for Mena, he appears to be slowly improving after undergoing surgery yesterday, but remains in a coma. Falcao’s wife took to Facebook to detail the situation, stating, “Great news. Our brother Kaue has shown improvements. We are following his recovery. Glory be to God. We will continue praying in earnest.” The bad news, however, is that both Falcao and Mena have been subsequently kicked off Renovacao Fight Team, where the former has trained for the better part of two years. Fight team leader Marcelo Brigadeiro released an official statement via Portal do Vale Tudo yesterday, the entirety of which is after the jump.


(Rest assured, this woman felt mighty foolish when she realized that Falcao was just trying to swat a deadly scorpion off her shoulder.) 

On Monday, we showed you video example #3401 of rule #1 in Brazil: Always show the proper hespect. Whether it’s to a fellow opponent, an elder, or some chick(a) at a gas station who just shot you down, dishespect is something that will simply not be tolerated and will usually end with a 2×4 being placed upside your head. It applied to Tommy Boy, and therefore it applies to the streets of Brazil.

Unfortunately, former Bellator middleweight title challenger Maiquel Falcao was never taught the aforementioned rule by the pack of feral dogs that raised him from ages 6-17 on account of them not speaking English and all, resulting in the horrific beatdowns that both he (deservedly) and fellow fighter Kaue Mena (not so much) received in their wild gas station brawl over the weekend.

Fortunately for Mena, he appears to be slowly improving after undergoing surgery yesterday, but remains in a coma. Falcao’s wife took to Facebook to detail the situation, stating, “Great news. Our brother Kaue has shown improvements. We are following his recovery. Glory be to God. We will continue praying in earnest.” The bad news, however, is that both Falcao and Mena have been subsequently kicked off Renovacao Fight Team, where the former has trained for the better part of two years. Fight team leader Marcelo Brigadeiro released an official statement via Portal do Vale Tudo yesterday, the entirety of which is after the jump.

I, Marcelo Brigadeiro, in my role as leader of team Company Fight/RFT through this letter voice my official stance regarding the regrettable fight episode involving the athletes Maiquel Falcao and Kaue Mena.

Initially I’d like to make it clear that as far as my interpretation of the facts, I don’t believe any of the involved are innocent, all were wrong, in greater or lesser proportions. The actions of Maiquel Falcao which triggered all that occurred, despite it not being an aggression as many have characterized it, was disrespectful and not compatible with the behavior of an athlete. The reaction of the aggressors was in turn exaggerated, cowardly and criminal. Kaue Mena himself, who remains in a coma in the ICU at Hospital do Coracao (Coração) in Balneario Camboriu (Balneário Camboriú), also carries with him part of the guilt of what occurred; as a professional MMA athlete, he should not be on the streets at the hour of the event.

I also make it clear that the attitude of these two athletes does not reflect on the behavior of our entire team. We are known as one of the most successful teams in the world and also as a true family of athletes, good men of character, of exemplary behavior, as should be expected from true practitioners of martial arts. The attitudes of Maiquel Falcao and Kaue Mena do not meet what is taught by myself and practiced by my students, nor is it what’s expected by our sponsors and commercial partners.

I know that as professionals and practitioners of martial arts we should not and cannot be associated with night life, fights, altercations and the consumption of alcohol. We have the obligation to serve as an example to society and above all to children who see us as heroes.

Whoever knows me knows the immense love that I feel for my work and for my students, whom I treat as sons, including Maiquel Falcao and Kaue Mena.  However, as master or ‘father’, as they call me, I must not and cannot close my eyes to the flaws of my ‘boys’. Due to the aforementioned, it is with a broken heart and great sadness that I officially announce that Maiquel Falcao and Kaue Mena no longer are a part of team Company Fight/RFT. ?

Lastly, I hope that this tragedy serves as a lesson to all of us. May we be aware how much a simple and unfortunate action can affect our lives in negative and permanent ways. May those who are starting in this profession understand that choosing to be an athlete is not the selection of a job, but that of a philosophy of life that requires self-sacrifice, discipline and obedience. 

Heartfelt, honest and hespectful. This is a man who has clearly learned rule #1 of Brazil.

Bellator has yet to comment on the situation and is expected to make a statement later today. We will be sure to update you when/if they do.

J. Jones

‘Fight for ALF” Update: Radioactive Crap and Lung Fluid


(Not the ALF in question, but still…feel better, ALF.)

Through her narcotic haze, our friend Laura “angrylittlefeet” Nicholson has foggily typed out some words to update the Potato Nation on her ongoing battle against Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and all the unpleasant bullshit that goes along with it. Read it below, and if you haven’t already, PLEASE donate a few bucks to our “Fight for ALF” campaign on Indiegogo. All proceeds will be given directly to Laura to help out with her medical costs. We’re currently sitting at $2,381 raised. Can we hit $2,500 by the end of the day?

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Hi again Taters.

Alf here with an update on the fun ride that the past week or so has been.

First off, the PET scan was no big deal after all. They just shoot me up with some radioactive crap and then stick me in a dark room for about an hour while this works its way thru my system. From there it’s into a big ole scanner that makes some noise & moves around but is really pretty comfy. Again they say don’t move. So…sounds like two medically prescribed naps to me. I can handle this. Pretty much same deal with the CAT scan. Just waiting around for the radioactive stuff to work it’s way thru. Sadly, so far no Ninja Turtle skills have been acquired.

On to the bad news. Scans showed a lot of fluid built up around my lungs and heart. So off to the ER for that to be dealt with. They of course admitted me immediately. This was last Monday. They drained my lungs that night and I felt a whole lot better. But of course that shit just built right back up. Then they put a chest tube in to drain. What fun. Next day the tube came out and the villagers rejoiced. Not for long though. At this point they shipped me off to a second hospital to have the fluid around my heart taken care of. Now in this modern day of technology you’d think they’d have some way to use a small tube thru your arm pit or something. Oh no sir! Five 1/2 hour wait and then they bring out a needle which they proceed to jam into my chest. They don’t put you to sleep for this either, by the way.


(Not the ALF in question, but still…feel better, ALF.)

Through her narcotic haze, our friend Laura “angrylittlefeet” Nicholson has foggily typed out some words to update the Potato Nation on her ongoing battle against Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and all the unpleasant bullshit that goes along with it. Read it below, and if you haven’t already, PLEASE donate a few bucks to our “Fight for ALF” campaign on Indiegogo. All proceeds will be given directly to Laura to help out with her medical costs. We’re currently sitting at $2,381 raised. Can we hit $2,500 by the end of the day?

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Hi again Taters.

Alf here with an update on the fun ride that the past week or so has been.

First off, the PET scan was no big deal after all. They just shoot me up with some radioactive crap and then stick me in a dark room for about an hour while this works its way thru my system. From there it’s into a big ole scanner that makes some noise & moves around but is really pretty comfy. Again they say don’t move. So…sounds like two medically prescribed naps to me. I can handle this. Pretty much same deal with the CAT scan. Just waiting around for the radioactive stuff to work it’s way thru. Sadly, so far no Ninja Turtle skills have been acquired.

On to the bad news. Scans showed a lot of fluid built up around my lungs and heart. So off to the ER for that to be dealt with. They of course admitted me immediately. This was last Monday. They drained my lungs that night and I felt a whole lot better. But of course that shit just built right back up. Then they put a chest tube in to drain. What fun. Next day the tube came out and the villagers rejoiced. Not for long though. At this point they shipped me off to a second hospital to have the fluid around my heart taken care of. Now in this modern day of technology you’d think they’d have some way to use a small tube thru your arm pit or something. Oh no sir! Five 1/2 hour wait and then they bring out a needle which they proceed to jam into my chest. They don’t put you to sleep for this either, by the way.

Back to the original hospital we go. Fluid is under control so now it’s time for my first chemo. Not a hell of a lot of fun I must say.

Next morning they come back and take a chest X-ray and lo and behold the fluid is back around that damn lung again. Off to this third hospital where finally a major operation on the lung was done. Hurts like a bastard to move. Hopefully this does the trick though!
And that’s where I’m at now. Still in hospital healing from that surgery. Thank God for the pain meds! I have to try to sleep kinda sitting up too, and therefore my ass is always asleep.

Oh, did I forget to mention the bone marrow biopsy? It’s probably because I’m trying to repress the memory. Trust me… no joy to be had there.

That’s the short of it my fellow Taters. I’m down but by no means out!

Take care, all of ya!
Alf