David Loiseau is what you’d call a “Jekyll and Hyde” fighter. In his last four UFC appearances dating back to 2006, “The Crow” hasn’t exactly looked like the guy who once made Charles McCarthy shit out his own intestines, to put it revoltingly. You could even go as far as to say that he’s looked like “a canned dog shit sundae.” Yet when Loiseau’s paired against some young gun on the local circuit, like he was against Mike Kent at ECC 18 – Road to Glory last weekend, he manages to not only come away with a vicious KO victory, but technically three KO victories, in under fifteen seconds.
You can check out the above video to see what we mean, but on the off chance you live in one of those strange countries where Youtube videos aren’t easily accessible, allow me to break down the fight in the style of Bas Rutten:
“OK, here we go. David Loiseau is good with the kicks so let’s see what he’s gonna do ‘ere. Right straight and BONG! De left hook catches Kent right on his whoopsie-daisy! He’s down…David following up with some ground and pound and BING! BANG! DANGADADANG!! It’s over.
Personally, I would have let Kent back up and broke his liver to teach him a lesson but that’s just me. ZABADA-DABADA Brian Urlacher’s a pussy.”
With the win, Loiseau notched his fourth straight victory since being ousted from the UFC during his third tour of duty in 2010. Anyone see him making a fourth run at the big time?
David Loiseau is what you’d call a “Jekyll and Hyde” fighter. In his last four UFC appearances dating back to 2006, “The Crow” hasn’t exactly looked like the guy who once made Charles McCarthy shit out his own intestines, to put it revoltingly. You could even go as far as to say that he’s looked like “a canned dog shit sundae.” Yet when Loiseau’s paired against some young gun on the local circuit, like he was against Mike Kent at ECC 18 – Road to Glory last weekend, he manages to not only come away with a vicious KO victory, but technically three KO victories, in under fifteen seconds.
You can check out the above video to see what we mean, but on the off chance you live in one of those strange countries where Youtube videos aren’t easily accessible, allow me to break down the fight in the style of Bas Rutten:
“OK, here we go. David Loiseau is good with the kicks so let’s see what he’s gonna do ‘ere. Right straight and BONG! De left hook catches Kent right on his whoopsie-daisy! He’s down…David following up with some ground and pound and BING! BANG! DANGADADANG!! It’s over.
Personally, I would have let Kent back up and broke his liver to teach him a lesson but that’s just me. ZABADA-DABADA Brian Urlacher’s a pussy.”
With the win, Loiseau notched his fourth straight victory since being ousted from the UFC during his third tour of duty in 2010. Anyone see him making a fourth run at the big time?
(Scroll ahead to the 4-minute mark for the action. Props to MiddleEasy for the find.)
Back in 2008, double knockouts were all the rage in the MMA world, the way sucker punch knockouts are blowing up on the hipster-music-and-film-festival scene nowadays. And like those skinny jean-wearing, liberal-arts majoring leaders of tomorrow, it appears that MMA fighters enjoy bringing back “retro” trends years before they can be declared “retro” as well.
Just last week, we were treated to a beautifully timed double knockout at Galaxy Fight Night IV, and over the weekend, the trend continued when Jay Jackson and Owen Martin collided at Steel City MMA. Interestingly enough, the craziest thing about this double KO was the fact that both men didn’t crash to the canvas at the same time despite landing simultaneous punches. Instead, Martin drops like a sack of potatoes while Jackson opts to stanky leg for a few seconds before falling face first into Martin in an attempt to finish him off.
The ref quickly pulls Jackson off and eventually awards him the TKO victory (by virtue of him staying on his feet longer, we guess), but not before Jackson stumbles around the ring like a college freshman at his first kegger and faceplants a final time.
Although we usually prefer to save our matchmaking abilities for the upper-level cards, if we had to pick an opponent to match Jackson up with next, we’d go with the guy who got choked out in the first round before scoring a TKO in the second. Weight classes be damned; this fight will come as close to a scene out of The Walking Dead as we will ever get in MMA, and I am willing to risk as many lives as necessary to see that scenario play out.
(Scroll ahead to the 4-minute mark for the action. Props to MiddleEasy for the find.)
Back in 2008, double knockouts were all the rage in the MMA world, the way sucker punch knockouts are blowing up on the hipster-music-and-film-festival scene nowadays. And like those skinny jean-wearing, liberal-arts majoring leaders of tomorrow, it appears that MMA fighters enjoy bringing back “retro” trends years before they can be declared “retro” as well.
Just last week, we were treated to a beautifully timed double knockout at Galaxy Fight Night IV, and over the weekend, the trend continued when Jay Jackson and Owen Martin collided at Steel City MMA. Interestingly enough, the craziest thing about this double KO was the fact that both men didn’t crash to the canvas at the same time despite landing simultaneous punches. Instead, Martin drops like a sack of potatoes while Jackson opts to stanky leg for a few seconds before falling face first into Martin in an attempt to finish him off.
The ref quickly pulls Jackson off and eventually awards him the TKO victory (by virtue of him staying on his feet longer, we guess), but not before Jackson stumbles around the ring like a college freshman at his first kegger and faceplants a final time.
Although we usually prefer to save our matchmaking abilities for the upper-level cards, if we had to pick an opponent to match Jackson up with next, we’d go with the guy who got choked out in the first round before scoring a TKO in the second. Weight classes be damned; this fight will come as close to a scene out of The Walking Dead as we will ever get in MMA, and I am willing to risk as many lives as necessary to see that scenario play out.
(Palelei vs. McCorkle, as reenacted by The Incredible Hulk and the mythical God Loki, respectively. The actual video is after the jump, but this is basically what happened.)
When we last checked in on Sean “Big Sexy” McCorkle, he had just lost a cardio battle to an amorphous blob and vowed to retire from the sport if he ever gave such a pathetic showing again. Unfortunately for Sean, his next scheduled fight was against Soa “The Hulk” Palelei — a fellow UFC veteran who was far more dangerous than the tomato cans McCorkle has padded his record with over the years — at AFC 4 last weekend. Fortunately for Sean, his piss poor cardio had absolutely nothing to do with his downfall this time out, so at least he won’t have to go back on his word. It’s a small victory, sure, but one that most of us would probably cherish if we flew all the way to Australia to land roughly zero punches and get smashed through the canvas by Palelei’s megaton fists of fury like McCorkle did.
Video after the jump.
(Palelei vs. McCorkle, as reenacted by The Incredible Hulk and the mythical God Loki, respectively. The actual video is after the jump, but this is basically what happened.)
When we last checked in on Sean “Big Sexy” McCorkle, he had just lost a cardio battle to an amorphous blob and vowed to retire from the sport if he ever gave such a pathetic showing again. Unfortunately for Sean, his next scheduled fight was against Soa “The Hulk” Palelei — a fellow UFC veteran who was far more dangerous than the tomato cans McCorkle has padded his record with over the years — at AFC 4 last weekend. Fortunately for Sean, his piss poor cardio had absolutely nothing to do with his downfall this time out, so at least he won’t have to go back on his word. It’s a small victory, sure, but one that most of us would probably cherish if we flew all the way to Australia to land roughly zero punches and get smashed through the canvas by Palelei’s megaton fists of fury like McCorkle did.
In the past two years, Palelei has scored eight straight victories via TKO, with only one of those victories making it out of the first two minutes. Granted, he hasn’t exactly been fighting any world-beaters, but still, his penchant for obliterating dudes in a hurry is pretty gosh darn impressive. Unfortunately, there are no heavyweights competing at next weekend’s UFC on FX: Sotiropolous vs. Pearson card in Queensland, Australia, so unless Palelei can get himself down to 205 in time to replace one of the LHW’s that will inevitably suffer some sort of last second, debilitating freak accident, it looks like it will still be awhile before we see Soa in the UFC. Personally, I’d say he’s earned another shot, so let’s hope it won’t be too long.
And in case you’re wondering, one of the announcers definitely said “It’s time to shut up and BRO down” at the 35 second mark. Say what you want about Mike Goldberg’s many, many shortcomings as a commentator, but I don’t think he’d ever purposely drop a line as garbage-ass as that one on us. Please don’t prove me wrong on this one, Mike.
(An audience member snapped this photo at the exact moment of the knockout.)
There has been a lot of talk over the past few weeks in regards to “bath salts” an their effect on the human body. A friend of mine described them as “meth on PCP,” and said that they tend to make one feel “like Superman on a Chris Benoit-esque roid rage,” with side effects ranging from hallucinations, paranoia, and wet farts all the way to the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound and absorb a speeding bullet without batting an eye. Let’s just say that he’s “a doctor.”
Well, after watching Galore Bosando’s recent destruction of Wendle Lewis at a May 26th UCMMA event in London, I can only assume that we have witnessed the first case of bath salt abuse in MMA. Because there is no other logical explanation as to how exactly Bosando was able to deliver such an onslaught of spinning kick attacks, combining an inhuman level of flexibility with an, and I use this term at the risk of sounding racist, “explosiveness” that just doesn’t seem attainable without a narcotic level stimulant running through one’s veins.
Welterweights of the greater London area take notice, because it appears that Melvin Guillard and Melvin Manhoef mixed their DNA in a petri dish, combined it with 4 pounds of C-4, and mailed it to England in a bag full of hammers. The resulting explosion created Galore Basando.
Video after the jump.
(An audience member snapped this photo at the exact moment of the knockout.)
There has been a lot of talk over the past few weeks in regards to “bath salts” an their effect on the human body. A friend of mine described them as “meth on PCP,” and said that they tend to make one feel “like Superman on a Chris Benoit-esque roid rage,” with side effects ranging from hallucinations, paranoia, and wet farts all the way to the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound and absorb a speeding bullet without batting an eye. Let’s just say that he’s “a doctor.”
Well, after watching Galore Bosando’s recent destruction of Wendle Lewis at a May 26th UCMMA event in London, I can only assume that we have witnessed the first case of bath salt abuse in MMA. Because there is no other logical explanation as to how exactly Bosando was able to deliver such an onslaught of spinning kick attacks, combining an inhuman level of flexibility with an, and I use this term at the risk of sounding racist, “explosiveness” that just doesn’t seem attainable without a narcotic level stimulant running through one’s veins.
Welterweights of the greater London area take notice, because it appears that Melvin Guillard and Melvin Manhoef mixed their DNA in a petri dish, combined it with 4 pounds of C-4, and mailed it to England in a bag full of hammers. The resulting explosion created Galore Basando.
(Things start to get interesting around the 8 minute mark.)
Currently 3-1 as a professional, with his only loss coming by way of DQ (illegal knee), Bosando is definitely an up and comer to keep an eye out for. Of course, being that he’s from the other side of the pond, having him face a wrestler would give us a much better picture of just where he’s at as a mixed martial artist. In either case, his ability to use his kicks as jabs and keep his opponents at a distance ala Dennis Siver is impressive as anything you’re going to see today. Unless you decide to try out bath salts, in which case, make sure to avoid the Pterodactyls on Mount Crom, because those sonsabitches are vicious.
