I have seen hundreds of Darth Vader tattoos, but I honestly can’t recall having ever seen one of his face. Even if I have, I’ve never seen one this good. In my opinion Bojan Curcic is one of the very best black and grey tattooers in the world.
Frank Shamrock tries his hardest to show Tim Kennedy and Luke Rockhold how to promote a fight the MMA way. They are fighting each other in the main event of the Strikeforce card on the 14th of July.
I personally love this approach to fight promotion, sticking its tongue out at the stereotypical videos of fighters ranting about how they want to kill each other, and doing their best angry faces. Who’s to say you can’t be a pro fighter and still be a gentleman? Manners may not sell tickets, but it’s fighters like these guys, Rich Franklin, Brian Stann, and Kenny Florian that remind you that martial arts isn’t all about beating people up and shouting into cameras.
Bad boys will always have their place in MMA, and there are plenty of them that I love, but we should celebrate MMA’s modern violent gentlemen.
It’s been a little while, but there’s a new MMA Origins article on Bloody Elbow. Entitled Ken Shamrock, The World’s Most Dangerous Man, it is unsurprisingly a look at the career of one of the most underrated legends of early MMA. Some people forget just how great Ken Shamrock was back in MMA’s infancy. People tend to remember his 3 one sided beat downs at the hands of Tito Ortiz (when he was WELL past his prime, yet still fighting in the UFC), instead of his wins over legends like Matt Hume and Bas Rutten (twice).
Yes he fought Dan Severn wearing pink speedos, but YOU try telling Ken Shamrock to change his pants.
As you may have noticed by now, we are rather fond of anything Star Wars related, and a good Star Wars tattoo is pretty much the epitome of awesome to us.
This fabulous piece made my nerd gland secrete sweet geek juice all over my computer.
Every soul who comes to earth with a leg or two at birth must wrestle his opponents knowing its not what is, but what can be that measures worth. Make it hard, just make it possible and through pain, I wont complain. My spirit is unconquerable. Fearless I will face each foe for I know I am capable. I don’t care whats probable, through blood sweat and tears I am unstoppable.
The TV gods punished me last night by putting Face-Off on at just around my bed time. I made the mistake of starting to watch it which led to me losing two hours of my life. I think that only Con Air has stolen as many late night hours from me. No matter how many times I watch those terrible but enjoyable movies, I can’t quit once I have started watching them.
I don’t know what voodoo magic Nicolas Cage was playing with in 1997, but it sure as hell works on me. The bastard. Speaking of Mr Cage…