UFC 214: Cris Cyborg Adds ‘UFC Champion’ to Resume as Toughest Woman on Earth

At long last, Cris “Cyborg” Justino is UFC champion.
Justino bolstered her longstanding reputation as the most violent woman in MMA on Saturday at UFC 214, dismantling Tonya Evinger en route to a third-round TKO to win the organization’s vacant feather…

At long last, Cris “Cyborg” Justino is UFC champion.

Justino bolstered her longstanding reputation as the most violent woman in MMA on Saturday at UFC 214, dismantling Tonya Evinger en route to a third-round TKO to win the organization’s vacant featherweight title.

The victory caps Justino’s two-year search for UFC gold after signing with the company in March 2015. That delay seems outrageously long considering she’s been near peerless throughout her 12-year, 20-fight career.

The UFC belt now becomes the crown jewel in a collection that also includes a Strikeforce championship and Invicta FC title. Justino has now captured every premiere featherweight championship available in women’s MMA—and she’s done it all without facing a serious challenge to her dominance.

“I am very happy and proud to own this belt, and it will be really hard to take it away from me,” Justino said after the fight. “For the Cyborg Nation fans who were expecting the third belt, here it is.”

If there was any drawback to her lopsided win over Evinger in Anaheim, California, it was that the fight contained precious few highlight moments. That’s because Evinger lived up to her own billing as Justino’s most formidable opponent in years, despite moving up from bantamweight and taking the fight as a late replacement.

Justino dropped Evinger to the canvas with a counter left hook seconds into the first round, but the exchange proved that, while Cyborg had a clear edge in strength, Evinger wasn’t going to be easy to put away.

The smaller fighter remained game throughout the two-plus rounds she spent in the cage with Justino. Cyborg routinely punished Evinger’s legs with low kicks, snapped her head back with punches and swatted her face with high kicks, but Evinger refused to yield.

Evinger had put her own Invicta FC bantamweight title on ice to step in here after Invicta featherweight champion Megan Anderson pulled out June 27, citing “personal reasons.” She came in riding an 11-fight unbeaten streak and fulfilled her reputation as a wily and tough veteran.

Despite giving up significant size and power, Evinger succeeded in forcing Justino into the longest fight of her UFC career and the longest overall since 2013. Justino had no trouble finding a home for her venomous strikes, but every time she tried to finish Evinger with a flurry against the fence, the challenger would suck her into a clinch and slow her progress.

Without the stature necessary to consistently take Cyborg to the ground, however, it was a strategy that couldn’t go on forever.

The end came early in the third round after Justino struck Envinger against the fence with a superman punch. This time as Evinger tried to clinch, Justino opened up with a series of knees to the head. Those shots sent Evinger crumpling to the canvas and prompted referee Mike Beltran to halt the action.

The stoppage itself was anticlimactic, but at least the unanimous pick for the best women’s featherweight in the world finally had her title.

“I was very calm this time, calculating the right time to throw the right punches and kicks,” Justino said. “I respect Tonya a lot. She is a hard fighter, and I hope she has a chance [at bantamweight].”

The road to the title wasn’t always linear, nor was it easy for Justino. The UFC had no 145-pound female division when she inked her initial deal with the company, and so her first two fights in the Octagon were contested at 140-pound catchweights.

Along the way, she publicly beefed with UFC superstar Ronda Rousey and at times with company president Dana White. The relationship between Cyborg and the UFC softened a bit in the weeks leading up to UFC 214, and one of the most interesting storylines of her budding title tenure will be how long that honeymoon period lasts.

Her UFC deal is set to lapse in October, raising questions about what the fight company can or should do with her next:

She has already established herself as a ruthless finisher and a decent drawing card but now helms a division that has been nothing but trouble since the UFC announced it in December 2016.

The company couldn’t come to terms with Justino in time to include her in the inaugural featherweight title fight at UFC 208. It ended up wrapping the title around the waist of Germaine de Randamie after she defeated Holly Holm by unanimous decision.

Soon after that matchup was announced, news also broke that Justino faced a possible suspension after popping positive for a banned diuretic during an out-of-competition test. Two months later, Justino was retroactively granted a therapeutic-use exemption, and her suspension was waived.

Still, that mess postponed Justino’s official featherweight debut, and in the meantime de Randamie’s title reign went up in flames. After she refused to fight Justino, the UFC stripped her in June and finally set Cyborg up for her long-awaited title shot this weekend.

With the gold now in hand, Justino could well face an upcoming fight against Holm. The Albuquerque, New Mexico, native got back in the win column after three consecutive losses with a head-kick KO of Bethe Correia in June. With a dearth of featherweight contenders, she might well make the most lucrative and sensible opponent for Justino’s first title defense.

The UFC could also still make the Anderson fight if the 27-year-old Australian is available to return to active duty. For now, though, the organization finally has the featherweight champion it set out to crown when it created this division.

And Justino finally owns the top prize in a sport she has dominated for years.

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Jon Jones Reminds Us the GOAT Is Back, and Brock Lesnar’s in His Sights

The steadiness of the UFC fight schedule tends to make everything feel routine. Knockouts become indistinguishable, names become interchangeable, and even the extraordinary struggles to stand out. 
There are exceptions to that, of course, and one …

The steadiness of the UFC fight schedule tends to make everything feel routine. Knockouts become indistinguishable, names become interchangeable, and even the extraordinary struggles to stand out. 

There are exceptions to that, of course, and one of them walked into a UFC arena last night for the first time in over a year. Jon Jones, the 30-year-old former wunderkind, was back from a suspension, the latest in a series of problems that have plagued his remarkable professional career.

When Jones competes, a buzz carries through the mixed martial arts world. For all of the criticism of his personal problems, it’s impossible to ignore his brilliance at his chosen profession. And in case anyone forgot, he reminded them Saturday night, defeating Daniel Cormier in the main event of UFC 214 to regain the undisputed UFC light heavyweight championship that was stripped from him over two years ago. He did it with style points, too, becoming the first man ever to finish Cormier, with a third-round knockout via head kick and punches.

“I made it back,” he told Joe Rogan in his post-fight interview. “Such a beautiful moment. I did a lot of right things to get back in this position. I tell you what, for anyone at home who let yourself down, let your family down, let your peers down, your coworkers down—it’s never over. As long as you never quit, it’s never over. I’m back here.”

And just like that, the world opens up to him again. Just like that, he’s back in the driver’s seat. After politely praising Cormier’s professionalism and class, Jones quickly turned the page to his next professional challenge.

“Brock Lesnar,” he said, letting the crowd rise to the moment, “if you want to know what it’s like to get your ass kicked by a guy who weighs 40 pounds less than you, meet me in the Octagon.”

Jones dropped the mic and walked off, and really, what else did he need to say? 

His performance was enough of a statement, a finish that reminded us he is the greatest talent the young sport has ever seen. Fighting for the first time in 463 days, Jones was incredibly sharp, outlanding Cormier 95-60 according to FightMetric. And at this point, he has nothing left to prove at light heavyweight. He’s never legitimately lost a fight at the weight, his only blemish a disqualification for illegal elbows in a fight he was dominating. He’s defeated the biggest names in the top 10, leaving a move up to heavyweight as the most compelling move he can make.

“I’m up for it,” he said on the FS1 post-fight show. “I think it’s about time for me to be involved in a superfight. I think it’s what the fans want to see, me challenge myself against a heavyweight. Why not do it against one of the biggest and most scary heavyweights? He brings a huge following, so why not?”

The prospective matchup brings with it a potential roadblock, in that Lesnar still has more than six months to serve on a suspension stemming from a positive drug test in 2016. 

If it happened, it would be one of the biggest non-Conor McGregor matches the UFC could produce, a guaranteed home run of an event that could also continue to raise Jones’ profile. 

His legacy, though, is nearly sealed as he continues this legendary streak.

The pressure was ratcheted up for this in a way that he wouldn’t feel even against Lesnar. Because in this fight, he had to regain everything he once held so dear.

On the night Jones won his first UFC championship, his future appeared limitless. At 23, he featured a thrilling yet growing arsenal, he possessed a poise in the cage that seemed unbreakable, and he was the youngest titleholder in UFC history.

There were boundaries that tempted him though, restrictions that are often ignored or flouted by the risk-takers among us. The same audacity that made him great in the cage sunk him outside of it. 

His career self-torpedoed. He could only sit on the sidelines and watch the ascent of his rival Cormier, a two-time Olympic wrestler who captured the belt in his absence.

By the time they got to the cage Saturday night, Jones and Cormier had you believing what you were watching was a battle of frauds, which is exactly what each fighter used to hurt the other the most. 

For Jones, affixing the label to Cormier was the biggest professional slight he could offer. After all, the way he saw it, Cormier didn’t earn the UFC light heavyweight championship belt he carried around so proudly. At least not against Jones. When the youngest-ever champ in UFC history was active, Cormier could not defeat him. He could only capture the mantle of No. 1 when Jones was on the bench for his own string of transgressions.

For Cormier, the slight against Jones was personal. From the beginning, Jones had talked about his religion and family and positivity, only to see the squeaky clean persona he’d been building quickly tarnish in a series of legal and moral blunders.

In reality, they are two of the greatest light heavyweights ever to do it. What we learned Saturday—or perhaps what was reaffirmed—is that Jones is just a level above Cormier. Jones is the GOAT.

What we didn’t learn is just how high he can go. Can Jones move up to heavyweight and dominate the same way? A win over Lesnar—or heavyweight champ Stipe Miocic—would be quite the feather in his cap.

At this point, could anyone confidently say that’s impossible? The answer is no. Anyone who has been watching with an objective eye must acknowledge that when it comes to Jones, the limits of his talent might not yet have been seen. They can simply celebrate that the greatest is back, and that he’s brought his ambitions with him.

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There Will Be Blood: Robbie Lawler’s Trail of Destruction

It was one of those moments where you had to be there.
You know the kind of moment I’m talking about. The ones you never forget. The ones that seem to stick around even as you grow old and forget everything else.
It was July 11, 2015. The event: U…

It was one of those moments where you had to be there.

You know the kind of moment I’m talking about. The ones you never forget. The ones that seem to stick around even as you grow old and forget everything else.

It was July 11, 2015. The event: UFC 189.

Robbie Lawler and Rory MacDonald were in an Octagon in Las Vegas. They weren’t in the main event, that was Conor McGregor and Chad Mendes. Lawler and MacDonald were an afterthought. They were fighting for Lawler‘s welterweight title, but they were just another fight on a stacked card, there to satiate the hardcore fans and not much else.

But then they stepped in the cage, and something resembling magic happened. It was brutal and bloody, so much so that it was uncomfortable to watch, which is saying something in a sport built on brutality and bloodshed. For four rounds, the two men beat each other senseless, rendering flesh torn and swollen and bruised.

And then came the moment.

The bell sounded to end the fourth round. Both men were bleeding profusely from multiple facial wounds. Both were disfigured and swollen. Neither were all that recognizable. But instead of retreating to their corners, Lawler and MacDonald just stared at each other. They were unflinching and unmoving, refusing to give an inch. They stood there for what felt like an eternity but was actually just a few seconds, and then they were separated and ushered away from each other.

I’ve covered the sport a long time. I’d never seen anything like it. And I’ll never forget it. 

 

When the end finally, mercifully came for MacDonald, it came with more of a whimper than a bang.

Lawler didn’t put MacDonald away with a booming head kick or deadening left hand, the way he did so many others. What happened instead was that MacDonald’s face, having gamely endured a horrific amount of punishment, finally just gave way. It had enough.

It was a jab that did it, a jab straight to the nose, and normally that kind of thing wouldn’t be enough to even make Rory’s eyes water, but because the cartilage that made up Rory’s nose had already been smashed to pieces, MacDonald’s body just shut off. You know he would’ve powered right through it, except he couldn’t, because his body reached its breaking point and he crumpled to the canvas, doing the only thing he could do at that point, which was to cover his face with his hands and hope the war was over.

In the minutes following the merciful end, time stood still. Those of us on media row could barely breathe. Journalist Shaun Al-Shatti was sitting next to me on that night, and all we could do was just stare at each other in disbelief. Speaking felt impossible, or perhaps there were just no words that could adequately describe it.

The fight was nearly unanimously voted the 2015 fight of the year by media outlets. It was voted the greatest fight in UFC history by ESPN readers. I’ve seen thousands of UFC fights over the years, and I would not disagree with the results of that poll. And the event itself remains the single greatest UFC event I’ve ever seen.

Another thing I am sure of: That night and that fight changed both men forever.

 

This aptitude for violence may have become more pronounced over the past few years, but it’s not a new thing for Lawler.

He’s pretty much been this way since he started his career at Pat Miletich‘s gym, training with Midwestern kindred spirits like Matt Hughes, Jens Pulver and Miletich himself. It’s the reason Dana White originally signed Lawler back in 2002.

“I signed him as a Christmas present for myself,” White told me during a 2013 interview. The only problem: It was a Christmas present ahead of its time. But Lawler had different priorities back then. Namely, he was concerned more about the size of his check than the amount of blood spilled by either him or his opponent.

“When Robbie was younger, his thing was money,” White said. “You know, ‘I want to fight for whoever is going to pay me the most money. I need money.'”

Lawler doesn’t need money now. He doesn’t need championships, either, because he’s already won everything there is to win. He doesn’t need the roar of the crowd. What he seemingly needs more than anything is a way to satiate the monster that reared its ugly head against MacDonald. 

Unfortunately for both Lawler and his opponents, that’s a bad thing.

 

On Saturday night, Lawler faces Donald Cerrone. It is a fight made possible by a confluence of events once thought impossible. Cerrone, possibly the most active fighter in the history of the sport, saw his prospects at lightweight dry up, and so he made his move up to welterweight.

He was immediately considered too small for the division. But then, wonder of wonders, Cerrone began looking like a top-tier welterweight fighter, reeling off four consecutive wins over the likes of Patrick Cote, Rick Story and Matt Brown before running into human buzz saw Jorge Masvidal.

Cerrone is a thrilling action fighter from the same mold as Lawler, but with one notable exception: If a fight turns into a war like the one Lawler had with MacDonald, it is likely Cerrone will check out.

This is not to say he doesn’t have heart because he clearly does. But Cerrone‘s threshold for enduring the career-changing battle is lower than Lawler‘s, and that puts him at a distinct disadvantage against a fighter like Lawler, a fighter who seems to have no regard for his present health or long-term well-being.

There is no way of knowing how long Lawler can continue doing what he does. He made his professional debut in 2001, and 16 years is a long time to fight other men in a cage, especially when you tend to find yourself in ultra-violent fights more often than not. There will come a day when, like MacDonald on that night two years ago, Lawler‘s body will simply reach a point of no return. The switch will flip and he won’t be able to endure the kind of punishment he has both received and dished out over a Hall of Fame career.

It is not likely that Saturday will be that day. Cerrone‘s welterweight run has been impressive thus far, but he’s about to step in the cage with a different kind of opponent, a different kind of human being. Unless Lawler is simply past the point of no return, and unless his chin has departed for good, he will prove an insurmountable foe for Cerrone.

But the one thing we are guaranteed is that, for however long the fight lasts, there will be blood and violence. Because that is the Robbie Lawler way.

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Meet Tyron Woodley, the UFC’s Most Hated Champion

Imagine a guy.
He is well-educated. Went to the University of Missouri, in fact.
He is articulate, a reflection of that education, and he has done well as a television personality—even actor.
He has a respectable social conscience.
He is a great …

Imagine a guy.

He is well-educated. Went to the University of Missouri, in fact.

He is articulate, a reflection of that education, and he has done well as a television personality—even actor.

He has a respectable social conscience.

He is a great athlete; he excelled as a college wrestler and a mixed martial artist and collected titles in the biggest promotions in the world.

Got an idea in your head about that guy and what he is all about? Thinking he’s probably pretty likable, a man basking in positive vibes wherever he goes?

Think again. You’ve got UFC welterweight champion Tyron Woodley, and people seem to hate Tyron Woodley.

Going into his third title defense, Woodley is openly disdained in a way few other UFC champions are.

Michael Bisping isn’t beloved, but there is an impishness to him that feels kind of tongue-in-cheek and softens the blow when it comes to people disliking him.

Demetrious Johnson and Jon Jones are divisive, as is Conor McGregor, but none of them are as flatly and unanimously loathed by the fanbase in the way Woodley is.

And when you consider him objectively, it’s kind of puzzling. He seems like a guy people would get behind. It’s only when you dig a little deeper that the dots connect more clearly.

Woodley earned a title shot as dubiously as one could imagine, forging a path to gold built on evasiveness and dispatching some of the most universally adored fighters in MMA along the way.

He beat Carlos Condit by TKO but did it only when Condit blew out his knee and could no longer continue.

He got to the cusp of a title fight after narrowly beating Kelvin Gastelum in a catchweight fight after Gastelum missed weight—no reflection on Woodley—and then spent 18 months inactive, waiting for a title shot.

When he came back, it was against champion Robbie Lawler. He was the most treasured champion in the sport at the time, a fanatically violent man who more or less didn’t know how not to be in a Fight of the Year during his welterweight tear from 2013 to 2016.

Woodley knocked him cold in two minutes flat. Not great for his image, and it only got worse from there.

Woodley took his title win as a chance to act as though he was calling the shots. He demanded fights with Nick Diaz, Georges St-Pierre, Conor McGregor (two retirees and a guy fighting in another weight class) and others, while showing no regard for challengers waiting their turn—including Stephen “Wonderboy” Thompson, another figure fans have delighted in and one who had won seven straight bouts on the way to earning his shot.

Yet Woodley held fast in pursuit of his “money fight” and even took to lobbing insults at Thompson while refusing the contest. He eventually relented, but only when the pairing was placed on the lucrative UFC 205 card.

No one can blame him for wanting to get paid, but lots of people can blame him for how he went about it. It’s hard to take to a guy who delays or refuses fights, points fingers along the way and then restarts the whole process the minute he leaves the cage.

Most recently, the process restarted with Demian Maia, whom Woodley will battle Saturday at UFC 214. He showed little interest in Maia as an opponent, citing a desire to chase paydays instead.

Some felt the real concern was Maia, a jiu-jitsu specialist so specialized that the word “specialist” is almost insulting, has a penchant for beating people badly and making them look even worse as he does.

With Woodley’s tendency to fight with his back against the cage, he’s almost tailor-made to fall victim to Maia’s smothering mauling. And if he did, he would lose whatever leverage he has in navigating the MMA landscape or negotiating with the UFC.

So it’s kind of easy to see why people seem to hate Woodley so much. He’s done a lot of irritating things to overshadow the many positives he offers, and he’s always quick to take his stance and go in hard on anyone who isn’t standing with him.

It’s unfortunately paradoxical: The harder he goes in, the harder people hate on him. 

You probably don’t need to tell Woodley, though—he’s been hearing it for years, and it looks like it’s going to be around for as long as he’s champion.

       

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Meet the World’s Toughest Woman: Cris Cyborg Will Take on Anyone—even the UFC

LOS ANGELES — Don’t let the bright red toenails or the larger-than-life smile fool you. Cris “Cyborg” Justino, 145 pounds of roiling muscles and bad intentions, is not a woman you want to have angry at you, even in jest.
Boyfriend, training partn…

LOS ANGELES — Don’t let the bright red toenails or the larger-than-life smile fool you. Cris “Cyborg” Justino, 145 pounds of roiling muscles and bad intentions, is not a woman you want to have angry at you, even in jest.

Boyfriend, training partner and nonstop chatterbox Ray Elbe is learning that the hard way on the mats of the Cobrinha Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Academy.

Though nestled in the bottom floor of an H&R Block office complex, the transactions happening here are physical, the only currency is pain. Elbe is on the receiving end as a kick to the ribs thuds through the small studio.

“This is for my phone,” a laughing Cyborg says in her heavily accented English. The best featherweight fighter in the world appears to be joking—but the force of the kick leaves some doubt.

The day before—to wind down after a stressful, cathartic meeting with UFC brass—the two had been out on the water, enjoying a rare day of leisure. A jolt put both of their phones in jeopardy. Cris pantomimes the elaborate lengths Ray went to in order to save his own iPhone. Hers was lost to the depths.

Today he pays.

“Chute Boxe jiu-jitsu,” she says with a laugh after a kick to the nethers, referencing the famously brutal training grounds where she first learned to fight. She follows up with a demure “sorry, Baby.” But, perhaps, next time her phone will be the first one he thinks of when a hard choice is required.

Enjoying the show is “Cobrinha,” real name the decidedly less cool Rubens Charles.

“This is no help for a relationship,” he says with a grin. A former world champion competitor, he’s settled nicely into the role of coach for many of Los Angeles’ top mixed martial artists, some of whom brave up to 90 minutes in brutal traffic to seek his wisdom.

His is the infectious, intoxicating energy possessed only by Brazilian jiu-jitsu wizards and acoustic guitar players, and all of his not-inconsiderable charm is focused on Cris for one hour on a Friday morning. They are working on how to get up if the fight hits the mat, a theoretical possibility, though she hasn’t been taken down in nine years despite a series of desperate attempts.

If a fight does reach the floor, she’ll be ready. UFC 214 opponent Tonya Evinger, a wrestler, will certainly try to ground her. For most opponents, it’s the only conceivable escape from a whirlwind of violence.

But the ground won’t be the oasis of tranquility those who dare to face her might expect it to be. Now a black belt, Cyborg moves smoothly from concept to concept, quickly soaking in Cobrinha‘s guidance and executing it on poor Elbe. 

“They just don’t know,” she says of potential foes and fans alike. “They don’t know. Because never in my fights have I had the opportunity to show my grappling. I’ve just done standup. I haven’t gotten to show my game. But I just keep getting better, getting better.”

It turns out there’s a lot people who don’t know about the toughest woman in the world—and she believes that’s just the way the UFC, a much more intimidating nemesis than any of her opponents, wanted it.


 

You can be forgiven if you believe the history of women’s MMA begins and ends with Ronda Rousey. That’s what the UFC, which plucked Rousey when it purchased rival Strikeforce and helped build a superstar the likes of which MMA had never known, would like you to believe. 

Ronda didn’t make women’s MMA. Who brought women’s MMA to the main event on TV? I did. — Cris Cyborg

“They have so much power that they try to change the history,” Cyborg says. “Ronda didn’t make women’s MMA. Who brought women’s MMA to the main event on TV? I did. And Gina Carano.

“Ronda, she was from the Olympics. She had blonde hair. She could be an idol; an American idol. They thought, ‘We can make money with this girl.’ I was there a long time already. If I was American, they would have opened a division years ago.

“The way they treat the American women and the Brazilian women is very different. But one thing they can’t take away from us—we are fighters. It’s hard to invest in someone just because they are pretty, or they are blonde or they are an American. Inside the cage, none of that can protect you.

“You can take your favorite girl, do all the promotion for her, but when she faces a true fighter, the true fighter is going to win. There’s more to fighting than publicity.”   

Sitting in Parlour e.lev.en—an upscale hair salon in Huntington Beach that exudes an edgy cool—Cyborg frowns for the first time in hours when Rousey‘s name comes up. And hours is no exaggeration. That’s how long it takes to turn her brown hair a dazzling red and her friend and fellow fighter Gabi Garcia’s long locks an incredible shade of purple.

“You know what they say? ‘Red hair, don’t care,'” she says with a laugh. “Before this, I had extensions. Now it’s my real hair, a little shorter. It’s different. It’s fun. People look at you different with the hair and the makeup.”

For Cyborg, it’s a feminine respite in a life engulfed in MMA’s masculine energy—sipping complimentary coffee and gabbing with friends and family in Brazil courtesy of Facetime.

“I come in with Gabi. She’s my close friend. We train together all the time,” Cris says. “I’d never been friends with a woman in MMA before. But we have a lot of things in common. She’s a big girl, too, and people bully her. We had the same situation. We have been through some hard things and learn a lot from each other.”  

Bullying brings us back to Rousey, a frequent topic of conversation throughout the weekend and Cyborg’s white whale. 

“When she started training, I was already the champion,” Cyborg says, her agitation breaking through the surface. “She used my name so people would know who she is. She talked about doping, said I looked like a man and called me an it. She used this to promote herself. She wanted to talk about Cyborg, because people know who I am. 

“It made me upset. But there’s no changing it. It’s been happening for a long time. It’s been six years like this. You have to be strong.”

The trash talk was the setup. It was the punchline that provided the gut punch, one that still stings to this day.

“Ronda used this,” Cyborg says, shaking her head. “Then she jumped down to 135 pounds to not fight me. She’s not a real fighter. She got a lot of money, she stopped fighting. After UFC spent so much money promoting her and her fights. I never fought for money. I started fighting because I enjoyed it. Now I’ve made a lot of money—but I still do it.”

A day later, the issue lingers as we talk. Perhaps, without the cathartic release of a fight, it always will. In 2017, removed from the worst of it as Rousey has moved on to other things and UFC President Dana White has found new fighters to bully, Cyborg can hold her head up and address these issues head on.

It wasn’t always so easy. 

“Before, I go to my room and I cry,” she admits. “I didn’t feel I could fight back. How can I go against this machine by myself?”

White took Rousey‘s side in the war of worlds, going so far as to say Cyborg looked like “Wanderlei Silva in a dress.”

“It’s no secret Ronda and Dana have a relationship,” Ray says. “If you don’t know, listen for the whispers. People don’t just get given brand-new Range Rovers from their boss. That doesn’t happen in real life.

“It became personal, and she had the power over Dana. She could make her-ex boyfriend, who was ranked like No. 15, fight her new boyfriend, who is No. 3 in the world at the time. Just by calling up and saying, ‘I want my new boyfriend to wreck my ex.'”

Even after the UFC signed Cyborg in 2015, White continued his full-frontal assault, unwinding on The Joe Rogan Experience with the UFC announcer and comedian Tony Hinchcliffe and laughing uproariously as the two went in on Cyborg. 

“It’s like the boy’s club,” Ray says, voice rising. “It’s the good old boys, and you’re either in the circle or you’re not. When Ronda got knocked out and they were flying back on that airplane, Cris was already signed to the UFC. And they sit there making a joke about how Cris was the first UFC fighter to cut her dick off to make weight? She’s a UFC fighter, but it’s appropriate to make jokes about her?

“When we brought it up with them they were like, ‘Well, Joe Rogan‘s an independent contractor.’ It’s the UFC commentator with the UFC president on the UFC plane after a UFC event—I don’t give a f–k how you categorize him. Do you think that’s acceptable?”

As he talks, you can see Cyborg reliving the trauma, everything suddenly fresh again years later.

“The guy says I have a dick, and I talked to my dad and he read this on the internet,” Cyborg says of the aftermath. “And, when I talked to him, he is crying. My brother and my dad call me ‘Baby,’ and he says ‘how can they say this about my baby?’

“And I had to try to be strong to show him I was OK. You show your power. So it doesn’t hurt him so much to see his daughter in pain. They don’t have to cry if they see She can handle it. She is strong. So I try to handle it better. I pray a lot. Ronda says a lot of things about me. Dana does. I pray for them. And for me, to take the anger from my heart. Because it is going to be bad for me, not for them.

“How many other families does he make cry with his jokes and his play? He tries to delete me from history. Maybe I can forgive him—but he’s going to pay for it. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but he’s going to pay for it. I believe that. He thinks you can do whatever you want and there will be no consequence. I don’t have to do nothing with my hands. I just have to pray and wait. Karma.”


Cris Cyborg’s introduction to American fight fans was equal parts embarrassing and terrifying. After knocking veteran Shayna Baszler around for two rounds, she finally dropped her with a combination of punches. An ecstatic Cyborg sprinted across the cage, leaping to the top to celebrate like a mad woman.

The only problem? Referee Steve Mazzagatti hadn’t officially stopped the fight, and a dazed Baszler awaited further punishment down below.

“Everyone was screaming, my coaches were waving their arms, but I thought it was to celebrate,” she says. “I looked at the referee, and I really didn’t know any English. He said ‘No, fight.’ I said ‘What? Are you crazy?’ And we started again the fight.”

This time, a battered Baszler stayed down, dropping face first to the mat after an onslaught of punches. The legend of Cyborg was born, an epic tale that reached its climax in a main event showdown against Gina Carano—the first fight between two women to headline a major MMA card in North America. 

This opened the door,” Cris says. “To everything. I came to America planning to stay for six months. That was eight years ago. 

“When I came from Brazil, I wasn’t speaking any English. People really wanted Gina to win. She was the beauty, and they said I was the beast. It wasn’t offensive at the time, because I didn’t know English. When I came to the cage to fight her everybody said ‘boooo.’ But I knew, even though she was a good athlete, I was going to beat her.”

In the cage, if not in a dress, as we’d see later in an elegant photo shoot, Cyborg really did remind many of the great Wanderlei Silva. The resemblance is not coincidence. Both were trained by Rudimar Fedrigo and Rafael Cordeiro at the famed Chute Boxe Academy in Cyborg’s hometown of Curitiba, Brazil, whirling, aggressive fighters who never take a step backward, relentlessly breaking opponents with their determination and a fury that seems innate, born rather than learned. 

People would say, “She’s fighting like a man.” That didn’t make me mad. That’s what opened the doors for us. — Cris Cyborg

“People would say, ‘She’s fighting like a man.’ That didn’t make me mad,” she says. “That’s what opened the doors for us. I had a lot of guys I train with and admire. I was looking to fight like them. It’s a man’s sport—so when women get their opportunity, they need to show their best to do the kind of fight the fans like to watch. 

Always the biggest girl in school, a tomboy who played handball at the highest level, Cris was discovered by a Chute Boxe fighter impressed by her aggressive attitude and well-developed physique. 

“He came to talk to me and said, ‘You like fighting?’ I said, ‘No! I don’t like fighting.’ I’d never been in a fight before,” she remembers. “But he said, ‘I think you could be a great fighter.’ And he gave me a Chute Boxe card. But for a long time I didn’t go. I wasn’t interested in fighting.”

Eventually curiosity got the better of her. The first time she stepped into the gym, it was to watch. A few days later, she participated in some drills. Within months, she had her first professional fight. Handball, college, all the carefully laid out plans for her life were forgotten. Despite losing that initial contest, she had found her path. She married a fighter, Evangelista “Cyborg” Santos, taking both his name and his nickname, and started the hard work of becoming the greatest women’s fighter the world has ever known.

“My mom didn’t like it. She did not agree with it,” Cyborg says. “She thought of it as street fighting. My dad too. He said, ‘I didn’t work so hard to give my kid the best things so she could be a fighter.’ My mom always wanted me to be a dentist. I told her I would still be taking out teeth.

“In the beginning, it was hard because the guys thought women only came to the gym because they wanted to date you. They think you want to find a boyfriend there. Earning your space there, proving you want to be a fighter, is hard. Because you compete with the guys there.

“In Brazil, there is a saying—I don’t know if you have it here, too. Like, if you have a bunch of kids that are 12 years old and one kid who is eight years old. We say, ‘Coffee with milk.’ You play, but you don’t really play. The little kid thinks they are playing with the big kids, but they are really not. I was the little kid.

“I was the only woman and I was learning everything new. But every day I was training and getting better. And, when guys punched me, I punched them back. I don’t just go away and be quiet. Rafael Cordeiro, Rujimar, they looked at me and said, ‘She’s got heart. She isn’t very good and doesn’t know too much. But she has heart.'”  


On Saturday, Cris will fight Tonya Evinger for the UFC’s featherweight title. How this came to be is a twisted tale, one that, to hear her tell it, involves no small amount of intrigue. 

Simply put, she signed with the UFC, despite all of the bad blood with White and his matchmaker/henchman Sean Shelby, for one reason and one reason only—to finally get a chance to shut Rousey up and make her pay for the endless hours of pain and psychological torture that followed after every time the popular star went on the attack.

Dana was protecting Ronda. But they can only protect her so much. I didn’t get to beat her, but Holly beat her. Amanda beat her. Imagine if that had been me? — Cris Cyborg

“I wanted to punch her,” Cyborg says. “They used this. Dangled it.”

Instead of signing with Bellator, which was quickly becoming the UFC’s archrival, she agreed to enter the Octagon and make an attempt to meet Rousey at 135 pounds. The UFC hired a nutritionist, George Lockhart, to supervise the weight cut. Already drained by the cut to featherweight, Cris was willing to attempt to trim 10 more grueling pounds to get an opportunity at Rousey.

Three of her fights with the UFC have been defenses of her featherweight championship in Invicta. The last two, inside the UFC’s Octagon, have been at a catchweight of 140 pounds, a bridge, she hoped, to making bantamweight and earning a shot at Rousey, who refused to meet her in the middle. 

“It’s hard. For three years I tried to drop weight to 135. You don’t have a life anymore. You cannot eat like this,” she says, pointing to the healthy but robust Greek food we were sharing. “You can’t eat out or have any cheat days. You just have to diet, diet, diet, always. You don’t have a life besides dieting, and you’re in a bad mood all the time. Back in my division, it’s still hard, but not as hard as 140.” 

As chronicled by a self-produced documentary, the attempt to eventually make 135 ended disastrously with a dangerous weight cut that eventually led to a hospital stay. And then, after all the dieting and work, it was all made moot by Rousey‘s disastrous fall and ultimate departure from the sport.

“Dana was protecting Ronda. But they can only protect her so much,” she says. “I didn’t get to beat her, but Holly [Holm] beat her. Amanda [Nunes] beat her. Imagine if that had been me? She was going to lose either way, but imagine how much money they would have made with me after I beat her.”

With Rousey vs. Cyborg up in flames, the UFC finally agreed to promote a featherweight championship bout for the first time. But even this olive branch, meant to finally appease Cyborg, ended with yet another bitter confrontation with White and the uncrowned champion.

“I offered Cris Cyborg a title fight at 145 pounds a month ago,” White told the UFC Unfiltered podcast in November. “She had eight weeks to get ready for it. She said she couldn’t make the weight, said she couldn’t make 145 pounds.

“So then I offered her another 145-pound title fight for Brooklyn. She turned it down. She turned down two 145-pound title fights. One because she said she couldn’t make 145 pounds in eight weeks, and [former UFC matchmaker] Joe Silva’s like, ‘If she can’t make 145 pounds in eight weeks, 145 isn’t the right weight class for her either.'”

The spin infuriated Cris and those closest to her, who say White and the UFC knew how badly her fight last September had drained her.  

“He’s trying to spin it like she’s lazy or scared,” Ray says. “The truth is, she’s probably a 155-pounder trying to make 135. Let’s keep it real. She almost died making that weight cut. They try to force her into that January fight here in Anaheim.

“She was pissed. I said, ‘Let them say what they f–king want to say.'”

“You were more pissed than me,” Cris responds with a smile. “Nobody believes that. My real fans know I’m not ducking fights. Maybe the new fans think it, but the fans who really know my career know I’m never going to duck anyone.”

“We’ve agreed to fight Holly twice,” Ray says. “She refused.”

“Both times,” Cris confirms. “We accepted the opponent. We turned down the date. It was not about money. It was because I had to lose weight again. My doctor told me it was too soon. I did three fights in eight months, and two of them I had to cut to 140. So, I said, ‘No, I’m not going to fight.’

“I just couldn’t cut weight again. I was treated in the hospital for 10 days after the fight in Brazil. My health was no good. I couldn’t do it again. Three years of dieting! You training hard, then eat a little bit. It’s not good for your body.”

Weeks later, the USADA, contracted to conduct the UFC’s anti-doping program, announced a potential violation stemming from Cyborg’s December 5 test. Though later clearing Cyborg after determining the drug in question was prescribed under a doctor’s care for treatment of the fallout from previous weight cuts, the damage to her already shaky reputation was done. Worse still, at least to Team Cyborg, was the way White handled the news, almost gleefully throwing his fighter under the bus yet again.

“Dana called TMZ and said, ‘I want you to meet me outside of my hotel.’ By that time, it was two days after we had been notified, and he had already been in touch with Cris,” Ray says. “They had already heard her side of the story. But rather than share that and make it look as nice as possible, he goes out there and said, ‘I guess we know why she was turning down fights now. It looks really suspicious.’ Within 48 hours of that TMZ story, we lost $30,000 in sponsorships. And it was deliberate and malicious.”

All these grievances were aired in a June meeting with Shelby and UFC lawyers. With Rousey‘s departure, Miesha Tate’s retirement and Germaine de Randamie’s refusal to defend the featherweight title, Cyborg has suddenly become an important cog in the UFC’s plan to continue promoting women’s fighting. The relationship, fractured and ignored for so long, had to be repaired.

Conspicuous by his absence, however, was White, who refused to attend the sitdown.    

“Dana’s the boss,” Ray says. “We wanted him in the room. But he wouldn’t come.” 

“He texted an apology,” she says, making it clear that wasn’t nearly enough. “Wouldn’t come into the room. He no-showed. Be a man.”

“That was his boss, though,” Ray says of the apology. “Someone got on the phone and said, ‘Hey motherf–ker, we’re going to get sued.’ … At the end of the day, you don’t have to like your boss. It’s the get money game. And UFC is the get money organization. It would be really unfortunate if they couldn’t put all this together and put the machine behind Cris.”

“If they did something nice for me, I’d say, ‘Really?’ I’d be surprised,” Cris says. “Because all the time it’s bad things. If they do nice stuff, I’ll be surprised. Something bad? That’s all the time. I’m not surprised anymore. My manager will call and say, ‘UFC do this or do that. I can’t believe them.’ I just say ‘OK.'”

“We worry,” Ray agrees. “How are we going to tell her this or that? Then you tell her and she’s, ‘OK. F–k them.’ Other days? She’ll be yelling, ‘I can’t believe them!'”

Right now, I want to leave [the UFC]. I’d fight somewhere for less if they respected me and my job. … They don’t respect what I did for the sport. — Cris Cyborg

“I want to finish my contract. Right now, I want to leave,” Cris reveals, though Ray wears a look on his face that says he wishes she’d let the negotiations play out first. “I’d fight somewhere for less if they respected me and my job. I want to go inside the cage and fight happy. I don’t want to hate my boss because he never says ‘good job.’

“It’s not just about money. I could stay. But it’s not just about money. It’s about respect,” she continues, pronouncing the word with a soft “h” sound. “They don’t respect me or treat me like a real fighter. They don’t respect what I did for the sport.”

“It feels like it’s us versus them,” Ray says. “Even at the events. It’s Team Cyborg versus Team UFC. You can’t really put your finger on it, but you feel it. They hate me.”

“It’s true,” Cris says, her laugh breaking up the tension in the room. “They hate him. Because they are against me. And before nobody defends me.  They…”

The fighter, so powerful in the ring, trails off, looking down at the table. Dealing with the UFC is exhausting, emotionally and spiritually, for her. Even just talking about it can bring the mood down. She wasn’t on the poster in an event in her own hometown, has never been offered a paid appearance and receives only $2,500 in sponsorship money from the company’s Reebok deal. 

These little indignities pile up until they feel like they can’t be ignored. 

Two fights remain on her UFC deal. If things go right, she will walk away as the undisputed world champion at 145 pounds and explore options around the globe.

“It’s an open market,” Ray says. “If Rizin’s offering a million bucks to go do a Grand Prix, we’ll have to see what UFC is offering. If Rory MacDonald is worth $400,000 to Bellator, what are we going to get? We want to see what’s out there. And I don’t think we can get the best deal until our contract is done.”

“Yeah,” Cris chimes in, listening carefully. “They have to play nice because they don’t want me to leave. … We’ve had a lot of meetings. They say they are going to change, they’re going to help. I don’t believe them. Not really. We will see.”

  

Jonathan Snowden covers combat sports for Bleacher Report.

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The Man Who Doesn’t Throw Punches, Demian Maia, Can Come Full Circle at UFC 214

Demian Maia has waited a long time for this.
In order to earn Saturday’s welterweight title fight against champion Tyron Woodley in the co-main event of UFC 214, Maia had to build a seven-fight win streak dating back to May 2014.
At times during …

Demian Maia has waited a long time for this.

In order to earn Saturday’s welterweight title fight against champion Tyron Woodley in the co-main event of UFC 214, Maia had to build a seven-fight win streak dating back to May 2014.

At times during those three undefeated years, it felt as though matchmakers were going to make him keep winning fights until there was no one else left to grant a title shot.

So that’s exactly what the 39-year-old Brazilian jiu-jitsu master did.

Dubbed “The Man Who Doesn’t Throw Punches” by Bleacher Report’s Jonathan Snowden in May 2017, Maia used his distinctive brand of submission grappling to defeat an increasingly difficult string of competition inside the Octagon—until UFC head honchos could no longer ignore him.

Why the protracted ordeal?

Partly, it was style points.

For obvious reasons, the UFC has an easier time selling cold-eyed knockout artists to its fight-hungry fans. In a world still driven by pay-per-view buyrates, the company would love to have a hundred clones of Conor McGregor—with his cocksure attitude, copious tattoos and brick-heavy left hand.

Maia is the antithesis of that. The low-key BJJ ace doesn’t talk trash, style or profile, and he’ll only engage in fisticuffs if you force him. So, yeah, that makes him a tough sell at $60 a pop in high definition.

Partly, it was because the UFC had been burned on a Maia title shot before.

The last time the world’s largest MMA promotion allowed Maia the chance to fight for a championship, it was at middleweight. In April 2010, Maia traveled to Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates, to take on Anderson Silva at UFC 112.

The results were far from ideal. In fact, their fight is still regarded as one of the worst title matches in UFC history.

In the sweltering heat, Silva spent 25 minutes toying with the obviously overmatched Maia. The champion eventually secured a unanimous-decision win, but UFC President Dana White laid into him at the post-fight press conference.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more embarrassed in the 10 years of being in this business,” White said, via MMA Fighting’s Michael David Smith. “It was the most horrible thing I have ever seen.”

Perhaps aside from possessing a fighting style that isn’t the company’s favorite, it has taken Maia seven years to live down that underwhelming spectacle.

For that reason, this matchup with Woodley presents more than just an opportunity to win UFC gold. It’s also a chance for Maia to come full circle, erase the poor performances of his past and declare that a pure grappler can still be the best in the world in 2017.

Make no mistake, Maia’s style is a singularity in the modern UFC landscape. While the rest of MMA has evolved at a breakneck pace during its near-25-year-history in America, Maia chooses to rely on a traditional martial arts skill set.

Perhaps more accurately, he’s tried all this newfangled striking stuff and decided it’s not for him.

After going a respectable but more middling 12-6 fighting in the Octagon from 2007 to 2014, he’s caught fire during the last few years. Not coincidentally, you can pair that unlikely late-career resurgence with Maia’s conscious decision to go back to basics.

By recommitting himself to his world-class jiu-jitsu skills, Maia has eliminated some tools from his toolbox, but he’s also closed some holes in his game. Simply put, yes, he is really that good at this.

So good, that all of his opponents know exactly what he’s going to do, and they still can’t stop him.

“The best fighters make their opponents fight their fight,” coach Brandon Gibson said (via Snowden). Gibson trains recent Maia victim Carlos Condit. “You know Maia wants to go to the ground. You know he wants to advance position. You know he wants to be in mount or take the back. And he just gets there. There’s no secret to what he does. He’s just the best at it.”

When Maia talks about jiu-jitsu, he takes on a borderline proselytizing air, referencing its propensity to sharpen practitioners’ “self-consciousness and [ability] to understand yourself better” as much as how it makes him a successful professional athlete.

“I have a mission to share jiu-jitsu with the world,” Maia told Snowden. “I have something beautiful to share with people and a big platform, which is the UFC. I know that when I am fighting, there are many people who are influenced by me. So, I’ve got to use that to bring what I love to everyone.”

In Woodley, Maia faces the most difficult stylistic matchup of his current seven-fight run. The champion mixes heavy-handed strikes with a wrestling background he honed at the University of Missouri.

If Maia can’t take him down and keep him there long enough to work for a submission, this bout reads as an easy KO victory for Woodley. As such, he’s going off as about a 2-1 favorite, according to Odds Shark.

Then again, Maia has been beating the odds for the entirety of his recent UFC career.

If he can do it one more time and become welterweight champion, it’ll strike a blow for grapplers everywhere.

And the UFC will have a champion who makes his living by un-mixing the martial arts.

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