At a recent weigh-in at a hotel in Philadelphia the Blue Team [the congregation of out-of-town opponents] were crammed in with the hometown big club Red Team, the favorites, scheduled to win any decision and given an enclosed warm up area that provides full viewing access to our fighters warming up.

But at the hotel we were all together, so I got to speak with rival coaches and a bubble-butted mother of a female fighter from a big Gracie-affiliated school. Such schools, like promoters in boxing and MMA make more money off of having successful amateur fighters who attract fans/paying members to the school. Where the promoter makes his money on the front end the schools make it on the back end. The entire reason for forming the UFC was nothing but a showcase for BJJ, to prove it was a functional art. After that, all the Gracies except for crazy Henzo concentrated on teaching and getting rich in the merchant sense. Their non-Gracie affiliates have learned this lesson—better to have a hundred paying students than a one-time pay-out fighting a dangerous guy like you.

As this fight venue showed, the link between MMA and porn is deeper than Kimbo Slice, with aggressive marketing of a men’s club where porn actresses on dance tours are billed as draws alongside promoted fighters. The ancient Romans would have made sense of this, as combatants in spectacles and actors were considered to be socially, identical to whores. One amateur fighter is making money selling T-shirts.

However, being paid to fight as an amateur is a breach of every state athletic commission’s rules.

Enter Butch Storm the Stunning, mutant daughter of the bubble butt mamma I was conversing with, who looks like a cutie when she lets her hair down but like a beast in the fight-night cornrows. My main problem with female MMA is that the winner is almost always the one who is more man-like. Hopefully transgender assholes will ruin all female sports and restore women to themselves. In the meantime we have this shit show.

The main club, everything stacked in their favor, large professional staff coaching groomed fighters against guys from garage gyms coached by a friend or sparring partner. This club, during weigh-ins joked and joshed a lot, having a good time, with their top fighters exuding arrogance and disrespect, one pro whining like a bitch about his weigh-in, a man with zero character for some reason gifted by God with the body of a gladiator.

The big club had two girl fighters, one Butch Storm—who, if I were rich, I might hire as a bodyguard—who was supposed to fight this little bitty girl at 115 but showed up chugging on liquid and weighed in about 30 pounds heavy. Then, in front of all of us, including the Athletic Commissioner, she offered to pay the other girl “two thousand dollars” to take the “amateur” fight.

The Commissioner was rightfully indignant and cautioned this dumb bitch who then started jawing at him like some savage foodstamp mamma. The scuttlebutt around the weigh-in was that the Main Club would be paying the money, that these two former pros running this thing, used standout amateur fighters as walking, talking billboards to sell expensive enrollment packages. These assholes are corruption incarnate and are attempting to seduce as many young women as possible into becoming cage fighters—two legged pitbulls with tits.

I must say that it was then an honor to be in the Blue Team warm-up room as the favorites walked through to check us out and held conclave in their elite space. Our girl was nice and sweet and hard working and was coached by a father and son team and actually beat the favorite, as did half of our men. It was refreshing to be in the bottom 5% of men in terms of combat ability in a room, which gives me some hope for the future of men—then it occurred that attacking manhood is a mere prelude to the ultimate war on womanhood that will wrest reproduction from men and women and place it in the iron claws of corporations and governments. And to this end I find female prize-fighting suspiciously aligned with the System’s war on masculinity, to make of every newborn an actual, fiscal child of the State, conceived, gestated and birthed by the Corporation licensed to own them.

Most social critics see our government system as a “nanny sate” but I see it as the “daddy state” married to the mothering corporations who will acquire full reproductive control of humanity by the end of this century.

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