You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Female ultimate fighting.
It’s a freak show. It’s a circus act. It’s the elephant man in the carnival booth.
Society likes women sweet and feminine and free of black and blue marks.
Women bleeding and punching the day lights out of other women is a cultural taboo, except for the Manhattan subway system at rush hour.
In Pakistan woman can’t even drive. You think they are going to let women shed their burkas and start throwing leather?
In the USA Mixed Martial Arts, and Ultimate Fighting is the new king of pay per view sports.
MMA has relegated the once sweet science to the back pages of the sports section.
Men fighting men in a cage with practically no rules is what fills the seats and packs the sports bars.
And now mixed martial arts has crossed the line and signed its soul to the devil.
Women fighting women.
The arm bar. Eye gouges. Kicks to the DARE I SAY IT vagina.
It’s all fair in female ultimate fighting.
And the new star of this blossoming blood sport is Ronda Rousey.
Do you like hurting people? the Real Sports reporter asks Rousey.
She is seated on a couch. She is blond and sexy. She looks dangerous and she has a slight twitch like a cornered wolverine.
“No I don’t like hurting people. But this is a fight,” she says with a smile. “We are not baking cakes. I’m not making a pie.”
She may not be making pie, but she is getting a slice of it.
She is a major draw, getting top billing.
She is sexy and violent and calmly methodical as she talks about popping arms out of sockets.
Like many athletes she posed for ESPN’s body issue. She is wearing nothing but pink tape.
Yowser!
“Exposure means exposing yourself,” she says. “It is not Playboy.
No one should see my cash and prizes for 5 dollars,” she quips.
Whether you like women fighting women, you have to love her story. It’s that of a survivor, a fighter, a self promoter. She was a swimming champion as a young girl. Her father committed suicide when she was young. She went on to win a bronze medal in the Olympics in judo. She returned home broke, out of work. She lived in her car. She tended bar. She wanted to fight. MMA said OK.
Now she’s pummeling people, exercising Demons, packing arenas and sports bars.
She made $150,000 for her last fight. It’s not what the top men get, but it’s better than tending bar.
Is she the new Danica? Not yet. Women racing is different than women fighting.
And that is crazy.™