The Ultimate Fighter: Latin America – Week 8

The_Vortex: Up tonight, we’ve got the last of the preliminary fights, and yes, the previews haven’t lied to you, it does end in glorious violence. Spoiler alert, it’s an awesome finish. Our fighters tonight are Team Mexico’s Masio Fullen, one of the bearded funny guys, against Leonardo “Chimy” Morales, a guy that I genuinely know nothing about. He’s had zero confessionals, minimal screen time, and he’s barely on screen for training montages. He’s the mohawked guy of this season, and even the show’s intro-promo categorises him as “mysterious”.

NewChallenger: The Mysterious Nicaraguan is his nickname from now on.

The_Vortex: So, back in the house, surprise, surprise, Guido’s having a whinge about losing his fight. Unfortunately, I have to agree with him here. He did win both rounds, and Marco’s pretty banged up. He’s limping noticeably nearly every time we see him. Of course, this doesn’t take away from the fact that Guido is a d**k. He’s complaining about the fight in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, outside, inside, everywhere. He’s not winning any friends, although I think he might have solidly lost them in the first place. Whilst it seems silly to criticise someone for the quality of their tattoos, let me just say: Your nipple tattoo ain’t looks pretty dumb, bro.

Ninja TattooSeriously, it ain’t great.

NewChallenger: If you thought Guido was grating on the other cast members before, this whine and cheese party has them all looking like they want to get him back in the tournament just so they can hand him a more convincing loss.  In fairness to Guido, I’d want to fight Teco too the way that mustachioed Mexican was staring at him.

GlareSo smarmy.

You know someone has an abrasive personality when he’s clearly been wronged and yet it’s still nearly impossible to sympathize with him.  He actually reminds me a lot of TUF 6 winner Mac Danzig, though even that guy loosened up after a while.  Through some fancy editing, they make it look like Guido has been talking from sun down to sun up.  I’m sure it just felt that way to everyone else in the house.

The_Vortex: Finally, we get our first introduction to Leonardo. He’s apparently a very solitary dude. Team Mexico has only heard him speaking once or twice, and his own team mates have to push him to join them whenever they’re doing something. Everyone seems accepting of this, though, that’s just the way some people are. However, Leonardo does have some legitimate “international man of mystery” traits that I was pretty surprised by.

NewChallenger: Yeah, you weren’t kidding when you said you had barely noticed him before.  Even his own teammates don’t know much about him!  I’m also disappointed that they are so accepting of him.  Where is the teasing, the unjust persecution, the borderline homoerotic hazing through juvenile pranks?  I feel sorry for the Latin American fans if this is their first taste of TUF programming.  They must be getting the wrong idea that fighters can be professional and mature.  You know, aside from all the nudity.

Leonardo gives off a borderline psycho (and I’m not talking about Marco) vibe, with his disdain for communication and his love of violence.  Thankfully, we see that he has a family which suggests that he’s at least capable of love.  At least I think he is.  A couple of interesting facts about his wife: she’s a professional boxer and she’s thirty-one, ten years his senior!  Who says older women are intimidating?

In case you forgot, the Mexicanos won a challenge last episode and there reward was a night out in Vegas.  They get the big limo treatment, which is a good thing because Coach Cain is coming along for the ride.

Limousine Ride​I’ve had nightmares where Cain Velasquez just emerges from the darkness.  Sexy nightmares.

In a truly inspired choice, they take the Mexicans to a Mexican restaurant.  I’m missing Claudia already.

The_Vortex: The way Cain just appeared in the back of the limo makes me hope that it was just as much a surprise for the team as it was for us. Cain’s really starting to loosen up, but he’s still a very humble guy at heart.

Most importantly, though, the guys head back to the house to get their drink on. And, as Mike Goldberg would say, “Get their drink on, indeed, do they… Joe.” They head back to the house for some tequila, Cain ends up eating the worm (seriously, not a great idea, I had one a few weeks back), and it turns into a proper Team Mexico party.

That is, everyone gets shirtless, and jumps in the pool.


Cain Gets In ThereAs a fight promoter, this is what you like to see your heavyweight champion doing when injuries have kept him off the shelf for almost a year.

It’s refreshing to see some guys having fun, especially after Guido’s eternal whinging.

Too Much Fun 1Too Much Fun 2Although, maybe they’re having a bit too much fun…

NewChallenger: He does not shy away from fraternizing with the troops, eh?  Not one bit.  This is a cool side of him, a far cry from the quiet, stoic champion that he is usually portrayed as.

The_Vortex: It’s profile time for Masio now. He lives with his parents, and four sisters. His father doesn’t think much of his fighting career, and has only seen one fight. On the other hand, his mother and sister are at every one of his fights they can get to, and I’d like to imagine that they’re all Ma Woodley-esque. Masio’s primarily a boxer, so he’s going to need to close down the kicks and range of Leonardo’s Muay Thai.

NewChallenger: No weigh-ins again and we’re getting right to the fight with just under thirty minutes left in the show.  The Mysterious Nicaraguan is sporting a Jason mask.  You are not Rony Jason, sir.  YOU ARE NOT.

Masio starts counting some un-hatched chickens, thinking about what it will be like to face his teammates in the semi-finals.  I’m sure it’s something that’s had to have come up considering Team Mexico’s dominance of the competition so far, but still…it seems unwise.

At the start of the fight, I’m really liking The Mysterious Nicaraguan’s demeanour.  Tightly coiled, with just enough movement to keep his opponent honest.  As you said, this is a clash of styles and The Mysterious Nicaraguan is keeping this at Muay Thai range, not boxing range.  Cain and Daniel Cormier are shouting at Masio to get in closeLucha!  Lucha!”, Cormier commands.  Sure enough, when Masio gets close he’s able to show some sharp boxing.  The tactic is much easier to implement in theory though since The Mysterious Nicaraguan has some nasty leg kicks.  I give the first round 10-9 to The Mysterious Nicaraguan, though Masio might have taken it with some late action.

The second round starts off with the kind of sequence that reminds me why I love mixed martial arts.  Leonardo attacks with a leg kick, Masio enters with boxing, Leonardo counteres with a Thai plum, Masio goes for a double leg to drag the action to the mat.  This has already been a vast improvement over the action from the last couple of weeks.

SkillsThat’s how you mix it up, fellas!

The_Vortex: Yup, this has been a good fight. Respect to Masio, as he’s really hanging in there, but Leonardo has done an awesome job of chopping away at that lead leg, forcing Masio to devote all of his attention to it. It turns out to all be part of his plan.

NewChallenger: It has to be noted that Leonardo is fighting with a large stain on the back of his shorts.  I’m going to assume it is sweat and that he didn’t Tim Sylvia himself.

The_Vortex: Eventually, about halfway through the pretty close, pretty awesome second round, he swings a kick high, and Masio, expecting yet another leg kick, drops his guard downwards, and kind of ducks into it. It hits him perfectly, he drops like a rock, and two laser accurate punches from Leonardo end any chances of recovery. Herb Dean bolts across the Octagon to stop it. The big man full sprints, it is nuts.

Nicaraguan KickTwo Team Werdum wins, two vicious knockouts.

Leonardo’s ecstatic, Werdum’s happy, and Dana’s f**king stoked. Dana even breaks down the fight, and the lead-up to the finish in a confessional, which is something I haven’t seen him do in a while, if at all, really. Dana f**king loved that fight, and as he tells us later, he loves these guys, and this entire season. That was a good fight, and a great finish.

Now, with all of the first round fights over, it’s time to pick the next round, and we get the traditional meeting with Dana to sort things out. With only two Team Werdum guys left, they’ve got loads of choices, and Chito calls out Marco, whilst Leonardo is willing to fight either Moggly or Rodolfo.

Smart call outs, I can dig it.

NewChallenger: The Mexicans also stay true to the crew, all picking either Chito or Leonardo.  The exceptions are Moggly (who says that he’ll fight anybody) and Alejandro Perez who says he wants a rematch with Teco since they’ve fought before.  Dana jokes with Teco that he should have picked Perez since Teco won both of their previous encounters.  We end up with…


Alejandro Perez v. Chito Vera
Teco v. Psycho


Yair Rodriguez v. Rudolfo Rubio
The Mysterious Nicaraguan v. Moggly

Yair and Fito have one of the most solemn face-offs I’ve ever seen, neither man raising their head to look the other in the eyes.  I’m confident they’ll be motivated to murder each other when the time is right.  Onto the semi-finals!

Leonardo VictoriousNext Week: The Coaches’ Challenge and Pantera v. Fito!  Also, I start campaigning for a Leonardo Morales/Rony Jason fight.

The Ultimate Fighter: Latin America – Week 7

The_Vortex: It’s time for another installment of the best season of TUF screening right now that doesn’t contain Felice Herrig. The fight coming up this week contains both mine and NewChallenger’s favourite cast member, Guido Cannetti (note: he is not our favourite. Not at all). I cannot wait to see him get punched in the face as this episode continues.

As we blast into this episode, we get some idle fighter talk, and it turns out that both Guido and his opponent, Marco “Psycho” Beltrán, typically fight at 145, despite competing at 135 for the show. Are we foreshadowing some weight cutting issues here? The drop in weight seems pretty strange to me, as typically TUF winners drop down a division after the show. You can basically count on one hand the amount of Ultimate Fighter winners that have not dropped down a division (Diego Sanchez dropped down two!)

Guido is talking a lot at the start of this episode. About himself, about the fight, about everything. It’s grating on everyone. Apparently, he’s somewhat legit though. He seems to have a solid reputation that somewhat holds up (his only loss is to Cristiano Marcello), but he’s still managing to annoy the entirety of Team Mexico with his non-stop big-upping of himself.

MateCome on, you know better than to accept a pre-fight drink from a ninja!

NewChallenger: There shouldn’t be anything wrong with Guido talking about his experiences, but for some reason I just find it all so annoying.  Maybe the problem is with us…nah, it’s him.

The Mexicans are skeptical about his claims, if only because he won’t shut up about them.  It’s like that guy you know who claims to have been with so many chicks yo.  If you’ve done it, then say it once and shut the f**k up about it.  Completely unrelated to all of that, I just realized why Moggly looks so familiar.  He’s a dead ringer for former Toronto Raptors swingman Carlos Delfino.

Carlos & MogglyKind of sort of?

We get another Latin American celebrity appearance and it is a negligible upgrade from Latino Kelsey Grammar.  I don’t know who Claudia Álvarez is, but the boys seem a lot happier to see her than they were that other guy.

ClaudiaWouldn’t you be?

The fighters get to unwind, hang with a pretty lady, party, and watch a UFC event all in the comfort of what looks to be a luxury suite.  However, it’s not all fun and games as Claudia tells them there will be a billiards contest with some big stakes: The winning team gets to have a night out on the town of Las Vegas, while the losing team has to…get in the hot tub?  You know what Team Mexico calls that?  “Tuesday.”  I guess it is all fun and games.

The_Vortex: That was genuinely the most half-assed punishment I have ever seen anywhere, at all. Jumping in the hot tub is virtually all we’ve seen any of these guys doing. I do feel sorry for the Team Latin America guys, losing at something else. It just can’t help morale to just be beaten at inconsequential stuff like that.

Back to the house, we learn a bit more about each guy. Guido’s 34, and he says he’s been practicing MMA since he was 21 or 22. That’s quite a while for a guy with a 5-1 record. He’s just recently had a child, and had his grandmother pass away whilst he was training out of the country. Coach Werdum is also pretty high on Guido. He’s quite strong for his weight class, and apparently quite technical. It does seem as if Guido was intentionally avoided by the Mexican team to get better earlier matches for their guys.

NewChallenger: Okay, Guido does kind of get me with the way he phrases his struggle: I went to Argentina because my son was born.  My girlfriend at one point said, “Why don’t you find another occupation?”  And I would say, “Give me one more year.  Give me more time.”  Anyone who has chased a dream can relate to that.

His claims that Psycho was little more than a sacrifice to him rubbed me the wrong way.  As if Psycho is some scrub and Guido is just such a great fighter.  He also believes that Cain didn’t want to give him time to rest before the next round of fights.  Yes, Guido, he based all the picks around you.

The_Vortex: We move on to Marco now. I kind of like Marco. He’s come off in the confessionals as a nice enough guy, and along with Masio and Moggly is one of the actually funny guys. He’s reading a new letter from his girlfriend, and unlike Noah Inhofer, doesn’t run sobbing from the TUF house to go be with her. I’m confused here. Marco mentions how he just got this letter, so either he brought it with him and just opened/noticed it now, or the real life lockout in the TUF house has gotten way less strict.

NewChallenger: For a second there I thought that Psycho was getting Dear John’d.

The_Vortex: The letter is all good news, and it reminds Marco of his home life. He was raised poor and humble, and his father was his grandfather. In a “abandoned and raised by positive older role model” way, not a “creepy, creepy Deep South yee-haw, y’all gots a purty mouth” way.

NewChallenger: At the weigh-ins, Team Werdum chants for Ninja but they do not break into a full blown Ninja Rap, which is incredibly disappointing.

Now, just like you, I was looking forward to seeing Guido finally get his comeuppance for his overwhelmingly off-putting behaviour inside the house.  That is not what we got.  Guido looked to be more prepared and more experienced than Psycho in every aspect.  The Argentinean gets the first takedown and shows good top control.  So the opposite of everything we saw last week.  Psycho defends well from the bottom though and eventually gets up.

Guido consistently gets the better of Psycho, especially during scrambles.  For some reason, he decides to throw an irresponsible kick to the head while Psycho is grounded and I’m back to hating Guido again.  The error is compounded when he says the kick was to the body.

Ninja KickYou be the judge…no, don’t bother.  That’s an illegal kick.

Werdum starts shouting “Fake, fake, fake!” as Psycho lays on the mat.  Dana White doesn’t seem too convinced either.  Werdum then changes tactics, encouraging Psycho to get up by telling that he is a warrior and to continue (so that Guido doesn’t get disqualified).  Cain tells him to worry about his own fighter.

After all that, the referee takes a point!  Intrigue!  Other than some unconvincing back control to close the round, I didn’t see much from Psycho.  At worst that penalty should have made it a draw going into the second.

The_Vortex: Taking a point was certainly justified in my eyes. I’ve got it 9-9 after round 1. Whilst Marco plays it up a bit, he didn’t use the whole 5 minutes allocated to him, so that’s suitably hardcore. It doesn’t take away from the fact that that kick was one of the dumbest kick attempts I’ve seen on TUF.

The second round is absolutely Guido’s. He’s more aggressive throughout, and he does an excellent job of chopping away at Marco’s legs. Aside from one very nice knee and a throw that ends up getting reversed astonishingly quickly, Marco just really doesn’t offer much offensively this round. He’s never very active when he’s trapped under Guido (which happens a few times), allowing the ground game to get stalled out and returned to standing. Guido is pretty adept at hitting Marco, dragging him to the ground and slowly doing some damage. Never enough to put him in any danger, but enough to remain in control of the fight. In the last 20 seconds, Guido flurries all out, and gets some momentum and chains together some ground strikes. It looks like he could push for a finish, but an up-kick scares him off.

That round was clearly a Guido 10-9.

Marco is absolutely toasted after the two rounds. He needs to be helped up into his corner, and slouches around, exhausted.  He can barely stand up from his stool, and limps around. According to Stockton Rules (i.e, whoever was most f**ked up after a fight loses), Guido’s got this victory in the bag. Due to the point deduction, we’re assured a decision here. I’ve got it 19-18, so does NewChallenger. In the post-fight but pre-decision clips, Werdum backs his fighter, and even Cain acknowledges that Guido had a good first round.

So, of course, the judges f**k it up.

One of these judges is “Judge Byrd”. I’m assuming it’s Adalaide Byrd, and she gets the score wrong, and gives one round to Marco, so it’s a 19-18 win to him.

Adalaide Byrd.

Adalaide “29-28 Garcia-Phan” Byrd

Adalaide “30-27 Guillard-Varner” Byrd.


NewChallenger: I have…no idea how that score was even possible.  As much as I dislike Guido, that was ridiculous.  Even Cain thinks his man lost and he tells Werdum as much.

Werdum: I liked Cain’s attitude after the fight.  He told me: “Werdum, you won this fight.”  And I loved that.  And that shows that Cain Velasquez is a great champion, not only inside the Octagon, but outside as well.

We got the worst possible outcome: another Werdum loss and barely any face punching for Guido.  These last two fights have been a real bummer.

Beltran VictoriousNext week: Team Mexico’s Masio Fullen v. Team Werdum’s Mohawk Guy.  Also, more Guido Cannetti.  Yay.

The Ultimate Fighter: Latin America – Week 6

The_Vortex: Ok, ok, ok. We back.

Panic, bitches.

So, what’s new and exciting in this episode of TUF: Latin America? Will we see more dirty kitchen drama?

Well, last we saw a beast thought to be extinct; a Latin American victory, as Chito Vera scored a crazy up-kick knockout. The Latin American team are understandably stoked about having won their first fight, and I’m actually pretty happy for Chito. He seems like an alright dude.

To their credit, the Latin American team takes their win very humbly. No excessive celebrations at the house, no keeping everyone up, no banging on the wall a la Josh Koscheck. It’s like, even though a win is great and all, they still recognise that they’re down 1-4. Celebrating at a time like that makes you look pretty out of whack with reality, in my opinion.

NewChallenger: I agree that seeing them celebrate in a subdued manner was refreshing.  After criticizing the Mexicans for their excessive partying and nakedness, Team Werdum stuck to their guns.  Not a stray pair of Colombian or Argentinian cojones to be found.

Chito is emerging as a sentimental favourite, promising that the first thing he’ll do if he wins the tournament is to use the money to pay for his daughter’s surgery.  I’ll be supremely disappointed if he wins and I see him roll up in a brand new Mercedes a few months from now.

Competing this week are Rodolfo “Fito” Rubio (Team Velasquez) and Alex “Rolo” Torres.  Fito literally has no backstory worth sharing.  He always liked martial arts.  He started training.  He received an offer to fight.  He likes fighting so he keeps doing it.  I even had to embellish the details there to make it sound more interesting.  At least Torres used to hang out with a bunch of drug addicts!  Give us something to work with here, Fito.

The_Vortex: There are actually a few cool things to learn about Rolo Torres. In addition to his good old druggie mates back home, he’s actually the student of renowned wrestling coach Fredy “El Profe” Serrano. That’s right, the same Fredy that competed a few episodes ago. It’s gotta be pretty reassuring to Rolo to have his regular coach there as well, that’s a level of comfort and normality most of these guys don’t get on TUF.

NewChallenger: Daniel Cormier is here and I just realized how strange it is to hear someone speaking English.  He and Fabrício Werdum have known each other for six years.  Cormier says that when they first trained together he was able to get Werdum to tap to a guillotine choke.  Werdum counters by claiming that he took Cormier down three times.  He goes as far as to call his wrestling coach, Ryan Parsons:

Phone Call“Daniel Cormier is here.  I want to f**k with him.  Hey, how many times I take down in the first training?”

“Three times.”

(Werdum squeals)

The_Vortex: That was a high quality trolling phone call. Easily the best part about that is poor Marco “Psycho” Beltrán of Team Mexico, who was dragged into the room to serve as a Mexican witness.

Team Werdum is always ready to surprise us, and today the coaches are hosting “UFC Cafe”. It’s great to see them having fun with the reality TV format and mock shooting their own show. We learn some fun things, like, the rest of the team calls Rolo “Ostrich face” right to his Ostrich-y face. Also, Mohawk Guy on Team Werdum (probably the only fighter on the show whose name I don’t know) does some hard hitting journalism, asking the tough questions.

UFC CafeMohawk Guy would prefer the lycra.

We go back to the house, and as always, it’s filthy. To follow on from the tradition that was set from the very first episode of this season, one team leaves a passive-aggressive note to the other. It’s Team Mexico’s turn this time, and, spurred on by Coach Cormier, they leave a note loaded with passive-aggression.  I can’t handle this heightened conflict.

NewChallenger: I am just…so done with this kitchen and house cleaning drama.  If I were to wager a guess, I’d say that the teams probably get along really well and this was the only source of tension so they’re just pounding it to death.  Then again, I’m ignorant to the real life politics involved in Mexico’s relationship with other Latin American nations.  I doubt there’s anything as intense as the centuries old Canada-Australia blood feud.

Team Werdum responds with another note and we at least get to see Moggly read it in his best Guido Cannetti voice.  You know it’s good because it makes me want to punch him.

The_Vortex: Man, f**k Guido.

Teco's RetortTeco taking Team Werdum’s note very seriously.

NewChallenger: For the second week in a row, no weigh-in!  I’m actually glad they’ve chosen to skip it if there’s nothing worth showing us.  I’m always harping on them to play with the format, even if it’s a minor exclusion like that.

I’m actually intrigued by the storyline going into this fight.  For one thing, Team Werdum has the momentum (not that I believe in that sort of thing) and this is the first time they’ve got to select the match-up.  Team Velasquez has been game planning as if Torres is going to focus on taking Fito down even though Torres has told his team he wants to win on the feet.  Hmm…

On to the fight, which I thought was…how do I put this nicely…terrible.

The_Vortex: So. Sloppy striking in fights = mostly entertaining fights as both guys wing punches at each other. Sloppy grappling in fights = both guys rolling around on the ground, or near the cage, or stalling bad, as neither really has any idea of how to get to a better position, or what to do once they’ve got there. Boy howdy, was this fight a perfect example of the latter.

For all his talk of keeping the fight standing, it takes Rolo Torres just slightly over 30 seconds before he takes it to the ground. Way to stick to your gameplan, bro. After fighting off a guillotine attempt, Rolo ends up in this bizarre standing back grapple position that kind of reminds me of some odd dance show. Eventually he’s able to pull it to the ground, and spends an exasperatingly long amount of time secured to Fito’s back, with both hooks in, completely forgetting to complete the choke. After Fito fights his way out of this, we get a ton of clinching against the cage.  Like, basically the rest of the round.

NewChallenger: Don’t forget Fito getting back up only to go down again after going for…I’m not sure what exactly.

Fito FallUh…single leg…something?

The_Vortex: With 30 second to go, the separate and swing wild punches at each other. Right from the hips, huge arcs, like the Leonard Garcia of old. And then, 10 seconds to go, the best thing ever happens. Rolo just straight up stops fighting. He turns his back, and walks around the cage for the next few seconds. Fito doesn’t know what the f**k to do. Does he swing, does he charge? Eventually he charges in, gets taken down, and the round is done.


NewChallenger: We get some mid-match commentary from Werdum who does his best to try and comprehend what the hell Rolo was doing at the end of that round.  I don’t know if I’ve ever seen the show do that before.  More of this sort of thing please!

A minute into the second, Torres gets full mount but is WAY too high up on Fito’s chest.  Somehow, Fito is able to reverse into a leg lock from there which I didn’t even know was possible.

Bad MountJake Shields, I will never take your top game for granted again!

Another Torres takedown goes nowhere and Fito ends up on top where he is able to wail away on his Columbian counterpart.  Fito tries to posture up and trips over Torres ending up on his back.  This fight is a f**king mess.

Fito puts on what I think is supposed to be a weak looking triangle…which Torres escapes and then falls right back into.  Torres turns into it, eventually giving up an armbar that forces the tap.

Look…I hate to be a negative Nancy because both men certainly put in the effort, but…damn that fight sucked.  I hated it.  Hated it, hated it, hated it.  Hated it!

The_Vortex: Totally agreed. Sloppy grappling can just make a fight painful to watch, regardless of the “heart” each guy is putting in. Rolo just couldn’t stick to a gameplan, and Fabrício is more than a mite ticked off. 1-5 is not a great TUF record, and the worst part is that the team aren’t using what he’s teaching them whilst they’re in the Octagon.

Back in the Team Mexico locker room, the Moggly-Masio-Psycho trio once again begin their funny-man schtick, imitating the last ten seconds of the first round.

Moggly FlopTo be fair, it is hilarious.

Even Cain joins the dance party.

Courtesy of sklart.

The second last fight is announced, and it’s “Psycho” Beltrán of Team Mexico, taking on resident d-bag Guido Cannetti.

I’m very conflicted over this fight. Trust me, I want to see Guido get punched in the face more than nearly anyone here, he’s an annoying s**t stirrer that doesn’t know when to shut it, but I also don’t want to see Team Werdum go down 2-6, or even 1-7. That’s Rampage Jackson levels of bad TUF coaching. Even with his guys being super, super raw and unpolished, Werdum doesn’t deserve it.

I’m ready for it, you keen on seeing Guido get punched, NewChallenger?

NewChallenger: If Werdum has to suffer more embarrassment for us to see “El Ninja” (ugh) getting knocked the f**k out, then so be it.  Go Psycho!

Rudolfo VictoriousNext week: Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo.

The Ultimate Fighter: Latin America – Week 5

With me being out of town and The_Vortex dealing with business in his neck of the woods, our usual collaboration was pushed back. For now, here’s a quick recap of LAST week’s episode. Apologies to any readers. We’ll resume our regularly scheduled programming later this week.

I have returned from my Spanish vacation, which I took solely to work on being able to watch this show without subtitles. So in the spirit of that endeavour, I have this to say to you all:


My compliments to The_Vortex for holding down the fort (The Alamo, you might say) while I was away. I’m just sad that I missed the Latino Kelsey Grammar, Chito Vera calling Humberto Brown “my black boy”, and, of course, “gay party”. GAY PARTY.

After a dominating 4-0 start, Team Velasquez is right to think that Team Werdum is mentally defeated. However, I do wonder if Cain Velasquez intentionally went after the other team’s weaker fighters so they could set up this exact scenario. For all we know, the remaining four Fabrício Werdum guys are killers. Like, Che Mills level. I’m predicting that Chito is going to break the streak this episode.

Meanwhile, the Mexicans celebrate in typically conservative fashion.

Pool PartyMy eyes! The pixels do nothing!

We get to meet Cain’s dog who he calls “Little DC” (Daniel Cormier). D’awww…how cute…and kind of insulting. It gets aggressive with Masio Fullen, probably because it was trained to chase off vagrants. He takes the opportunity to work on his bite defence.

Chito and his opponent, Henry Briones, are both family men. We learn that Chito is not only the less experienced fighter, but the more immature person when it comes to life in general. He dedicated so much of his time over the last few years to fighting that he’s only now realizing that he should have been spending it with his wife and daughter. His daughter has a disease that limits her facial expressions so she can’t laugh or smile. I suffer from a similar affliction, though in my case it’s just because I’m an a**hole.

I can only imagine how excited the producers were when Team Mexico asked them to bring a tent to the house. This is a situation where the cast is just doing all of their work for them. It ends up a lot like how you used to go camping in your backyard when you were a kid, only with more tequila shots.

No CartwheelWhere’s Diego Sanchez when you need him?

CampingWhat happens in the tent stays in the tent.

The morning after, El Diabolito isn’t doing so great…

DiabolitoExcessive drinking is so fun, just like in the movies!

I think I hate Guido Cannetti. He’s a s**t disturber and a know-it-all and he just has this look on his face all the time like he’s above this whole competition. Nobody is above TUF, you hear me Cannetti? He also ends up giving Chito an atrocious haircut.

The fight

After the first round, my prediction isn’t looking so hot. Chito was aggressive on the feet, but Henry was all over him once he managed to score a takedown. They worried about Henry’s wrestling and experience being too much for Chito and that is exactly the story that’s playing out here. It’s a clear cut first for Team Mexico.

The second round however…


Chito with one of the most brutal and unlikely up-kick knockouts you’ll ever see! I don’t know if he’s just that good or Henry f**ked up, but the results speak for themselves. Chito attributes his victory to negative reinforcement from Werdum who threatened to smack him if he didn’t *ahem* step up his game in the second round.

Chito VictoriousWerdum finally gets to pick a fight!

Next week: Team Werdum’s Alexander Torres v. Team Velasquez’s Rodolfo Rubio. Also, the other ring girl’s name is Jamilette Gaxiola.

You’re welcome. Again.

The Ultimate Fighter: Latin America – Week 1

The_Vortex: It’s that time of year again Bloody Elbow. We return to the Ultimate Fighter, and this time we get a national rivalry even more heated than the legendary rivalry that was Australia v. Canada. Here, we are privileged to watch The Ultimate Fighter: Mexico v. Latin America.

Look, I know this it seems like I’m buying into the UFC’s hype here, but as an Australian, I am utterly clueless as to the cultural and national rivalries here.

To be honest, I only remembered about this season when I noticed a commercial for it as I was waiting to see Killa B fight. There have almost been negative levels of promotion for this season and I’m not surprised as to why. All negativity aside, I’m personally quite excited. I love TUF. Low level drama, and medium level fights. Bring it on.

Surprisingly, this season is taking place in the good old U.S. of A. We get a look at the guys, and there are all of the staples already. “Strange facial hair” guy and “mohawk” guy stick out. I can’t wait to meet “pushy religious” guy and “cries about his family” guy soon.

And boom, in walks Dana…

HandlebarBased on the facial hair alone, we’re off to a rollicking start.

NewChallenger: Don’t forget the close relative to “cries about his family” guy, “cries for no reason” guy.

Glad to be back doing this with you now that the aforementioned Canada/Australia rivalry has subsided.  The bad news is that this is yet another season of the increasingly irrelevant TUF franchise that we are choosing to slog through; the good news is that after TUF 19 all I have to see is someone throw a punch without tripping and falling on their face and I’ll be satisfied.  Besides, this one actually gets off to a promising start.

For one thing, we have the fighters nicknames listed in the credits, which is helpful.  This is slightly different from the way they’ve done it on TUF: Brazil where it’s either the fighter’s first name or his nickname.  Here we get both!  On the other hand, the theme is way too mellow.  I was hoping for something rhythmic and upbeat.  Then again, I’m also a racist a**hole.

Dana says he’s been waiting fifteen years to do this show.  I’m disappointed he can’t even muster up an hola for the visiting parties.  It’s unclear if they were told ahead of time that this would be Mexico versus everyone else.  I’m glad they decided to skip the qualifying fights.  With niche seasons like this, just get the ideal cast in the house.  Speaking of which, these guys could not be more excited about seeing the legendary TUF casa.

BathroomAy Dios Mio, is this where they did the upper decker?

The_Vortex: So, Cain Velasquez won the coin flip, which means he has the choice of first fight, and essentially, an unfair stranglehold on the rest of the competition. Somewhat similar to his match ups against 95% of the heavyweight division, I guess, so life is imitating art here.

NewChallenger: I do hate how in these seasons where the teams are already picked, the coin flip can only benefit one team.  The decision between first pick or first fight always intrigues me.  I’ve yet to figure out which decision has proven more fruitful in the past, though I lean towards fighter pick.

The_Vortex: The show isn’t even fifteen minutes old, and we already have some guys whining about how dirty the house is. Editors, seriously, this is episode 7-8 kind of stuff. Don’t give us this exciting storyline too soon, we might not be able to handle it. Of course, the Mexican guys figure that the best solution is to leave passive-aggressive notes around the house about pigs not cleaning the kitchen. When will the drama end?

NewChallenger: I don’t want to hear any jokes about how quickly the Mexicans take to cleaning up the kitchen.  Besides, my maid is from Ecuador.

The_Vortex: In another stroke of genius, the Mexican team decide to…wait for it… cover all of the other flags with the Mexican flag! Wow, what high level pranking! That’s really set the bar high…

FlagsGenki Sudo would be ashamed!

NewChallenger: In our first visit to the respective training camps, the coaches take some time to single out some promising fighters.  I don’t think I’ve seen that too much on previous seasons.  Fabrício Werdum praises Guido “Ninja” Cannetti, Marlon “Chito” Vera, and Bentley “El Doctor Bolivia” (these nicknames!) Syler.  Velasquez’s early favourites are José “Teco” Quiñonez, Masio “Lobo” Fullen, Yair “Pantera” (these nicknames!!!) Rodríguez, and Gabriel “Moggly” Benítez.  Smart way for the show to establish a few names for us.

It should be noted that this is the first time I’ve heard Velasquez speak Spanish.  It also needs to be noted that Werdum sounds like he’s much better at it.

The first bantamweight match-up is Teco versus El Doctor Bolivia and…wait…what’s this…

Weight cut drama?


Excuse me while I wipe the drool off of my desk.



I can’t handle this. Already, this episode is more exciting than the entirety of TUF 19. So, Teco, our gloriously moustachioed Mexican has weighed in at 136.4. It looks like we’re heading towards the danger zone.

It’s ok, though. Werdum pops up immediately, and tells Team Mexico to grab Teco a towel so he can strip off the rest of his clothes and lose that weight. He makes the 136 limit, but Team Latin America takes it to mean that Teco’s not in proper condition, and apparently his diet wasn’t anything to be proud of.

El Doctor Bolivia comfortably makes weight, leading to a pretty silly looking staredown. The most important part of the weigh-ins, though, is Team Mexico supported Teco by wearing the same glorious facial hair.

FilthyTeco Moustaches

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

NewChallenger: Syler lives up to his name by acting as a consultant for Team Latin America.  The others go to him for advice on dieting and supplement usage.  His patience has endeared him to his housemates.  On his unique career path, he muses: To fight, I only have these years.  To be a doctor, I have many years ahead in the future.

Teco styles his mustache to honour Emiliano Zapata, a revolutionary.  And that’s all you need to know about that.

The_Vortex: Werdum gives some final advice to his fighter, something about sticking and moving, and we’re ready to rock and roll. Teco is about 10cm bigger and rangier than his opponent, and also a fair bit younger. They’re both coming in with five fights experience, Teco on 4-1 and Bentley an unbeaten 5-0.

Crucially, I’m going to leave the all important job of identifying and locating hawt photos of our new ring girl to my Canadian counterpart.

The fight is pretty action filled, but Bentley quickly loses his control on the outcome. After spending the first minute successfully dragging Teco to the ground, he’s really unable to get him back there. A very nice kick to the body leads to Bentley backpedalling and eventually tripping into the cage. Teco flurries on him, and whilst he doesn’t get the finish, he’s definitely done some damage. Teco stuffs a desperation takedown, flips Bentley onto the ground, and wails on him for about a minute. With half the round to go, Bentley forces his way back to his feet. They circle, and flail wildly at each other. Bentley’s doing pretty well for himself here, with a couple of heavy leg kicks, and a combination that makes Teco drop to one knee. It’s not enough, though. A couple of punches lead to Bentley slipping over, and Teco leaps on him, raining down blows. Bentley fights it for twenty seconds-ish, but eventually turtles up. Chris Tognoni has seen enough and calls it. It’s a good stoppage, maybe a touch late on a re-watch.

Late StoppageReally, ref?  This had to go on for another ten seconds?

NewChallenger: As much as I love the drama, I’m glad that Teco made weight because we got a good opening bout to kick off the season.  The size differential played a big part in the outcome as Syler just couldn’t keep Teco down and whenever he tried to create distance he kept getting tagged.

Teco: The best part of winning the fight is the moustache, because it’s still there.  It didn’t suffer at all.

Teco VictoriousThere’s a cool tournament bracket graphic at the end, which I haven’t seen them use in a while.   Got to pull out the gimmicks for a potential new audience.

With control still in his grasp, Cain picks Moggly to face Diego Rivas.  Team Velasquez actually wanted Moggly to go first, but he tweaked his ankle.  That show of confidence could spell trouble for Team Werdum.  They’re already less familiar with each other than the Mexican squad.  Could a slow start send the entire operation off the rails?

The_Vortex: That episode had some of everything. Weight drama, passive aggression, glorious mustaches, a good fight. If this is what we can expect for the rest of this season of TUF: Latin America, sign me up!

Next week: Gabriel Benítez v. Diego Rivas!  Also, her name is Betzy Montero.

Betzy MonteroYou’re welcome.

Best Seat in the House

During the weekend of July 31-August 3, Mid-Atlantic Wrestling (in conjunction with the National Wrestling Alliance) hosted the 10th annual Legends Fanfest in Charlotte, North Carolina.  The events included a Hall of Heroes banquet, a four day convention, and a “Future Legends” wrestling camp.  I was lucky enough to be in attendance.  The four days were a blur, but I wrote down everything I could and this is the result


After getting on the #11 bus, it’s a straight shot up North Tryon to get to where I need to be.  The driver is helpful, though soft spoken.  Somewhere in our broken communiqué he understands that I need to get off at Hampton Church road.  It’s a good thing too since it’s a side road that I would have easily missed.

I take in the local scenery along the way, looking for any places I might want to visit later.  All I see are garages, nail salons and barbershops.  And I got my haircut before I left town.

I make it to the hotel.  An initial examination reveals no fresh chalk outlines.  That’s a good start.  I get my key and enter my room and immediately notice that it hasn’t been prepared yet.  I should go tell someone, but I don’t.  I’ve been on a bus for the last twenty four hours and I just want to lie down and think.


The last time I took the Greyhound to go somewhere it was a lot less packed.  You had your choice of window seats.  Then again, that’s because I was going to Calgary in the middle of winter, which apparently is not a prime vacation destination at that time of year.  That trip had a cool, subdued vibe.  I mean, I was still in Canada after all.  But heading down south had a different feel to it altogether.

First of all, the t-shirts.  I don’t know what it is about traveling by bus, but it brings out the best t-shirts.  “It’s our job to take your load…not take your crap!” one proudly proclaimed, a mantra for truckers everywhere.  A young man had another that read “The original celebrity chef” underneath the beaming image of Colonel Sanders.  And then, my favourite, “The best smelling pits in town”, which requires no explanation.  When you know you’re going to be spending hours on a bus, you may as well plan ahead since you know by the end of the trip you won’t care what you look (or smell) like.

There was one tense moment that’s worth mentioning.  Somewhere between Michigan and Virginia we picked up a fellow who had the unfortunate habit of singing along with whatever song he happened to be listening to on his ear buds.  Worse, he only seemed to listen to the same song over and over again and he only sang one part of that song.  It was maddening, though ignorable.  At a stopover, a Greyhound employee confronted him about it and then things got weird.  All I heard was the employee say “You don’t talk to me like that!  Your ride stops here, buddy.  I’m calling the cops.”

Sure enough, the cops arrived and asked the parties involved to step outside to discuss the matter.  The rest of the travellers sympathized with the singing man.  They said he wasn’t doing anything wrong and that if the employee had a problem with him he should have asked in a more polite manner.  However, someone who was closer to the conversation said that the singing man threatened to kill the employee if he didn’t back off.  Not cool.  The issue eventually defused itself.  There was some discussion of “disturbing the peace” and “jail”, but nothing came of it.

What really irked everyone was that our trip was delayed by over an hour and we thought it was because of that incident.  It turns out the next driver was just late.  After getting to know him better, we all realized why.  Even after everyone boarded, he took his sweet time meandering about the bus and then he felt compelled to explain to everyone why he was late rather than get going as quickly as possible to get back on schedule.  I’m pretty sure he was f**king with us intentionally.  Lord knows how these drivers deal with boredom.  He did tell a pretty good joke though, which I will share with you now:

A man goes to a science fair to check out the latest inventions.  The gadget that catches his eye is a robot that can tell when someone is lying.  He thinks it’s neat and purchases one for his house.

Later that night at dinner, the man sits with the robot and his family.  He asks his daughter, “What did you do today, sweetheart?”

The daughter replies: “Not much.  I went to the library with Lisa.  We studied for a few hours and then I came home.”


The robot punches the daughter right in the mouth!

The father nods, pleased that the robot works.  “Alright, alright, I know you’re lying.  Why don’t you tell me what you really did today?”

“We skipped the last class of the day and went to go see a movie,” the daughter confesses.  “Then we went back to Lisa’s place and then I came home.”

“Okay.  Thank you for being honest.”  He turns to his son.  “And what did you do today?”

The son replies: “I was at John’s house.  We watched some TV and played some video games.”


The robot punches the son right in the mouth!

The father nods.  “What did you really do?”

“I was at John’s house!” the son replies.  “But we didn’t watch TV.  We found some of his dad’s old girlie magazines and we looked through them.”

Laughing, the mother says: “Yep!  He’s your son, alright!”


Raise the Big Top

The Dr. Tom Prichard Future Legends Wrestling Camp was set to start at seven in the morning.  I showed up at a quarter to.  There’s nobody there, which is awkward since I don’t actually have access to the facilities at the Hilton University Place.  I consider beating on the glass door, but think better of it.  Wouldn’t there be wrestlers milling about?  After double checking my e-mail, I realize I need to head to the ballroom downstairs.  I don’t know about you, but where I come from most areas designed for physical fitness aren’t carpeted.

Wrestlers are trickling in now.  Several stop to say hello and shake my hand, likely assuming that I’m part of the camp.  I am, but not in the way they’re thinking.  I’ve signed on to be an observer, a role that allows me to be in the thick of the action without being an official part of the wrestling fraternity.  I understand this is an uncommon opportunity.  I’d brought my runners just in case I was asked to participate in any camp activity and now I suddenly wish I was wearing nicer shoes.

Seated at the opposite end of the room is an older gentleman who I assume is an observer like myself.  His name is Harrison.  We’re fast friends.  He’s from South Carolina, a lifelong wrestling fan and a staple of the local wrestling scene as far as I can tell.  He’s a physical trainer who deals with wrestlers all the time.  Definitely a good person to know in this situation.

Once I’m settled in, I’m able to take a better accounting of the room.  This is the first time I’ve seen a ring put up.  Let there be no misconceptions about the alleged trampoline-like qualities of a wrestling ring.  It’s thin, wooden slats on top of stiff metal.  Over the course of a long career, a wrestler will be asked to fall on it thousands of times.

Like any social situation, it’s interesting to see who does and who doesn’t know what they’re doing when it comes to assembling the ring.  Who takes charge and who sits back?  Should the veterans who paid their dues long ago still have to do this?  Should the newer guys take the initiative at the risk of overstepping their boundaries or exposing their rookie status?

There is a distinct lack of interesting hair, up top or facial.  I only see one dude rocking the 80s wet look.  He’s Ross from England, aka “The Muscle Cat” Saxon Huxley.  There’s also Plunkett whose long beard makes him the spitting image of Keith Jardine, and Steve Off, who in addition to having short spiky hair was blessed with naturally crazy looking eyes.  Maybe “blessed” isn’t the right word.

We start off with an old school roll call.  I make note of a few names I recognize and others that Harrison tells me to keep an eye on: Cedric Alexander, Rhett Titus, Chase Owens, Donovan Dijak, and Jaxson James.

The third observer, Glenn, tells me to keep an eye on Aaron Ritchie as well.  I ask him why.

“That’s my son.”

Show Me What Ya Got

The first drill is a dizzying sequence of Irish whips, drop downs, leap frogs, reversals, and vaults out of the corner.  The trainers point out that a drop down is meant to be an attempt to trip your opponent, which is something that never occurred to me in my years of watching wrestling because you never see anyone get tripped up by it.  The first of many lessons to come.

Inevitably, there are a few people that struggle with the drill.  It’s a test of cardio, agility, and core strength and I’m told that the mat has some give to it, which is making it hard to jump.  I figured this was their way of weeding out the stragglers, but something else happened entirely.  Wrestlers stumbled, tripped, fell down…and the ones on the outside only grew more vocal in their support.  This wasn’t a hazing, it was team building.  They were making adjustments, learning from each other, all the while picking the next man (or woman) up.  Keep in mind that they were all competing for a $2,500 camp scholarship (in memory of wrestler Reid Fliehr who passed away last year), not to mention the chance to stand out in front of four esteemed trainers.

That energy carried over into the camp matches.  The wrestlers were randomly paired up and told to put together a quick match, which was then immediately critiqued by the trainers.  Now, I tell myself, this is where the wheat will get separated from the chaff.  But again, that wasn’t the case.  Without an actual audience, the waiting wrestlers had to act as the crowd and they did so with gusto.  It was much appreciated too, because the trainers did not hold anything back.

“The schtick belongs out here.  Once you get in that ring, be a f**king wrestler!”  Les Thatcher says when he first sees Mike Sydal’s pre-match yoga antics.

“You cannot punch a girl in the face!”  Says Tom Prichard after Cedric goes after Chasity in their intergender tag match.  Over the next few days, the incident is brought up whenever Tom feels like busting Cedric’s chops.

With everyone looking so serious, Nigel McGuiness reminds the good guys that “It’s okay to smile.”

And Lance Storm reminds the bad guys of their basic motivation: “Why should you cheat?  Because s**t’s not gettin’ done.”

So it goes over the next four days, with every wrestler getting at least two opportunities to show what they can do.  Between the four trainers, they don’t miss a single detail whether it is a misplaced facial expression, a minor execution issue, or even unnecessary verbal outbursts.  When too many wrestlers call out to the crowd to cheer, Les warns that “The next person I hear say ‘Come on!’ I’m going to fine them ten dollars.”

It must be grueling having to sit through so many matches in a row, but I suppose that’s part of the discipline.  By the time the last of the first round of matches roll around, everyone is kind of burnt out.  All it took was a mental slip and a plain blue shirt to bring them back to life.

The Legend of Blue Shirt

If you’d asked me who would be the breakout star of the camp, Sean Deemer would have been somewhere near the bottom of my list.  At first glance, he didn’t have much of a physique.  He was quiet and based on what little data I had I wasn’t too impressed by his ability to get around the ring.  I took it as a bad sign that his match ended up being the last one of the first round of practice bouts.

Nigel had taken it upon himself to play ringside announcer and he called out the names of the participants.  First, he announced Anthony “All Good” Greene, who had already wrestled a match the day before.  He was solid, reliable, exactly the kind of guy I’d trust to have a good match with Sean.  When it came time to announce Sean, Nigel forgot his name.  He glanced over at him and said, “…and in this corner…uh…‘blue shirt’.”  Everybody chuckled.

Tom rings the bell.  Right out of the gate, the crowd starts chanting…

Blue shirt!  Blue shirt!  Blue shirt!  Blue shirt!  Blue shirt!

When a wrestling crowd starts getting behind something, it is like a tidal wave.  Eventually, everyone gets washed away in it.  Anthony and Sean had the crowd on the edge of their seats.  When Anthony used dirty tactics, we booed and hissed at him gleefully.  When Blue Shirt came back with a series of shoulder blocks, we leapt out of our seats.  To Sean’s credit, he never got caught up in the raucous reaction.  He stayed focused on beating Anthony and that’s all it took to keep us invested.  I looked over to the trainers to see Nigel with a big grin on his face shaking his head.  He knew what he’d done.  Even Lance was caught hiding a smile.

At the end, Blue Shirt got pinned because Blue Shirt had to lose.  It was a beautiful story they told where the hero dies in the end.  In losing, he earned our love forever…or at least for the next few days.  It was a practice match that nobody taped and so it will never be seen again.  And yet it was so much more than that.  The magic of wrestling in six minutes and a blue shirt.

This Boy’s Life

“The finish was a clusterF**K!”

Those are the words of Gerald Brisco after having watched a tag match end in confusing fashion.  The four young men involved stand in the ring and take their verbal whipping, the harsh words refining them like sandpaper.  Even if they know what they did wrong, they might not know what they have to do to fix it.  Aaron leans over the ropes, his face as calm as ever.  He’s been training for about six months.  This was his fifth match.

You can imagine how things went a day earlier.  Against Barrett Brown (a nice guy out of Texas with a mean scowl), Aaron struggled at the start of the match.  In particular, a sloppy looking arm hold caused Tom to have a conniption at ringside.  He actually had to press pause on the match to correct the action.  It’s not a good start, but any frustrations are put into a different context when Aaron is asked about his experience level.

“I hate you.”  Tom jokes when he hears that Aaron is just seventeen years old.

A handsome, athletic kid, Aaron certainly has the look of a person who might excel at sports.  He shows good moves in the ring even if he’s a long way from knowing how to string them together into a meaningful narrative.  And his demeanour rarely changes, which is both encouraging and worrisome.  On one hand, being able to shut up and listen is a rare and important skill for someone to have at such a young age.  On the other, he doesn’t look like he’s having any fun.

Harrison and I talk to Glenn to find out more about what drives Aaron.  As it turns out, Aaron is a young father.  His family (including his mother and his girlfriend) have come to the camp to support him but also to keep an eye on the baby while he is pursuing his dream.  Aaron is certainly not the only father attending the camp, but I don’t see anyone else tending to a stroller in between sessions.  His girlfriend even stops by to see how he’s doing.  She tells me that before she met Aaron, she didn’t have much interest in wrestling.

“Have fun in there,” I tell him, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him.  That’s advice I offered to every wrestler I got a chance to talk to.  Early on, the trainers present the harsh reality that we are living in one of the most difficult times for a professional wrestler to make a good living.  The WWE employs less than a hundred personalities (not including their developmental division NXT) that we see on Raw and SmackDown every week.  There are other North American promotions with a television presence, but the end goal for most wrestlers is a regular spot with the WWE.

Fun is not the number one priority at this camp.  For the younger guys, they need to do everything in their power to show that they belong and playing grab ass in the ring isn’t going to do them any favours.  For the veterans, they have to be thinking that it’s about time their love of the business translated into love from the business.  It’s great to be able to do something you’re passionate about; it’s even better to get rich doing it.

Back to Aaron.  I don’t know if he wants to wrestle because he thinks it’s cool or he’s always wanted to try it or he’s a natural being pushed into it or if he thinks it will put him on the path to fame and fortune.  What I do know is that he has one more mouth to feed, meaning he’s going to have to go from young man to young professional in a hurry if this is truly what he wants to do for a living.  I wish him the best of luck.

The Art Of Two Elephants F**king

It’s no secret that everyone was tight on the first day.  Some stumbled through the drills while others were lacking punch during their matches.  Cue Dr. Tom Prichard.

With most of the organization and paperwork out of the way, Tom is free to get down to the brass tacks.  When he sees something done wrong, he leaps up, tussles his hair and stomps around half-lecturing, half-demonstrating.  As he goes over the subtleties of bumping, I marvel that he can still do them at all.  It’s a tricky, painful technique, but he knows it’s the only way to make sure they learn to do it right.

“The business is a mindf**k!” he says, reinforcing the notion that if you want to be a wrestler you better know what you’re getting into.  “You don’t know who the next star is until he becomes the next star.”  Any one of the forty wrestlers in this camp could make it big someday.  Maybe none of them will.  Tom isn’t concerned with that.  His job is to teach these guys and girls how to work a crowd and how to do it without breaking their fool necks.

He warns us about some potentially foul language he’s going to use to discuss what he considers to be needless risks.  Two women immediately leave the room.  He asks us to imagine stepping outside of the hotel and seeing two elephants having sex.  You’d presumably be in awe and eager to rush back to your friends to tell them, “Holy s**t, there are two elephants f**king!”

Five minutes later, you go out and see them again you’d probably think “Holy s**t, those two elephants are still f**king!”  But after the third, fourth, fifth time…it would lose its effect.  This is what happens when wrestlers try to put too much into their matches.

“Ten pounds of s**t in a five pound bag” Les says, adding further sophistication.

You lose the story and when you lose the story, you lose the audience.

Tom can’t help but get his blood up when he sees something wrong.  At one point, a particularly confounding tag match sees him assuming the roles of all four men.  He’s hitting the ropes, bumping on the mat, fighting for the tag, executing a one-man comeback…it’s amusing, but amongst the fun and games is a lesson on using instinct and common sense.  “React.  Don’t act.  Draw upon your real experiences.”

Glenn notes that Tom loosened up on the second day of camp, which helped to loosen everyone else up.  He also makes note of the words on Tom’s shirt:

You can try.
You can take your best shot.
Or you can do whatever it takes.
Which one are you?

“A good wrestling match is like good sex.  It starts with foreplay and builds to a climax.”

I came in not knowing much about Les Thatcher.  Now he might be my favourite person in the whole entire world.

I’m not just saying that because he took the time to come over and check on the observers, though that certainly helped.  Even if he hadn’t said two words to us, I caught more than enough of his sound bites to come to the realization that my world is a much better place with Les in it.  Let me explain.

Les got his start in the sixties, long before I was born and long before I even had any concept of what wrestling was.  Like most kids my age, I was drawn in to the Hogan-Warrior-Savage WWF era, which is well removed from the southern style that was being celebrated that weekend.  I have no concept of where Les comes from.  Somehow that didn’t matter.  Somehow in listening to his stories I came to understand that the fundamentals he grew up with and now taught still formed the basis of the wrestling that I enjoy to this very day.

It helps that his stories are frequently hilarious.

During the opening drill alone, he drops several lines meant to motivate the wrestlers and get them to settle down.

“You might catch a sentence or a word, but you won’t get the story.”

“It’s about seconds and milliseconds.”

“Slow.  Down.  Are you guys double parked?”

“That Superman whiff in the corner is bulls**t.”

Okay, that last one might have just been mean.  The bottom line is that Les gets the job done and he expects his charges to do the same.  When preserving an art form, there is little time to mince words.  As a lifelong wrestling fan that only recently started going to live shows, I can appreciate the urgency of his lessons.

“If people want to watch the WWE, they’ll stay at home,” he says.  “On the independent scene you have to tell a story to get them to buy a ticket and come out for the show.”  In other words, you’re fighting an uphill battle.  How do you get people to pay to see you when there’s a proven product they can catch on television for free from the comfort of their living rooms?  It’s all in the telling.

Les speaks with the kind of tone where his compliments and his insults have equal impact.  You never get the sense that he’s too angry nor that he’s overly enthused.  After another tag match, the four wrestlers await Les’s verdict.

“You guys frightened me,” he starts.  “You listened.” Relieved sighs all around.

Two Bucks and a Compliment Will Get You a Soda

Here’s a shocking revelation for you: I’m not Gerald Brisco.

After watching the matches or seeing a wrestler do particularly well with a drill or lesson, I’d make sure to give them a metaphorical pat on the back.  A good match here and a nice work, buddy there.  It never hurts to say nice things to people especially when you’re dealing with a hard working bunch like this.  That said, kind words from a stranger can only go so far.

What these wrestlers really came for was the sage wisdom of their trainers, especially one Gerald “Jerry” Brisco who was listed as one of the guest coaches on the Future Legends website.  Jerry is one of the talent scouts for the WWE.  He’s got a wide body, like a box.  When he smiles, he smiles with his whole face and when he talks you get an earful of that Oklahoma drawl.

Now I don’t know what his level of involvement was supposed to be at the camp, but he was advertised in the same paragraph as the other trainers.  One would reasonably infer that he would be working alongside them.

He ended up attending the camp for about half a day.  Put yourself in the wrestlers’ shoes.  As incredible as it must have been to learn from Tom, Les, Nigel, and Lance, one of the most exciting aspects of the camp was the possibility of talking to someone with a direct line to the biggest wrestling company in the world.  It’s one thing to be able to draw upon the rich history of traditional wrestling to improve your skills; it’s another thing entirely to be able to ask Jerry what one might need to work on to make real money in this business.  Some people can toil away in this business for years without knowing why they haven’t got that phone call from New York.  One conversation with Jerry could change their whole lives.

I’m not calling Jerry out as I understand he likely had other obligations to attend to.  His son was wrestling that weekend.  There were dozens of his friends who he likely hadn’t seen in years.  Stuff like that would reasonably shove a camp full of rookie wrestlers to the backburner.  It’s just unfortunate is all.

When I bring up the issue with a few wrestlers (not to mention having to deal with a larger than expected camp roster, which limited their in-ring and 1-on-1 time with the trainers), most of them just chuckle and repeat one of the business’ most common refrains:

“Card subject to change.”

“You can choose not to listen to any of us and do it your way.  You’ll be wrong, but…”

One thing I had to make sure not to do when I got the camp was mark out.  I gave myself a minute or two to get excited about meeting the wrestlers and the trainers, then I had to settle the f**k down.  It worked.  Except for when it came to dealing with Lance Storm.

Lance is a hero of mine.  He’s always represented Canada with pride and he’s one of the most respected wrestlers to have worked for the three major American companies of the mid-90s to early-00s (ECW, WCW, WWE).  He is constantly communicating with his fans on Twitter while also maintaining the sanctity of the business.  Most importantly, he stepped away from being a full time wrestler to focus on his school and spend time with his family.  The wrestling world is filled with stories of men and women who hung on too long just for the sake of glory or to keep the cheques coming in.  Lance chose not to become one of those people.

Lance is as hands-on a trainer as you can get and when he talks wrestling he swears a lot.  He’s also much funnier than people think:

Tom: “Look, I don’t go to the gym as much as Lance, but…”
Lance: “Really?”
Tom: “F**k you!”

Demonstrating proper technique is like a nervous tic for Lance.  Rather than talk your ear off about how to do something right, he’ll take a few seconds and just show you.  I see him taking students aside in between the practice matches to help them work out their kinks.  Even during the Q&A, as soon as he hears a question that he can answer by getting physical you know he’s going to do it.  Plunkett asks him a question about chops and I see Lance put down his coffee cup.  He’s going to chop this dude’s beard off.  Just when I think my prediction will come true, Lance stops short and gives Plunkett a light tap on the chest.  Lesson learned.

His other tic is a verbal one.  “For some reason you can’t put a match together without saying ‘f**k’.”

Despite the foul language (or perhaps because of it), Lance never fails to get his points across: Engage the audience intellectually.  Make them feel what you feel.  Don’t take unnecessary bumps when building up to one good one will get an even better reaction.  Somewhere in the middle of his teaching, I muster up the courage to ask him a question that I’d been pondering for years regarding a fan made list of the best wrestlers in the world that Lance once took great umbrage too.  Keep in mind, this was thirteen years ago.

Lance smirked.  “The DVD [Death Valley Driver] 500.”

I was happy he remembered and I wondered if his feelings changed at all with fans being “smarter” to the business than ever (or at least thinking they are).  Does it matter if we know who is responsible for a good match, who carried the heavier load?  Or should we just take what we see at face value?

Lance’s viewpoint is relatively unchanged: Unless you’ve been in the ring with someone, it’s impossible for you to know how good they actually are.  It’s possible to paint in broad strokes.  For example, you don’t need to be in the business to know that Bret Hart is a better wrestler than say…me.  But once you start comparing Bret to Steve Austin or Steve Austin to Ric Flair or Ric Flair to Harley Race…what’s the point?

“Do you enjoy that painting?”  Lance asks.  “Good.  Enjoy it.”

It’s a satisfying enough answer for me.  If we accept that wrestling is art, then we must also accept that there is room for subjectivity.

“What about lucha libre?”  Someone asks, bringing up the Mexican style of wrestling that is worlds apart from what they’re teaching at this camp.

Without missing a beat, Lance responds coolly: “I don’t understand lucha libre.”

That settles that.

“Are you going to pick those up?”
“Pick what up?”
“Those names you just dropped.”

I felt pressure to ingratiate myself with the wrestlers even though I had signed on strictly to observe.  It is a delicate balance, roaming amongst the wildebeests without disrupting the herd.  Often, the mere sight of me writing in my notebook was enough to raise eyebrows.  It helped that it has a shiny, garish cover with the words “Don’t Quit” in ornate lettering.  It looks more suited to scribbling bad poetry (of which there is plenty) or writing about how Sally gave me a funny look in third period today.  But it was a gift from a dear friend of mine and the message on the cover, while cliché, is also timeless and perfectly suited to the environment I found myself in.

“What are you writing about?” they’d ask.  It was harder to answer than you might think.  This started as nothing more than a personal collection of observations and amusing quotes that I could blog about for the sake of posterity.  But every time someone came up to express their curiosity or support I realized that I might actually have to write something that other people would want to read.  Regardless, it became a great way to start conversation.

The other method that served me well was mentioning wrestlers I’d seen in person.  The first time this happened was completely by accident.  During one of the Q&As, I asked Lance Storm a question about whether a wrestler needs to change their act if they’re getting a reaction from the crowd, but it’s not the reaction they’re looking for.  The example I used was Toronto native Brent Banks who plays a total s**t heel much to the delight of the crowd who laugh and cheer his exploits.  The bottom line was that if he’s trying to get booed then he needs to do something different.

After the session, Farhan Faruqui walked up to me and said he knows Brent and just like that we’re talking.  Farhan immediately stood out from the crowd due to his dark, foreign complexion and a bright orange shirt he was wearing (that combined with his body type prompted Lance to tell him that “you gotta clear orange with Taz.”).  He mentions that he knows Sebastian Suave.  Suave runs Smash Wrestling, one of Canada’s most respected promotions.

Gradually, I chipped away at the barrier between fan and wrestler until I got to know everyone well enough to give them the “smile and nod” when I passed them in the halls.  Some of them never warmed up to me completely, which is understandable.  Others (particularly the Canadians because we’re a kind, gentle folk) were much more forthcoming and I’m proud to call many of them friend.

By the fourth day, even the most reserved wrestlers (including Chase Owens, the man responsible for the header quote above) warmed up to me.  I respect that most wrestlers probably doesn’t have time to spare on folks intruding on the business.  But all you have to do is ask the right questions.  And occasionally pick up the alcohol.

The Doctor Is In

One dilemma that Harrison and I faced was finding good places to eat.  He works in health and fitness and I’m cheap.  There were plenty of places to eat around the hotel, but it was essentially a crapshoot as far as knowing what locations would be able to satisfy both our dispositions.  In one such diner, we ran into one of the wrestlers who we recognized immediately because…well, wrestlers just have a different way about them.

Dan Rodgers works out of Scotland.  Like most wrestlers, his dream is to make it big in America.  Unlike most wrestlers, he has a career as a doctor waiting for him at home.  He currently takes shifts at the hospital to make ends meet.  Unfortunately, his license doesn’t carry over to the United States so it’s not as simple as just moving over here and doing the same.  We’re about the same age, so I can relate to the urgency one starts to feel about deciding what to do with the rest of your life.  Go back home to a steady job or stay the course with the notion that that big break is just around the corner?

To Dan’s credit, he does a brilliant job of using his real life to inform his character.  He tells me about how he’s thinking of cutting a promo revolving around religious skepticism.  I remind him that we’re in the Carolinas.  He does it anyway.

People pray.  Fine.  But who do they pray to?  They pray to God.  Do you know how much that insults me as a doctor that you pray to God?  Was it God that busted his arse for five years in medical school?  Was it God that was doing a hundred hour weeks?  Was it God that was jumping up and down on your Gran’s chest saving her life?  No.  It was me.  It was Danny Boy Rodgers.  And you remember that.  ‘Cause whoever gets in that ring with me…when you’re down on your knees and you’re begging and you’re pleading and you’re praying…don’t pray to an imaginary man in the clouds.  Pray to me.  Because as far as you’re concerned, in this ring, between those ropes, and under those lights, I AM GOD.

Powerful stuff.  It works too.  A couple of other wrestlers go up and base their promos around him and how doctors failed to take care of their loved ones.  When promo work gets that personal you know you’re doing something right.  Sometimes all you have to do is be willing to take that risk.

Wrestlers Are Just Normal Folks Like You and Me, But Cooler

There are three girls at the camp: Tessa Blanchard, Jessie Kaye, and Chasity Taylor.  They immediately stand out and not just because they’re female.  Tessa is the daughter of    Tully Blanchard and the stepdaughter of Magnum T.A., two wrestling legends.  At nineteen, she’s already building up a following.  She and Chasity even get a booth during the Fan Fest to take photos and sign autographs.

Chasity surprises me.  After going through Tom’s body parts group twice, I joke that she must be a submission expert by now; as it turns out, she actually does aim to be a submission stylist, which you wouldn’t expect from a petite blonde with the nickname “The Southern Sweetheart”.  She’s also a line dancing enthusiast, whatever that is.

Jessie has a more muscular, brawny look in contrast to Tessa and Chasity.  During the opening workout, she gets in the ring with Dijak, the tallest man in the class.  She’s fearless.  When I ask her what it’s like to be one of the only girls here, she says “I don’t wrestle like a girl.”

Ross (the aforementioned Muscle Cat) hails from England, though he’s currently plying his trade in California.  His persona is based around being enlightened or operating on a higher wavelength or taking the red pill or some such thing.  It’s pretty much an excuse for him to call the audience a bunch of slobs, which is always fun.  Other than that he’s a great guy.

Chase and Rhett Titus came into the camp with impressive credentials and they didn’t disappoint.  Between the two of them, they’ve wrestled for major companies including Total Nonstop Action, Ring of Honor, and New Japan Pro Wrestling.  Chase even made a brief appearance on an episode of SmackDown.  You can tell they’re on another level from the majority of the camp, but they don’t carry themselves with any sort of ego.  They face off twice at the camp and on the Saturday night show, putting on the most well wrestled matches both times.

Mattia Thomsen and Travis Cole hail from Calgary, Alberta.  Travis trained with Lance (as did fellow campers Dan, Ross and Troy Tollison), while Mattia is following in the footsteps of his wrestling family.  He has some difficulties during the camp, particularly when it comes to mustering up the emotion required to cut a proper promo.  “I’m supposed to be talking about who I am…I’m nineteen years old!  I have no idea who I am!”

Later, we joke about how cool it would have been to base a promo around existential dread.  Sure, it might have convinced people to crawl into their tubs and curl up into the fetal position as opposed to purchasing tickets to a wrestling show, but it would have been memorable.

Anthony Greene was my pick to take home the camp scholarship.  “All Good” had to wear many hats during the camp.  He wrestled three times, stepped in to referee when Nigel got banged up, and was the first to volunteer when it was time to do promos.  I wasn’t as privy to his day to day performance as the trainers, but just based on my observations he would have been the one.

Josh Powers looks like John C. Reilly.  But don’t tell him that.  He doesn’t like that.

Logan Sutherland doesn’t say much.  He’s another camper who doesn’t look like a wrestler at first glance.  I ask him if he’s enjoying the camp and he responds with a monotone “I love it.”  Good talk.  It’s not until I’m sitting with him and watching the first show of the weekend that he opens up.  He has a lot to say about what’s going on in the ring and I realize that he’s a fan like me (albeit a fan with the guts to actually step between those ropes and give it a go).  He’s not here to talk about himself, he’s here to talk about wrestling.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by the passion that these guys and gals have for the business.  Ask any of the trainers a question and you’ll get three different stories.

A question about Brad Armstrong strays into discussion on the “it” factor, the 10,000-Hour Rule, the look, Chris Hero, and nutrition.

Another question about bumping strays into a discussion of different eras, punching, Jerry Lawler, Memphis, and head shaving.  It’s not just the trainers either.  Chase has an endless array of stories about his matches and I’m sure he’s not the only one.  This is what happens when you’re dealing with people who make a living off of tall tales.

On the last night of camp, several wrestlers are hanging out and searching for something to watch on YouTube.  There are no viral videos or crazy news stories or remixed memes; the one thing everyone wants to watch is bad wrestling promos.  All day, every day, these folks live and breathe the business.  And line dancing, apparently.

Here, There Be Giants

Surrounding the Future Legends camp was the 10th (and unfortunately final) Mid-Atlantic Wrestling Legends Fanfest.  That meant a who’s who of wrestling royalty could be seen passing through our modest ballroom, including Dusty Rhodes, Rocky Johnson, Joey Malenko, Kevin Sullivan, and, of course, Ricky Morton.  Some thirty five years after the start of his career, Ricky is still a rock star.  My own personal encounter with him was certainly…memorable.

Ricky: “Man, it smells like seal pu**y over here.”
Me: *silence*
Ricky: “You want to know how I know what seal pu**y smells like?”
Me: *silence*
Ricky: “I’m a perverted motherf**ker.”

When not showing off his zoological expertise, Ricky was busy infecting the young wrestlers with what would become the unofficial “gang sign” of the Future Legends training camp, a sequence of slaps and shoulder shrugs punctuated by the phrase “Bubba…sheeeeeeeit…” (here’s the Muscle Cat with a demonstration)

As for Dusty, arguably the biggest star of the weekend, he stuck around to watch the camp in action.  Of course, even legends get distracted from time to time.   After Ethan Case got through doing a series of exhibition moves, he walked over to me and said “You know what the best part of that is?  I just did all that and Dusty didn’t look up from his phone.”

Tully Blanchard and Lanny Poffo were nice enough to stop for a pep talk and to answer questions.  It was a busy weekend for them as they were also inducted into the Hall of Heroes (the other honorees were Ox Baker, Gerald Brisco, Tommy Young, Joey Malenko accepting on behalf of his father Boris, and Tully along with his Four Horsemen compatriots Arn Anderson and J.J. Dillon).

“Does that make sense?”  Tully had to keep asking.  He’s straight and to the point so I can understand why he might worry about being misinterpreted.  Aspects of wrestling that are common sense to him could sound like another language to wrestlers of today depending on their influences and where they trained.  “Think shoot and work.”  Another phrase he repeats.  You’re working together, but you’re competing.  Mindf**k.

It takes a certain kind of person to play a villain, to carry themselves with that demeanour even in retirement.  To be a “flaming f**king a**hole”, as Tom puts it.

“I wasn’t likeable.” Tully says.  He was damn good at his job and he knew it, but that meant not being fully appreciated for it.  “I wanted people to respect my abilities.  Because then when I would cheat, they’d hate me even more.

Think shoot and work.


In stark contrast to Tully’s brevity, Lanny has made a career out of the gift of gab.  He lit up the Hall of Heroes banquet with a speech that was equal parts poetic and bawdy, but always entertaining.  Thankfully, he left something in the tank for us.

Lanny has a natural, booming voice.  It’s incredible.  I almost laugh when he asks if the camp can hear him in the back.  Every word he says is annunciated perfectly.  You get the sense that this persona is a put-on except that it’s never, ever off.  He has a plane to catch, but not before sharing a couple of priceless stories with us.

The first is about his late brother, “The Macho Man” Randy Savage.  Every wrestling fan knows about Randy’s classic encounter with Ricky Steamboat at Wrestlemania III.  It remains the template for the modern WWE main event style match (despite not being a main event itself).  Even though he would go on to become a multiple time world champion and a top superstar for years, that match is still considered by many to be his crowning achievement.

According to Lanny, Randy always wanted to top the Steamboat match.  He had plenty of great matches in his career (his Wrestlemania VII tilt with The Ultimate Warrior being a particular favourite of mine), but Wrestlemania III always lingered.  That event occurred in 1987 and he retired as an active competitor in 2000.  For thirteen years, he couldn’t get away from Wrestlemania III.  That doesn’t mean he didn’t try.

Randy knew that there was one guy on the roster who could help him recapture that magic: Shawn Michaels.  He planned an elaborate match, but the WWF said “No.  Too old.”  For whatever reason, they’d made up their mind about keeping him on as a commentator and nothing more.  So Randy made up his mind too.  When his contract was up, he went to see World Championship Wrestling, the second biggest wrestling company in North America.  He set up a meeting and sold himself in a one hour presentation.  They signed him and Randy would go on to win four more world titles.

“Even The Macho Man didn’t win them all,” Lanny said.  “But he did better.”

Lanny wasn’t one to take things lying down either.  During his early days with the WWF, he knew his career was stagnant.  As “Leaping Lanny Poffo”, he was well liked, if not memorable.  It wasn’t until he transformed into the arrogant and calculating “Genius” that he was able to come into his own.  He continued with the poems that he had become known for (though they were now designed to infuriate the crowd) and developed an effete walk, which only made him more detestable.  It was something he had to practice, much to the shock of his then wife.

“You have the guts to do that?”  She asked.

“I don’t have the guts not to!”

When you’re up against the wall, sometimes you have no choice but to run right through it.  Or in Lanny’s case, gingerly prance around it.

Tainted Love

On the third morning, the remnants of the Hall of Heroes banquet were still present.  I got the feeling that the camp was going to be pumped up after what they saw the previous night.  That is, if the festivities didn’t take too much of a toll on them.

A scratchy voiced Tessa ambles up with a weary look on her face.  The after effects of performing Wannabe at James Mitchell’s karaoke party.  I’m sorry I missed it, but not as sorry as I am when I heard about Nigel McGuiness.  Apparently did a stirring rendition of the Soft Cell (or Gloria Jones, if you’re so inclined) classic Tainted Love.  My only major regret of the weekend was missing that performance.

(Please take a minute to read Nigel’s thoughtful account of the weekend)

I’ve mentioned the extreme level of specificity that the trainers were able to go into and nobody exemplified that more than Nigel.  The minute tweaks that he would suggest to the students were borderline insane.  He would always start off by saying “Just a couple of little technical things…” before proceeding to put on a clinic on the finer points of headlocks, wristlocks, reversals, facial expressions…no detail was considered insignificant.  It’s that dedication to perfection and individuality that will make you stand out as a performer.  Nigel would know.  He was nothing if not original.

“What would everyone else do in this promotion?  I’m not going to do that.”  When you’re struggling to get noticed, you have to think like you’re playing Scattergories: Only unique answers are rewarded.  When Nigel was first starting out with Les, he dubbed himself “The Ironman” Nigel McGuiness and he would literally walk around with a clothes iron.

Les: “What the f**k are you doing?  Is this guy on LSD?”
Nigel: “You laugh, but when Gabe [Sapolsky, the founder of RoH) heard about me he said ‘Is that the guy with the iron?’”

Near the end of the Q&A session, Les praised Nigel for the enormous success he had in his career despite Nigel falling just short of the WWE (reportedly a lingering injury scared them off).  But like Lance, Nigel looks happy and healthy.  He left the business when he wanted to.  He’s formed priceless relationships.  He mentions getting to know a fan named Mandy who regularly sends him random messages like, “My dog fell asleep on my pillow.

“Brilliant!”  Nigel exclaims.

If I may paraphrase Lanny: You can’t win them all, but you can do better.

Back For The First Time

You might think I’m burying the lede here, but the camp was such a satisfying, strange, and involving experience that the Fanfest and Hall of Heroes banquet were almost an afterthought.  Besides, there are smarter people than me to put all of that in the proper context.  That said, the experience was not lost on me.

Thanks to the quirks of random seating, I got placed at the table right next to the stage.  I was closer than Barry Windham, Paul Orndorff, Adrian Street…I could only imagine them wondering “Who the heck is this punk and how did he get such a good seat?”  I kept waiting for someone to tell me there’s been a mistake.

I had the pleasure of getting to know the legend at our table: Danny Miller (of The Miller Brothers) and his lovely wife, Karin.  They were a tag team that existed well before my time.  I was so grateful that Karin was willing to share stories of Danny’s career and his travels and even how they met (perhaps the most extraordinary part of all since Karin was born in Germany.  They’ve been married for 54 years).  Even after seeing all of the legends up on that stage, the people that left the biggest impression on me that evening were Danny and Karin Miller.

Which makes it all the more inexplicable that I couldn’t be arsed to say good-bye to them when the night was over.

The inductors and inductees all did a fantastic job of keeping the crowd engaged.  For me, the best was Jim Cornette.  Jim is a wrestling personality who I’ve seen and heard on television, online interviews, podcasts, etc., but I’d never had the privilege of seeing him in person.  He was presenting a plaque to Tommy Young, one of the most respected referees in history.  It takes a special kind of speaker to shine the spotlight on someone whose job was to stay out of the way.  Jim knocked it out of the park.  This might sound like a sanctimonious thing to say especially considering where I was, but I swear during his speech I felt The Holy Ghost.  I had to shake his hand, tell him how much it meant to me.  I have no idea why that seemed so important at the time.

After rudely interrupting Jim just so I could have my moment, I realized that I’d missed the Millers leaving.  I walked around looking for them, asking if anyone had seen them, but they’d presumably gone up to their hotel room already.

But hey, at least I got to shake Jim Cornette’s hand.


Karin had mentioned that they might attend Saturday’s matches, but I scanned the room and couldn’t see them anywhere.  It was on my mind all day.  To think, us Canadians are known for our manners.  I had brought shame to my country.

It made it hard to focus on the matches, though I recall them being enjoyable.  Mickey Gambino (a camp participant who I didn’t even recognize due to a superb shift in mannerisms) got things started against Wes Brisco.  Jessie got called up as a replacement to wrestle Amazing Kong, one of the most intimidating female wrestlers in the world.  It looked like they genuinely beat the crap out of each other and by the end of the match, Jessie’s nose was bloodied.

Chase and Rhett stole the show while Cedric had an exciting match with former TNA Heavyweight Champion Chris Sabin in the PPV main event (there was a second live main event that could not be televised due to one of the teams being currently signed to TNA).  With all due respect to my camp boys, the match that stood out to me the most was The Rock n’ Roll Express versus Bobby Fulton & Tom Prichard.

You have to understand that for the most part I’m a child of modern WWE programming.  These days, wrestlers on television are dour and serious and overly concerned with looking cool, not to mention that they have to deal with multiple layers of corporate oversight.  You rarely see them get crazy.  Not Bobby Fulton crazy anyway.  That’s a whole new level of crazy that I wasn’t ready to deal with.

I’m not going to pretend that the tag match was some kind of technical masterpiece.  It was driven by comedy and nostalgia and the commitment of all four men to do whatever it took to give the people their money’s worth.  Maybe there was too much stalling, maybe having Bobby and Ricky’s kids at ringside was ridiculous, but for me the whole thing was aces.  At one point I made eye contact with Bobby who was in full fury and I felt genuine fear that he might climb up to my seat and crack me one.  Seeing Bobby, Tom and The Rock n’ Roll Express in action leaves me longing for a time I never even experienced.  That seems as good a way as any to sum up this trip so far.

When the show was over, I glanced around the room at the departing crowd.  Just a few rows down, I spotted Karin.  Our seats were on two separate platforms so I had to hop across to get to her.  I wasn’t missing a second opportunity to thank her for her time.  I apologized for leaving so abruptly the night before and she signalled for me to lean in closer.  I thought it was so we could talk over the buzz of the crowd, but she pulled me in for an embrace.  It was truly an honour to meet her and Danny.  There are people I’ve gone to school with or worked with for years who I barely remember.  I spent a few hours with the Millers and I won’t ever forget them.


Sunday was even more of a showcase for the camp.  In addition to Cedric, Chase, Mickey, and Rhett working again, Joey Janela wrestled Wes Brisco while Chasity and Tessa wrestled each other.  It was a treat seeing the cheery Chasity switch roles with the more severe Tessa.  I made sure to jeer Chasity with as much bile as possible, which she would later thank me for.  Only in the world of wrestling can you yell “You suck!” at another human being and have them be grateful for it.

Even better, the rest of the camp was involved in an over the top “Future Stars Battle Royal”.  I was on my feet the whole time, much to the chagrin of the folks sitting behind me.  I could see Cheeseburger hanging in there, Travis blatantly mugging for the camera, Will Ferrara and Ethan battling to be the last man standing.  There were legends scattered amongst the crowd, cheering them on.  Ethan won, but it had to be considered a victory for the whole camp.


After the matches, everyone does what they can to make themselves useful.  The wrestlers are taking down the ring for the last time and carrying it out to the truck, which leaves the rest of us to awkwardly stack chairs around the ballroom.  I team up with a woman named Rachel to clear the upper level, but we don’t make much progress.  We get to talking.  Rachel is training to become a wrestler.  I’m starting to think everybody around here is.

Hanging Moss

In a perfect world, I would write about every person I spoke to and every encounter I witnessed, if only to crystallize that weekend.

Lost amidst the larger than life heroes was the unsung staff that kept everything running smoothly.  Zack Salvation (a former wrestler acting as a ‘producer’ for convention and the weekend shows) tells me that the real pain in the ass was organizing the photoshoots.  For example, Ricky Steamboat had to do 177 pictures.  Each picture takes 6-7 minutes to print.  Steamboat was only available for three hours.  Do the math on that and what you’ll get is a broken clock.

Bob Keller is a booker, promoter, organizer, and generally important person who never seemed to be far from the ring.  On Saturday, a fan came to him with a ring bell covered in signatures to show off to Bob.  The problem is that the bell belonged to Bob and it had been stolen from him four years ago.  The fan was aware of this, but chose to flaunt it anyway.  After much hemming and hawing on the fan’s part, Bob decided it just wasn’t worth the trouble and let him keep it.  There are some battles you’ve won before they even start.

And then there’s Greg Price, the man behind it all.  He was like a ghost all weekend, though I hadn’t really been looking for him.  I’d been told that he preferred to stay behind the scenes, to let the talent soak in the glory.  He had a hand in almost everything that happened that weekend, so whether he was looking for it or not, there was plenty of praise to be thrown in his direction.

If you’re wondering, Jessie ended up winning the camp scholarship.  She had a hard time on the first day and I know she improved by leaps and bounds.  Enough to have that hard hitting match with Kong anyway.  Most importantly, she didn’t seem to have much time for my questions, which should have been a good indicator that her eye was on the prize the whole time.  Even without her life’s story, the sight of her tearfully accepting the award while surrounded by wrestling stars from different eras summed it all up better than I ever could.


Monday morning waits for no one.  I packed my bags, taking solace in the fact that while this was the end of my adventure for now, the incredible people I’d met are continuing to pursue their dream of making it in this impossible business.  I was heading back to reality; the Future Legends camp is their reality.  There comes a point in every relationship where you cross a line and for better or for worse, you can’t go back.  I like to think that’s what happened to my relationship with wrestling while I was in North Carolina.


On the way back north, I end up getting the same bus driver as before.  I’m thrilled to see him.


At least he has another joke loaded up for the trip back:


A man and his wife are in need of a new mule.  They’re poor, so they have to settle for the cheapest one they can find.  They are offered a strong, healthy looking mule, with the only caveat being that the mule is extremely religious.

“If you want the mule to go, you have to say ‘Praise the Lord!’  If you want him to stop, you say ‘Hallelujah!’”  The mule salesman instructed.

“Okay.  We’ll take it.”  The man says.

The man and his wife are travelling along the road when an insect stings the mule on the backside, sending it running wild!  “Hyah!  Hyah!  Hyah!  Stop!”  The man yells at the mule.

Seeing a cliff up ahead, the wife remembers the salesman’s words.  “Honey, the mule is religious!  What were you supposed to say?”

“Oh, that’s right.  Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!”  Sure enough, the mule froze in its tracks.  They had stopped just short of going over the edge of the cliff.

Seeing how close they were, the man wiped his brow and exclaimed: “Praise the lord!”

The Ultimate Fighter 19: Team Edgar v. Team Penn – Week 12 Recap

An all fight episode always leaves me feeling a mixture of disappointment and happiness.  At this point we’ve learned everything we’re going to learn about the fighters and the majority of the episode is in-cage action.  It doesn’t give me a lot to write about.

On second thought, that makes it about the same as every other episode this season.

Team Colours

Team Edgar
Team Penn

Cathal Pendred starts us off with a philosophical question: would performing in the competition be easier if the fighters weren’t distracted by emotional ties?  It’s a topic that has come up in the past, with some guys saying that the personal stakes are what drive them to compete at such a high level while other guys thrive without the weight of friends or family depending on them.

More specifically, he asks Roger Zapata how the TUF experience would be different if it weren’t for his girlfriend waiting for him back home.  The way it’s phrased and the way they shoot the scene, it kind of feels like Pendred is coming on to him.

BJ Penn’s talk with him is less flirtatious.  His staff is predicting that Dhiego Lima will try to take the action to the ground.  All Zapata has to do is stay patient and “sit him down”, as he puts it.  John Hackleman responds with a “that’s what she said”.  I’m not sure that one works.

Because both fighters have shown strong striking skills (well, Lima anyway), Zapata predicts that this could be the fight of the season.  Why would you predict something like that?  I recall Joe Lauzon saying that he never aimed to get any of his “Fight of the Night” awards because that usually meant that he got f**ked up in some capacity (I’m paraphrasing).  How about guaranteeing a good performance first and let your opponent worry about what they’ll decide to do, huh?

In another episode, Tim Williams did everyone a favour by informing us that he needed to take a dump.  Following in that grand tradition is Lima:

What I’m gonna do here is just get a bunch of vegetables, put it on the juicer and then juice it.  Drink that.  Eat some protein, like some eggs and then a piece of toast and I should be ready to go.  That way I got plenty of time to digest.  The only thing is the toilet in the morning, you know…the toilet feels it. (laughs)

What is with these guys telling us about their bowel movements?  Is it at all related to everyone sleeping all the time?  Who thought all these shots of human beings in their most inert state would make for good television?  It’s a good thing I’m past the point of caring since these questions will never be answered.

Zapata RestingZapata: “For all my fights I stay in bed for as long as possible…”

Sleeping MattMatt doing a spot-on impression of people watching this show.

Roger Zapata v. Dhiego Lima

Lima’s leg kicks are on point early on, but it’s Zapata who lands the first big blow.  He lands a right hand just as Lima throws a body kick.  It puts Lima on his butt, much to the excitement of Team Penn.  He’s careless going in though and Lima catches him with an arm bar.  Just thirty seconds in, this one is over!  Zapata definitely suffered some sort of arm injury.

Lima Arm BarHerb Dean getting some Tim Sylvia flashbacks here.

In the locker room, Lima’s team celebrates how much money he’s in for since he’s the most likely candidate for the Knockout and Submission of the Season.  Up until that point he was the only fighter to win by either method.

Lima Advances“The Iceman” Chuck Liddell pops in to give Daniel Spohn some pointers on how to keep the action where he wants it to go.  I miss Liddell.  Still, I’m glad he retired.  Maybe it’s just because I haven’t seen him in a while, but he seems much cheerier and more eloquent since he stopped having his brain shut down by concussive force.  Funny how that works.

Matt Van Buren says the personal beef he had with Chris Fields made him fight too aggressive and…wait, that was him fighting aggressive?  Speaking of delusional comments, Zapata takes a moment during the season ending celebration dinner to declare the cast to be the future of the UFC.  There’s a terrifying thought.  Van Buren is upstairs trying to relax before fight day and he gets in one last good line: “Don’t eat my pizza you mark ass tricks!

Daniel Spohn v. Matt Van Buren

I’ll give Spohn credit.  He looks like he knows what he’s doing in there.  More specifically, he is good at executing a game plan.  Van Buren is more of a “go with the flow” type and Spohn is all over him to start.  The problem is that much like in the quarterfinals, Spohn prioritizes control over doing damage or finishing the fight.  Van Buren gets out.  You can’t help but feel that Spohn’s lack of activity is going to cost him.  He does get another takedown, sealing a 10-9 first.

Spohn connects with a counter left to start round two that causes either a knockdown or a slip.  Either way (surprise, surprise), he doesn’t capitalize.  Van Buren rocks Spohn with a flurry and then slices his head up with elbows after stuffing a desperation takedown attempt.  Much respect to both men who start throwing hay out there.  Even Dana White is pleased.  He anoints it the Fight of the Season.  Van Buren smacks Spohn with a straight right and he’s had enough.

Van Buren KOThat’s right, I have actual finishes to gif!  FINISHES!

Mark Coleman does his best to console Spohn right after.  Spohn thinks it might have been an early stoppage, but it wasn’t going anywhere good for him.  He’s a smart, thoughtful guy.  Stoppages like that will keep him that way.

Van Buren Advances

For those of you keeping score at home, your finals are:

Middleweight – Eddie Gordon (6-1) v. Dhiego Lima (9-1)

Light Heavyweight – Corey Anderson (2-0) v. Matt Van Buren (6-2)

That’s four Team Edgar fighters!  That’s only the second time this has happened in a two-tournament season (TUF Nations: Canada vs. Australia had an all Canuck finale) and the first time on an American version of TUF.  Congratulations Frankie Edgar, you join the illustrious ranks of all time great coaches Chael Sonnen, Antônio Rodrigo Nogueira, and Matt Serra.

Sunday, July 6, 2014: Matt Van Buren v. Corey Anderson!  Dhiego Lima v. Eddie Gordon!  BJ Penn v. Frankie Edgar!  Penn and Edgar fought each other on two PPVs, once as the headliner.  Now it’s being given away for free on a Sunday evening.  Think about that for a second.

My picks are Anderson, Lima and Edgar.  Always Edgar.

As for the season itself, there’s no reason to continue to kick dirt all over it.  From the lacklustre cast to the over the top promos (“critics agree it’s the best season yet!”) that included a commercial telling viewers to tune in for an eye poke, everything just reeked of going through the motions.  I confess that writing these recaps and trying to critique the show was a slog especially when you could read a one paragraph summary of the show and come to the same conclusion I did: TUF 19 was a pointless waste of time.

I expect the discussion over the necessity of TUF to continue even though I doubt it will ever be cancelled due to its value to the FOX Sports network.  Just as the atrocious TUF 16 set the stage for an overhaul of the series, the weakness of TUF 19 will only make TUF 20 shine brighter.  The ratings are going to spike next season with two fresh and relevant coaches and the first exclusively female cast.  Add in the intrigue of the tournament winner also becoming an instant UFC champion and you have the recipe for the biggest comeback since TUF 4.  From the buzz I’ve seen, it sounds like everyone is planning to catch at least a few episodes.

None of that justifies the UFC having to crank out mediocre seasons like this one.  They need to become more adventurous with the format, especially when it had to be obvious from the first day of filming that this cast didn’t have much to offer.  Take advantage of the fact that this is a reality television show and not documentary programming.  Manufacture situations that allow the fighters to show their true personalities for better or for worse.  Make the show fun again.  It might not be real, but if this season was an honest in-depth look at how fighters live day to day, then give me fantasy anytime.

The Ultimate Fighter 19: Team Edgar v. Team Penn – Week 11 Recap

Entering this season, I knew little about Cathal Pendred besides the fact that he held a title in Cage Warriors, he’s Irish, and his name is difficult for us North Americans to pronounce.

Eleven episodes in, all I know about Cathal Pendred is that he held a title in Cage Warriors, he’s Irish, and his name is difficult for us North Americans to pronounce.  Oh, I think he said something about having studied to be an engineer or a doctor or some such thing.  I can’t remember.

Not only has this season failed to entertain or produce a potential star, it hasn’t even been able to help in promoting a fighter like Pendred who already had considerable buzz before appearing on the show.  Even knowing that he would eventually lose to Eddie Gordon in the semi-finals, the makers of the show have to be aware that Pendred still projects as a valuable commodity in the future especially when he returns to his natural weight class.  As it stands, I’ve been given no reason to care about him or Gordon or any of the other fighters for that matter.  The Ultimate Fighter has long been one of the UFC’s last reliable and controllable outlets for manufacturing personalities and now it can’t even seem to get that right.

Team Colours

Team Edgar
Team Penn

Pat Walsh wants more practice time so he decides to talk to Mike King about working with Team Penn.  This isn’t going to cause any problems whatsoever.  You may recall back in season 5 when Nate Diaz went to train with Team Penn prior to his match-up with Corey Hill, his teammate at the time.  And that didn’t…oh wait, Diaz was ostracized by his teammates and called a traitor.  But you have to think Fat Pat is easier to get along with than him.

I like that Walsh isn’t intimidated by the technical acumen of Corey Anderson.  Once you get in that cage, there are so many variables that sometimes the advantage goes not to the man who prepares to do everything right, but the man who is ready when the action goes haywire.

If I were Team Penn, I wouldn’t Walsh training with my guys.  Daniel Spohn is still in the competition.  What if he faces Walsh in the finals?  Team Edgar’s worst fears are realized as they show us clips of Walsh telling the other team about his training partners.  You know you’re on camera!  It goes to show you that even the people on TUF 19 don’t care about TUF 19.

Anderson has no choice to confront Walsh about it the next day while Gordon and Ian Stephens look on.

ObserversDon’t mind us.  This is getting good.

Putting the format of the show aside, I’m with Walsh.  We say it all the time: MMA is not a team sport.  He has to look out for himself.  You can see Anderson back off when Walsh starts to get upset, which is lame.  Especially when you consider that he and the others tattle on him to Frankie Edgar later.  I would have liked to have seen Walsh tell his teammates to screw off.  Diplomacy does not make for exciting television.


The confrontation carries over into the locker room.  Walsh is forced into the humiliating position of getting dressed down in front of everyone, though I’m not sure that was the intention.  Everything Ricardo Almeida says sounds like he’s angry because he’s Brazilian.  It’s too much for Walsh and he has to take a powder.

Exit WalshF**k this I’m leaving!

Nobody wants to see the fat kid getting teased to the point of crying.  Edgar and Almeida calm him down, though he’s not allowed to train with the other team anymore.  I’m not sure Edgar did the right thing there by accommodating his team’s complaints.  Sounds like the squeaky wheels got the oil.  Stephens says he can see both sides of the argument.  He’s always offering a reasonable viewpoint, which is probably why he’s not featured on the show all that much.

The fight

About a minute into the fight, Walsh does that thing where a guy gets clipped and then smiles.  That’s the universal sign for “you got me now please don’t hit me again because I’m kind of f**ked up right now.”  His Keith Jardine-esque countering style doesn’t stop Anderson from landing.  Walsh is in all kinds of trouble.

The first is a clear 10-9 for Anderson.  Walsh actually starts the 2nd round off strong, tagging Anderson with some wacky hooks.  It’s…kind of fun to watch?  He’s either driven by creativity or a concussion.  Either way, Anderson sticks to the gameplan and turns things back in his favour.

Swing & A MissThis makes me laugh.  I don’t know why.

The story of all three rounds is Walsh flailing around and Anderson doing enough to win without endangering himself.  Look, nobody wants to be the guy who rushes in and gets caught at the last second (*cough* Pat Barry *cough*), but…damn, do you want this or not?  Anderson’s utter lack of finishing ability is not going to ingratiate him with Dana White.  Going into the third, his own corner yelled at him to finish the fight and he was up two rounds!

Walsh is rocked badly by a knee.  It looks like he doesn’t know where he is.  Anderson refuses to go for the finish.  Refuses.  I should be impressed by his dominance.  I’m not.  White isn’t.  Even Anderson is subdued when his hand is raised.  Congratulations on making it to the finals.  Good luck convincing anyone to care.

I know I’m being too harsh.  I’m defending Walsh’s selfish actions while condemning Anderson for fighting smart to guarantee his spot at the finale.  But I really feel that Walsh did everything in his power to prepare himself against a bigger, more highly regarded opponent (Anderson was the top light heavyweight pick).  Anderson, on the other hand, fought well enough to make Walsh look bad, but not well enough to make himself look good.

It goes back to what I was saying at the beginning.  The show hasn’t been showcasing the fighters.  At the same time, the fighters haven’t been giving them much to work with.

Just one episode left.

Anderson Moves OnNext week: Roger Zapata v. Dhiego Lima & Daniel Spohn v. Matt Van Buren.

The Ultimate Fighter 19: Team Edgar v. Team Penn – Week 10 Recap

Since the comments section is clearly composed of readers who take pleasure in seeing a man break down week by week in service of an increasingly irrelevant reality television program, I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for the continued support that motivates me to keep doing these posts.  I also want to take this opportunity to tell you how much I hate you all for the continued support that motivates me to keep doing these posts.

I believe it was Herman Melville who wrote: …from hell’s heart I stab at thee.

Team Colours

Team Edgar
Team Penn

Time to get drunk!  No, not time for me to get drunk.  I mean, I probably should.  You can if you want.  I can’t stop you.  Whatever helps you get through this.  But what I’m talking about here is the quarterfinal round being over and now that half the cast is out of the competition (barring some sort of injury or disqualification) that means everyone can let loose.  Heck, it looks like the guys are still in the competition are indulging.  One of the benefits of fighting at a heavier weight class than normal is that you can you do some s**t that is terrible for your body and still be a pound under when you hit the scale.

Spoon!Cathal: “I was up there trying to sleep, get my rest up.  I got a fight comin’ up.  The lights go on, I pop my head up and I just see Hector.  I don’t know what he was doin’.  He was just makin’ a lot of noise.

Amidst the drinking, there’s more discussion and dispute about everyone’s strategy.  Matt Van Buren agrees with Daniel Spohn: It’s about winning a competition, not necessarily showing what a good fighter you are.  He’s not wrong.  The problem lies with the format of the show, not necessarily the fighters themselves.

Van Buren: At least he wasn’t just pissed about my fight.  He’s pissed about all of ‘em.

Chris Fields and Hector Urbina get into it over Cathal Pendred beating Urbina with wrestling.  I can’t believe in the year of our Lord 2014 fighters are still using “he just laid on top of me” as an excuse for not winning a fight.  It’s your job to get up from the mat.  Yes, it’s incredibly hard but it’s also hard for the offensive fighter to get into that position in the first place.  You were on the bottom.  You lost.  Now can we please stop arguing about this before things get ugly?

More SlappingBest stand-up we’ve seen all season.

In the spirit of great TUF dialogue, Tim Williams tries to get “Let’s get busy!” going.  I’m sure we can all agree that it’s no “Just let me bang, bro!” but what is?  Also, bum rape.

Strangler AttacksChris: “My wife…ah…she’s going to be disappointed about that one.  But it won’t be the first time I’ve disappointed her so we’re okay.”

SpankingGod help me, it loops perfectly.

The Morning AfterAnd he didn’t even stay in bed with him.

With five of his eight fighters advancing, there’s a funny moment in training where Frankie Edgar tells Pat Walsh and Corey Anderson to spar lightly and Walsh fakes throwing a haymaker.  It’s a good way to break the tension since they’re actually matched up in the semi-finals!  Walsh says he couldn’t find a better partner to simulate his upcoming opponent.

Stuff like that gives me hope for this cast.  I also like Eddie Gordon’s attitude regarding Pendred.  The Irishman is a big name and rather than be intimidated, Gordon knows that a win over him (even in an exhibition) would do wonders for his career.

Dana White takes the guys down to the MGM Grand Arena to fire them up.  This would have meant a lot more in the past.

MotivationThat’s right boys.  Play your cards right and you could one day be in the co-main event of a Fight Pass exclusive card in Bolivia.

Pendred and Gordon both talk about the options they had outside of fighting.  Yeah!  That’s what we want to see!  A fight between two guys who could be doing something else.  Feel it!

The fight

They certainly come out with more energy than we’ve seen in previous episodes even if the results are less than ideal.  A couple of scrambles result in neither man gaining much of an advantage.  Pendred throws a terrible wheel kick…and it actually connects!

Wheel KickEat your heart out Edson Barboza!

Pendred stays aggressive.  He ducks in and gets a huge takedown.  As I said above, it’s hard to blame the guys on top for measuring their ground and pound and not taking risks to advance.  There isn’t a single fighter on this show who is any sort of threat from their backs.  I feel the impetus is on the guy losing to change things up.  A second takedown all but guarantees a 10-9 round for Pendred.  BJ Penn tries to get an “Eeeeeelboooooow” chant going to little success.  Pendred almost gets a rear naked choke at the close of the round.

Just when I think Gordon has nothing to offer, he actually manages to get Pendred down with a pretty nice looking shot.  Prior to that, Gordon had been on the defensive almost the entire fight.  He’s less active on the top than Pendred, though it’s likely that he’s in control long enough to even the score at one round a piece.

Entering the final frame, both guys are exhausted.  The output is much greater than we’ve become accustomed to seeing on this show.  Penn does a great job of riling his team up to get behind Pendred.  There’s a lot less to score in the third round and the fight could go either way.  I lean towards Pendred who seemed crisper and cleaner.  Gordon gets the split, which doesn’t cause much controversy.  It was that close.

Pendred is too emotional to do the testimonial after and I don’t blame him.  He was the man to beat entering this competition.  I’m comfortable saying that he showed enough to get himself a multi-fight contract with the UFC, which he would have got based on his reputation alone without any help from TUF.  Gordon is completely respectful to Pendred afterwards.

Huh.  That wasn’t a bad fight.  That wasn’t even bad episode.  It wasn’t particularly good either.  I feel like…I might have enjoyed myself?  Ha!  Take that, commenters!

Gordon Moves OnNext week: Pat Walsh v. Corey Anderson.  Also, I consider quitting while I’m ahead.

The Ultimate Fighter 19: Team Edgar v. Team Penn – Week 9 Recap

I just got a great idea for the next edition of TUF: Nations.  USA v. Brazil.  Obvious, I know.  What’s changed is that we now have the perfect person to act as a coach for the Brazilians who is also comfortable with American television.

The recently retired Chael P. Sonnen.

Now that he’s more popular than Neymar (obligatory World Cup reference) over in Brazil, what better person to bridge the gap than our favourite fighter/broadcaster/hype man/coach/cheat?  In my dream scenario, he puts together a team with some of my favourites from the three TUF: Brazil seasons and other unsigned Brazilians for a second shot at UFC glory.  They’d go head to head with eight Americans and the winners would get two guaranteed fights in the UFC.  The losers are entered into a Bellator tournament.

Mr. CharismaWho doesn’t want to see more of this?

Sound strange?  I’ll do anything to shake up the format at this point.  Or maybe I’m just fantasizing too much about the TUF 19 cast getting their asses whipped.  Dana White joins me in the love fest this episode.

Team Colours

Team Edgar
Team Penn

Matt Van Buren (Team Edgar, 5th overall) starts us off by airing a list of grievances he has with his opponent Chris Fields (Team Penn, 8th overall).  Nobody is happy this season!  He even goes as far as to crib Sonnen’s anti-Anderson Silva boasts: “It’s going to be a one-sided pounding and I’m the one swingin’ the hammer.”  If you’re going to steal, steal from the best.

His rival Fields has been underutilized on the show despite having some interesting hooks.  Fluky win to get into the house.  Irish.  Bad teeth.  Okay, maybe not so interesting.  He believes all fighters are selfish, a comment that could extend to athletes in general.  BJ Penn says that he picked Fields due to his heart and mindset.  He neglects to mention that Fields was the last fighter left.

A comment from Fields about how he’s been fighting “elite level guys” prompts me to take a quick glance at his record.  No surprise he’s competing a weight up for the show.  Some of his name opponents include Jack Mason (Won), Pavel Kusch (W), Jesse Taylor (L), and Norman Paraisy (Draw).  Better than I expected, I’ll admit.

Van Buren’s past is unfortunately not littered with big name MMA competition.  No, his upbringing was spent avoiding falling into the trap of his drug using friends.

Gutter CrazyDrugs, you say?

He trains at Alliance MMA, which provides some frame of reference for us North Americans.  Amongst the list of names that he regularly spars with is Chris Leben so that means he’s guaranteed to win.

Cathal Pendred is worried that Fields’s emotions will get in the way of his performance.  It doesn’t help when they overhear Van Buren planning an elaborate victory celebration.  He plans to climb over the cage after he finishes Fields.  Fields tells Pendred that he’s going to come out as aggressive as possible.  Ha!  I’ll believe it when I see it.  Fields says Ireland will “lose their s**t” if he and Pendred make the finals.  Again, I’ll believe it when I see it.

They are not making it easy to love these guys.  Van Buren thinks that his willingness to openly express his dislike for people makes him a “grown ass man”.  There’s something to be said about utilizing discretion and carrying yourself with dignity, but what do I know?  Fields doesn’t fare much better in the congeniality department, believing that “sob stories” are a dumb reason for a person to become a fighter.  Yeah, how dare these guys use fighting as a way to triumph over tragedy and adversity?

The other day when I was at the cinema I caught the trailer for the new Transformers movie.  My brain shut down completely as it was going on.  It was just a blank screen and white noise.  I’m that numb to the sights and sounds of that franchise.  I feel the same way during the pre-fight hype on TUF.  I couldn’t even tell you if these guys were speaking English.

Ireland v. AmericaIs there anything on this show that doesn’t feel contrived?

The fight

Oh yeah, Fields really comes out swinging like a mad man…

WhiffMirko Cro “Crap”.

Van Buren and Fields are content to trade shots in the clinch and I do mean “trade”.  They make no effort to stop each other’s attacks, Fields going with uppercuts and Van Buren attacking with knees.  Van Buren’s corner is shouting at him to pummel but he completely ignores them.  When they separate, Fields is able to connect on some kicks.  It’s impossible for him to capitalize on the range though since he has no counter striking whatsoever.  Whenever Van Buren gets close, Fields just keeps backing up until he hits the fence.  If Van Buren had any hands he’d be able to knock Fields out cold.

In between rounds, Van Buren says he feels flat.  I doubt Fields is doing too well either since his corner proceeds to slap the s**t out of him.

Corner EncouragementI wouldn’t mind doing this to the people who put this season together.

The two fighters exchange lacklustre takedowns with neither managing to gain control for any significant period of time.  They are determined not to listen to a word from their respective corners.  Hell, even after the fight they don’t listen!  Mark Coleman implores Fields to stay standing and look strong for the judges.  Fields immediately responds by sitting on the stool and not getting up.

Van Buren scored a couple more takedowns than Fields and that’s enough to give him a majority decision win.  I notice that he’s not climbing over any cages.

The one good thing I’ll say about this episode is that it put Dana White and the fans in complete agreement on something for once.

White: Nothing interesting or exciting happened.  You guys had to sit through it and watch it.  The last thing you want to do is hear me remind you of how f**king uneventful it was.  I feel like this is the season of guys that just don’t give a s**t.

That about sums it up.  The only point I’d argue is that we didn’t have to sit through it if they’d just reduced it to a highlight (or in this case, lowlight) package and fill up the rest of the program with more human interest stuff or stupid reality show challenges.  Do something!  White has even made a point not to shake hands with several of the winners this season.  He just reads the result and stomps off.

The TUF mindset is that they think that they’re going to get around the same number of viewers every year so it doesn’t matter what they do; I’ll counter by saying that’s how shows get cancelled.  If you assume the audience will always be around, you will find yourself sorely mistaken and out of a job some day.

White wants to cut through the crap for the semi-final picks.  He goes as far as tell Frankie Edgar and Penn to not even bother to give their suggestions because he’ll make the fights.  The match-ups are secondary to his search for an answer regarding the dull performances by these fighters.  It is awful that we’re in the 19th season of this show and White still has to yell at people to motivate them.

It was Daniel Spohn who got this boring bandwagon rolling.  He says his next fight will be exciting.  The tone of his voice doesn’t change in the slightest the whole time.  This cast is atrocious.


Cathal Pendred v. Eddie Gordon
Roger Zapata v. Dhiego Lima

You can tell that they love Lima and not just for his effervescent personality.  He was the only guy to get a finish in the quarterfinals.  If Zapata beats Lima, I might throw something.

Light Heavyweights

Corey Anderson v. Pat Walsh
Daniel Spohn v. Matt Van Buren

White says he’s just going to erase everything that he’s seen and move on to enjoy some new fights.  If only we could all do the same.

Van Buren VictoriousNext week: Pendred v. Gordon.  Also, I try and give myself a head injury.