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12-23-2010, 01:54 AM
IITT'S TIME!
The nominees have all been chosen by YOU and if necessary narrowed down by the staff.
Polls will be open until January 6th 2011!
Post of the Year 2010:
Plazz - 2 wins away from GOAT:
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Yeah I usually go to GIF's to get a gist of the entire fight too.
I can't believe a fighter who's only been around for like 2 years could already have so many topics about him become outrageous beatings of horse corpses (:cool: )
He's had 6 fights, 2 of which are complete negatives (1 loss and Min Soo Kim, cmon) One against a 45 year old LHW, one against someone who the OP is completely shitting on (when he was in his prime might I add, and not the fat slob he is now) One against someone who the OP again doesn't rate very high, except for when used in Lesnar debates, and one that was an utter ass kicking for a solid round, and a nice tired sub for the win.
I truely call troll on these threads, not because I think the OP is a troll, but because they're so fanboy that they can't be rational, and really, can be applied to almost any HW right now.
Why don't we have this thread about Cain? His rise, IMO is MUCH more meteoric (hell he's not even using his sheer size like Brock, dudes wicked skilled). Or JDS, someone who's just making minced meat out of ranked and reputed HW's?
Or better yet, why not make these threads about Fabricio Werdum? I mean we always say to be the man you gotta beat the man, and what did he just do? We also can't say that's his only highlight of his career. He's on a pretty hot streak right now. I'd probably go as far as to say the people he's beaten/fought in the last 3 years are better then those Brock has.
Bail - FLD 113 write up
alright I will try to do a quick rundown of the trip.. hopefully I can remember everything.
Friday I arrived at the airport in montreal at 3:30pm.. only had about 2hours of sleep on Thursday.. felt like shit.. I get in a cab to go to the hotel.. driver doesnt speak english. I tell him to take me to the delta hotel by the bell centre.. he doesnt know where the bell centre is.. and just kept repeating 2 addresses.. I was going to just pick 1 random... 50% chance of being right.. but instead I called neg2 for the address..
I get to the hotel neg2 and philivey are the only ones there.. they are already drinking... so I join them.. we finish up all the beer.. just as everyone else started to arrive.. so we went out to find a liquor store.. only place near by was some crappy convenience store with a shitty selection and overpriced beer. We all buy a 12 pack or so.. go back to the hotel.. lots of talking and drinking..
We order pizza to the hotel room.. $56 for 3 large? or something like that.. get more drunk... order pizza again later.. yup we are smart. I dont remember if we ordered the 2nd time before or after we went out to clubs.. Neg2 got declined entry to one of the clubs.. so me neg2 and superman went looking for a pub or something.. found 50 clubs or so.. no pubs.. eventually gave up and headed back to the hotel to drink more.. I ran out of beer.. so I started to steal aarons since he was still at the club.
When everyone came back from the club.. milkkid was super hammered lol.. which is funny because they werent gone that long haha.. dont remember much more after that.. but in hindsight we should have drew dicks on milkkids face when he was drunk.. missed opportunity for sure.
Neg2 was rooming with philivey.. phil went to bed earlier.. and neg2 didnt remember their room #.. he had 2 door cards.. and he tried every door on the 7th floor twice.. eventually gave up and crashed on milkkids floor..
Next day.. housekeeping woke us up banging on the door.. and I instantly thought about how fucked up we left milkkids room lol.. when housekeeping went there..erik couldnt get rid of her.. so he just left to go downstairs.. when he was in the hallway he heard her scream "OH MY GOSH!" lool.. the place was pretty bad.. probably 50-60 beer cans/bottles.. cigarette butts (no smoking rooms lol).. 5-6 pizza boxes.. pizza crust everywhere..
Feeling pretty hung over.. me miles aaron and superman catch a cab to go to some jew deli.. we get there and theres a huge lineup going outside.. so we say fuck it and go to some shady pizza joint for poutine... too hung over to eat much.. I think miles was the only one that finished his poutine.. probably because he was scared the french guy was going to kill him if he didnt like it...
After that we met dan hardy outside the bell centre.. he told me daley was gonna win rd1 ko.. he was wrong.. but daley almost got a 4th round ko.
I think after that we went and bought more beer.. on our way to buy beer... aaron gave a homeless guy some money for a hooker... after that we started to drink again in the hotel room.. we had a couple beer and headed to the bell center.. well in line milkkid went inside a bar near by to use the bathroom.. he comes back and suggests we go for shots instead of waiting in line.. so me superman and milk go do a bunch of shots.. luckily when we came back we were almost near the front of the line.
The event itself was awesome.. almost every fight was amazing.. very good card.. probably card of the year. The people in front of us were pretty annoying... aaron trolled one of them for like 20mins.. telling him koscheck would beat GSP lol. The same kid aaron was trolling was crying about kimbo fight being a bad stoppage.. he said "WHAT A SHITTY STOPPAGE.. KIMBO BLOCKED EVERYONE OF THOSE PUNCHES". This kid was like 4' tall.. he stood up waving his hands around like an idiot for like 90% of the event... him and his friends were also drinking beer with a straw.. like it was apple juice or something.
During the kimbo fight (I think).. some queers got into a fight in the crowd like 20 feet away from us.. it was some caesar gracie shit.. 3v1 or something.. couldnt really tell because it was just a cluster fuck of people.. during the fight we all started to yell "FAGS".. "You guys are fags" etc lol. Im not sure what everyone elses intentions were.. but I wanted to make them more angry... Security never even kicked them out.. they just switched one of the kids to a different seat.. and a security guard babysat him for the rest of the event..
shit.. laptop dying.. ill post more later
Neg - FLD 113 write up
Day One, May 7th.
Land in Montreal at about 1 pm. Collect my shit and head'r out to a cab.
Score one rather quickly but the guy didn't speak any english but he understood what I meant when I said 'Delta Hotel' and 'Bell Center' so, off we went.
This guy wanted me dead, I just know it. He was having road rage in french, flipping off the guy beside us. While he was doing all this he almost jammed us into a cement road merger doing 80 clicks. S'no big deal though, we made it downtown in one piece.
He rolls up this one street where the Bell Center is and everything was going according to plan. I could see the Delta Hotel sign a few blocks straight ahead but for some reason, he decided to hang a left. I thought; 'maybe it's only a one-way street and he has to go around?'
But he kept heading North, zig-zagging through lines of cyclers and vehicles. He was getting frusterated at the traffic and he told me "Soon. 2 minutes".
Shortly after we roll up to the Delta Hotel. I pay him $38 for the ride and he peels out. Go inside try to check in. They don't have any Thibault's booked for a room. Then I asked the lady; "There's 2 Delta Hotels around here, isn't there?" "Yea, there is. Sorry!"
For fuck sake.
There's this other cabby right outside so I jumped in his ride and he took me to the right place. Along the way he gave me some pointers on how to act in Montreal if you don't speak French. He says tell them you're American cause they don't like when Canadians don't speak even a little bit of French. The party block was right up the road from the hotel so we're going to have an awesome time.
This ride cost me $12. Grabbed my shit and hopped out. When I closed the door my hoodie got caught but I got it out before he drove away. Good thing.
Get inside try to check in. Kirk Thibault isn't registered at this hotel neither. Need to make some calls now to get it all sorted out. Reach for my cellphone, it's gone. Checked all my pockets multiple times, dug through and emptied my bag right there in the lobby, still nothing.
I was freaking out. Had no way to get ahold of Tim, the guy who booked our rooms. But overall the feeling I had was, I lost my goddamn phone in a cab in this gigantic city. It's freakin long gone.
The hotel manager came out to help me get shit sorted. Told him where I came from and he said the cabs from there work stricktly for that hotel so he suggested I phone over there and get in touch with the cab company. I did that, described the Greek driver but he wasn't answering his phone so I had to call back in a few minutes. When I called back he said he was already on his way to drop my phone off. It fell outta my pocket when my coat got stuck in the door.
What a feeling of relief. Sonofabitch.
He only charged me $5 to bring it. Nice guy.
Soon as I got that shit over with, the manager went over the bookings with me thoroughly and said the room I was in was registered under Erik Gantert (Milkkid). They let me check in after that with no problem. All I had to do was put down a Damage Deposit of $100.
Get up to the room, lay down. It was nice to relax after all the bullshit that happened already. I was in Montreal for 2 hours and I got taken to the wrong hotel and lost my cellphone.
Tim was arriving at the hotel shortly so I got showered up and met him downstairs.
Outside he had 3 charter buses full of fight fans and somewhere in the mix was Uncle Phil (PhilIvey) Tim gave me the tickets for everybody and VIP passes for the after parties.
Took the tickets to the room and went and sat at the bar til someone else showed up. I was 3/4 down a bottle of Molson Canadian when I suddenly felt paranoid that the door in the room didn't close right and someone went in there and scooped our tickets. So I quickly ran up to check and hid them just in case. I didn't want to be responsbile for losing the tickets and ruining the trip for everyone - especially given that I've had bad luck already.
Went back to the bar, slammed another beer when Uncle Phil got ahold me. Those 2 beer cost me $20. Montreal was going to rule lol.
I've never seen a photo of Phil before but the first person I saw when I walked out I knew it was him. After we shook hands first thing on our agenda was to find a liquor store.
It was about 3 pm and Chris should be showing up shortly. I gave him a heads up about potentially being taken to the wrong hotel. Me and Phil we and cut a lap around the block, asking people if there was a liquor store near by.
This one dude gave us directions to a conveinence store that sold beer so we headed for that place. Can't remember what the hell we bought but it was strange to me buying beer in a store cause it ain't like that in Alberta or Saskatchewan.
Head back to the hotel and started drinking. Chris had made his way there by the time we got back. Met up with him. I was surprised at how tall he actually was. He said before he was 6'5 but goddamn, he made me feel short.
The other 2 groups we just getting into the city but they also went to the wrong hotel but it didn't take them long to get to the right one.
It was fucken kool when I met everybody and we're all in the same place. When you spend so many years talking and bullshitting with some of these guys about MMA it felt like the culmination of years of training and dedication to get to this spot lol.
After a brief greeting with everyone if I remember correctly we decided to walk to another liquor store. This time we got directions to a different location. I was already half-snapped so I don't recall too much. We ended up at this mini-mall or train station or something. It was another convienience store with a poor selection. They had beer though so I guess that's all that mattered.
I bought 2 12's of Coor's. Milkman splurged on those giant Molson Dry's lol. Aaron bought Heiniken and that's all I can remember. Prices were decent for mine. Would been about the same for 24 in Saskatchewan.
Headed back to the hotel and began drinking. Our rooms didn't have mini-fridges so Milkman was on ice-detail. He had to go to multiple floors in order to bring back a decent haul lol.
Pretty much just chilled in the room bullshitting about MMA. Aarons beer had the pop-tops and no one had a proper opener. Being from Saskatchewan of course I know a redneck way of opening them. It requires your thumb and a Snuff can. I was the only one there that chewed snuff so I was the designated bottle opener. Which sucked cause my thumb was getting awfully sore.
At some point we ordered pizza from Dominos. 3 large, one-topping pizzas came to just over $50. It was unreal and that was from their hotel-hotline to.
Milkman was liquored and passed out for a short period of time and for some reason had a smoke in his mouth backwards. I unno who's idea it was to put pizza on his face, mighta been mine (lol sorry bud)
The time was flying by and Web wanted to go check out the parties in Montreal. I was hammered by this point and when we were walking I remember Hackett getting mad telling me "walk straight and keep your mouth shut when we get there!"
We get to this one place and the door guy said I wasn't allowed to come in cause of the dress code. Well fuck ya then, buddy. He said I could go in if I took my toque off and checked my hoodie so I agreed. To get in this shit hole you had to go up a flight of stairs. We scored these VIP passes from Tim and decided to put them to good use and cut in line right to the front. Guess what, didn't work out too well lol.
I said fuck it and walked back to the street. There was a mad crew out there and tons of other places to drink so Bailz, Drew and myself walked up and down the block for a while - looking for a small bar or something to drink at. Drew wanted to smoke a blast so we tried to look for some. I asked just about everyone I seen if they had some for sale but no dice. This one dude said he'd sell us powder or X if we wanted it. So I bought 6 grams of coke.
Ok, no I didn't.
At some point we must have taken a wrong turn cause we had no idea where we were. Decided to say fuck it and drink what we had at the hotel. The three of us hopped in a cab back to the Delta.
It wasn't too long after when everyone else made it back. Milkman was just wrecked by now. He was having fun though and wasn't being a pain. He was the funny drunk. We ordered more pizza. Only 2 extra large this time and it was damn near the same price. What a fucking rip off. The food cost more than the beer on this trip. Unless you were Milkman lol.
We were chilling in room 1027, the room I checked in at but I was suppose to room with Uncle Phil. Phil decided to call it a night and gave me a key to his room, told me the number and he left.
Erik, Drew and I went outside for a smoke. I got shit from the staff for drinking beer in the lobby lol. Talked with some people outside for a bit and went back to the room. Everyone had took off by now so I figured might as well do the same. Grabbed a can of beer and went down to floor 7.
Got to the 7th floor, pulled out my card and thought 'which room was it again?' I had no fucken clue. So I tried the key in all the doors. Didn't work at all so I went to the lobby for some help. I realised I had two keys in my pocket and had no idea which was which room so the guy reset them both for room 1027 and room 712. I had one in each hand but lo and behold, I forgot which room I was in on the 7th so I tried the one key in all the doors again. After swearing out loud after every failure I just give up and went back to the one room I did know.
Got back up to room 1027 with the two keys. One of them had to work if not looks like I was sleeping on the couch in the lobby. Just as I was trying the second key, Erik opened the door - something he doesn't remember doing. I unno how long I was wandering around floor 7, swearing out loud but it was finally time to go to sleep. Grabbed a pillow and passed out on the floor.
I asked Phil the next day if he heard me trying to open the door. He said he heard some banging on his and didn't know what it was so he ignored it.
Woke up in the morning, drank 2 cans of Coors and went downstairs for breakfast. The waiter came up to us and asked if we seen the fighter that was there (Matt Hamil). We started talking about GSP briefly and he revealed to us that GSP likes black chicks lol.
That concludes day one. Now that I think of the key situation, I might have even had the keys inserted backwards because I recall at one point looking at it closely with one eye closed for increased concentration lol and the little tiny arrow just sorted came into focus and it was upside down for fuck sake.
Day Two, May 8th
Early Saturday morning I was awoken by the sounds of light knocking on the door. Seeings how I was passed out on the floor right by it I heard the maids calling out 'house keeping'. I managed to breathe out the words 'we don't need anything' she went away and I went back to lounging on the carpet.
The next thing I heard was Milkman telling me to wake up and sleep on the bed. After a brief snooze on a comfortable surface I heard Josh and Erik talking about their tickets. I became incredibly paranoid that I had lost mine and jumped outta bed looking for it. It was laying on top the TV stand, safe and sound. After that I spotted 2 cans of Coors left on the table and got to work on those. It was about 10 and Josh and Erik were ready for the day.
After a brief recall of what happened last night we headed down stairs to the restaurant for refueling.
Waiter brings by the menus and it was all in French. But because I'm still having the spins I'm too stupid to realize that the English text of the items were right below the French text. Looking at the small words made my brain hurt so I just give up and settled for the morning buffet.
The meal was decent but I could have been happier if it weren't $22 for a fucken plate of food. So what if it was all you can eat. For $22 you can buy half an acerage in Saskatchewan and farm your own breakfast. I drank a pot of coffee during the meal it made me feel a lot better.
At some point during breakfast, Erik went back up to the room. When he came back he told us the saga of the Screaming Maid after she seen the condition of room 1027. Like, the place was literally a carpet of beer cans. I think that's how I stayed soo warm cause of the heat being trapped inside the tin cans all around me when I was on the floor.
Matt Hamil was kicking around that restaurant and he was giving me the evil eye so I went up to him and knocked his plate outta his hands then ran through the lobby screaming, trying to escape.
Ok, that part isn't real. I just said hello to him cause I was afraid after he was done his meal he was gonna floss his teeth with my skinny ass. The guy was huge. I'm not gonna lie.
After eating and bullshitting with the waiter about GSP's secret life lol I went back to the room to get a hold of Phil. The dude was still asleep so I just chilled in room 1027. Right outside the door was a stack of pizza boxes and 2 garbage bags full of beer cans lol. The legend was indeed true.
The rest of the boys made their way to the room and I remember clearly Miles doing a Matt Hamil impression after he had met him down stairs. "I FIGHT IN 1 MONTH!" and he was doing the sign language for it. That was some funny shit.
For such a nice and sophfisticated hotel franchise, they sure had shitty televisions. After you open this replicant of Pandora's Box they call a TV stand, out would slide the most immaculate, 13 inch Panasornic TV from 1995 you've ever seen.
Scanning through French cable channels was really difficult. Josh managed to find The Simpsons in English so we watched that for a few minutes until the other guys decided to go out and find breakfast else where.
Everyone took off except Josh and myself. But after a bit Erik called Josh and without saying anything he just took off. I was too lazy to go anywhere any way so I just chilled and watched this show from the 70's which was some dude painting nature backgrounds, calling everything he created; "happy". Like, a tree branch was happy or the leaves were happy. It was fucked but it was in English so I kept it there and I watched it!!
Erik and Josh kick the door down about 2 hours later. Said they came from the Bell Center and met some fighters etc. Uncle Phil finally decided to wake up and we went up to Chris' room for a bit.
Only hung out there for a little while before deciding to go get more booze from the train station. Nothing spectaculer happened from that point on. Just a lot of walking carrying precious cargo.
We passed a T Ho's and heard this banging on the window and who's inside but none other than Aaron and Miles. Too kool for school to hang out with the alcoholics I guess lol.
Went back to room 1027 and guess what? Started drinking! Aaron and Miles came back and this was right around the time we started giving Drew a hard time about Jon Fitch being more boring than a sermon in church. Which I feel bad about now because he never gave me shit about Jardine being a loser. But it was fun. Though we tried to keep it civil everyone was trying to get their points in at the same time and it ended up being one of those times when you talk louder hoping everyone else would shut up but it ends up being an arguement.
Time to head to the Bell Center now. We all went together. On the way this homeless dude walks up to us and asks us if we have change cause he wants to buy a hooker lol.
The Bell Center wasn't very far at all but the lineup was freakin mad. Standing out in this line bullshitting, Erik needs to piss so he runs into this building. Doesn't come back for a while.
When he does he is just ecstatic cause he found a bar that sold cheap liquor. He rounds up a crew and they went inside for a Jagerbomb or 20. By now the line was moving quickly and it wasn't long before we got inside.
After a bullshit pat search we headed to our seats. They were awesome. We had a great view. Could see everything in the building clearly and they had that gigantic screen above the octagon that was HD. Really kool.
Beer was $10 for like 400ml. A freakin hotdog was $4 and it came in home made bread that was thinner than loose leaf. I was starving so I bought a hotdog and a large pop. Came to $9. Fuck my shitty life. I coulda smuggled in a package of store bought hot dogs and cooked them with a lighter and it woulda been better than that shit they served.
Before any fights took place, GSP did a round on the floor and the crowd went nuts. There was a swarm of people around him instantly.
J Mac vs Salter was first up. Like all the Canadian boys, Jason got an enormous ovation from the audience. I remember shouting out real loud 'HIT HIM WITH A RIGHT, BUD!!" and Miles just looked at me like wtf? lol
When that takedown happened he just sorted stopped fighting and kept pointing at his ankle. I was like WTF happened?? The fight was called off and they showed a close up of his ankle and it was like 'holy fuck' then they showed the replay, it was nasty. Salter was walking around the octagon cheering like he just cured AIDS and the crowd boo'd that.
Naturally, Jason was down for a while and when the EMT's went in with their stretcher he told them to fuck righht off and with the help of his team, he walked outta the cage. Crowd cheered that. It was nice to see.
Yoshida vs Guymon was up next. Guymon was the new guy in town and we all cheered for Yoshida. He was getting his ass handed to him in that fight. I was like WTF!!? This shouldn't be happening.
There were a couple close RNC attempts Yoshida was caught in but he survived right to the final bell. When the bell rung Guymon broke down instantly. When Joe interviewed him he couldn't even get his words out he was soo emotional. I felt happy for him.
For some reason, Me and Drew were cheering something fierce when Hague's fight happened. After the ovation he got he got to the ring and he was pumped. He walked by Beltran and gave him a dirty look lol.
Not gonna lie though, this fight was all kinds of sloppy. They were both gassed out like a '72 New Yorker with a hole in the tank. Tim did score a sweet slam TD but after the 2nd round it was all; throw a combo, rest with arms by your side, defend his combo, rest etc. It sucked lol.
I thought Tim won the fight and they called it for Beltran. The crowd was booing and I boo'd the decision once and Aaron turned around and said 'don't boo ya asshole' or something like that lol.
Grant vs Hendricks was fucken awesome. Check this fight out if you haven't seen it already. Grant caught him in the bag a couple times and the ooooo's after they showed the replays were soo loud.
Me and Drew were arguing the whole time about who was winning this fight. It was fun.
Lawlor came out dressed as Apollo Creed. The crowd loved that. They still cheered Doerkson louder though.
Goulet vs Davis came as no surprise. This fight I felt no energy for.
There was an intermission before the main card started. During this period they played this awesome tribute video on the screen. It was probably the best one I've ever seen. It was really good. The only thing that killed it was near the ending they played a ton of Griffin vs Bonnar 1 clips as the 'fight that started it all'.
They showed the clips of the fighters entering the arena and Machida had a noticably louder ovation than Shogun.
During the Kimbo fight was when Mini-Sherk began his tyranny. He began screaming at the top of his head cause the stoppage was bad in his opinion. Miles and Aaron are just crackin up at this dude.
When the fight was over and Kimbo was walking back to the locker room the row behind us were shouting shit. "Better luck next time!!" "Go back to Youtube!!" this one dude right behind me goes; "KIMBO! YOU FUCKEN N*****" Our entire section was like WTF. The scary part was there were these two Cheick Kongo looking mf'ers sitting in front of and us and I thought they were gonna assume it was me that said that and come stomp my head in lol.
These assholes a couple seats away from us started a fight. It looked like they were making out actually. The crowd egged them on and wouldn't you know it, the brawl happened. I couldn't see what was all happening but it took security a few minutes to get there and calm the situation down.
During the Stout fight I became uninterested so I started looking at the crowd, trying to spot fighters. I spotted Randy Couture and BJ Penn lol. I'm pretty sure that was Penn, any way.
When Daley pulled his stunt the booing was deafening. I think they were planning on having GSP square off with the winner of the fight and announce them as the coaches but after the shit Koscheck said on the mic about the Canadians I think they decided it wouldn't be a good idea.
Mini-Sherk started cheering for GSP to beat up Koscheck, pointing at the back of his shirt - which actually said Xtreme Couture lol. It's like buddy, GSP don't train with Couture.
Aaron started talking with this guy and Miles was taking photos. The face palm photo after their discussion is golden. You gotta see it. Miles got the dudes cellphone and gave him the Fightlockdown.com address in hopes he signs up lol.
The last two fighters came out - Shogun first. He was standing there in his corner doing his Muay Thai stance and it looked soo fucken kool to see live. Machida came out and the place erupted. He came out to 'Bleed It Out' by Linkin Park. That's when the Mini-Sherk started dancing and singing the lyrics, cutting his arms when it said 'bleed it out'. This dude was a riot. 4-foot fuck all, liquored up and outta his mind. Blurting blasphemy at every oppurtunity he had. Prolly sounded kool to his own ears though.
A chant of Shoguns name filled the arena just as the first bell rung. And by the way the fight started off I instantly thought it was going to be the same as the first fight. Fuck, was I wrong.
The place was electrified and when Machida dropped it kinda felt like the electricity paused for a moment, like everyone assumed he would recover. Then the shots that put him to sleep made it come roaring back and fuck was it intense.
It was defeaning in that arena when Shogun won. Beer was raining down on us from the balcony above. Strangers were giving other strangers bro shakes. I remember I turned to Drew and he's just going nuts. He looked at me and said; "FUCK YEAH!" real loud. Milkman looked soo disappointed and when he looked at us he just shrugged his shoulders and had a little smirk on his face as if he was saying 'ah well shit happens'
Machida was laying there for a long time. There was a mad crew of doctors and commission guys surrounding him. Shogun went over to check on him periodically.
As he was announced the winner and being handed his strap, you could feel the electricity amplify after each passing moment. Everyone around us seemed to agree that no matter who won, at least there was the clear winner this time.
After that shit happened we left the Bell Center. The talk on street outside seemed to be unanimously about Paul Daley and what would happen with him. A few of the boys stayed behind and that's where they met Riddle, Silva, Beltran etc. The rest of us went to room 1027, talked about the show and who should fight who next.
Watching the show live was completely different. Besides the energy of the people around you, it just felt different. The fights seem more real when you watch them perform live. Also it was nice listening to the sounds in the octagon and the crowd without having to listen to Joe and Mike.
I had a case of beer left to drink in that room but I didn't even touch it. I was played right out and had no energy. Most of the boys had to be on the road early in the morning so they all took off. I had a great time hanging out with everyone, shook their hands again and then I went to room 712 and had no problems getting in this time.
In the morning I hung out with Chris and Uncle Phil til about 11:30 ish then Phil took off to catch his bus ride back home. Bailz and I caught a cab to the airport and killed time there.
Other than that pathetic hotdog at the show I had nothing to eat in like 24 hours, I was hurtin for some food. We chilled at the food court for a few hours, ate BK's and posted on the Lockdown then I headed for my gate.
Chris still had a ton of waiting to do, I felt bad for leaving him there lol.
Board the plane to Calgary which was like a 4-5 hour ride and I'm just relaxing. I was getting hungry again and tried to buy some food but you could only get food with a credit card. I was like 'FMSL..this sucks'.
Capt Dicklock comes on the radio saying that there is a problem at Calgary airport and we have to slow down. Ok, whatever I'm thinking. We get to Calgary and there's a plane broke down right in front of our dock. FOR FUCK SAKE!! I need to piss badly and my stomache is eating it's own ass.
Finally get off the plane, look around for a moment for a T Ho's when over the PA system I hear; "final boarding call for flight 8788 to Saskatoon" If I had went and taken a piss I probably woulda missed my flight.
Whatever though, I was on the plane and one hour away from Saskatoon but problem I had now was that I forgot my can of snuff on the other plane so I had nothing to ease my hunger pains at all.
The flight attendant was nice enough though to hand out a bag of corn chips and thank fuck he did. I was dying.
When I got to my brother's house in Saskatoon I pigged out on his Dominos pizza, drank half a case of beer, posted on the Lockdown and went to bed, eager to get home to Meadow Lake the next day.
I got back to work this afternoon and the moment I did, I realized I should have stayed in Montreal longer, there was fuck all to do lol.
Overall, I had a great time. Other than the BS I initially went through on day 1, the trip was pretty much perfect.
The Lockdown crew was awesome, everyone was kool as ice. No one argued or fought over anything. Just drank liquor and talked some shit about MMA.
The things that stand out the most to me are Miles doing a Jardine impression, walking around St Catherines street with Chris and Drew and talking about cars with Aaron.
Fullmetal - Strippers get too fresh with me
Whenever I go to stripclubs the strippers get too fresh with me. It's like get your gorgeous tits out of my face!
Taschuk - Drink beer out of a can
Ew. Who the fuck wants to drink beer out of a can?
I'd rather drink beer out of a used condom.
Damone - Park Action
Update:
Met her at Starbucks. We sat outside (It was also fucking freezing), and we talked for a good hour and a half.
We then went to the park, and discussed sexual acts (I shit you not), and I finally made my move, and we made out for a good hour. Her kissing was, well, not very good. Passionate, but sloppy as fuck. Tongue city, and I found it to be semi-unpleasant, but it wasn't bad. I started making my hands down south, and conveniently, she had a hole in her jeans. So, yeah, I fingered her for a minute, but didn't totally do it (Had her underwear on).
She then....
pussy farted.
I shit you not. I felt a little uneasy by it, and she sort of stunk, like cigs and body odor. Grams called her and she had to go. I just got home.
Overall, I liked it.
Aaron - I own a tapout shirt
pffft, i own an extra-medium tapout shirt, i'd destroy you
Simplynate - Neg hijacks a plane..
Ten bucks says Neg hijacks a plane, has sex with a midget, gets in a fight with a cross dresser, takes a mustache ride and gets blackout drunk all within 5 minutes of each other.
Phil Ivey - Maia decides to go out on his shield thread
you're wrong dp. that last man is clearly demian maia, so that's irrefutable evidence that we've evolved to fight off our backs.
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Bail - Masturbate on ya bed
I dont think thats what Neg is worried about lol.. hes just worried about being straight up ripped off..
I get there pretty early friday, and ill be hanging around to masturbate on everyone's beds... so we shouldnt have any problems
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Post of the Year 2010:
Plazz - 2 wins away from GOAT:
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Yeah I usually go to GIF's to get a gist of the entire fight too.
I can't believe a fighter who's only been around for like 2 years could already have so many topics about him become outrageous beatings of horse corpses (:cool: )
He's had 6 fights, 2 of which are complete negatives (1 loss and Min Soo Kim, cmon) One against a 45 year old LHW, one against someone who the OP is completely shitting on (when he was in his prime might I add, and not the fat slob he is now) One against someone who the OP again doesn't rate very high, except for when used in Lesnar debates, and one that was an utter ass kicking for a solid round, and a nice tired sub for the win.
I truely call troll on these threads, not because I think the OP is a troll, but because they're so fanboy that they can't be rational, and really, can be applied to almost any HW right now.
Why don't we have this thread about Cain? His rise, IMO is MUCH more meteoric (hell he's not even using his sheer size like Brock, dudes wicked skilled). Or JDS, someone who's just making minced meat out of ranked and reputed HW's?
Or better yet, why not make these threads about Fabricio Werdum? I mean we always say to be the man you gotta beat the man, and what did he just do? We also can't say that's his only highlight of his career. He's on a pretty hot streak right now. I'd probably go as far as to say the people he's beaten/fought in the last 3 years are better then those Brock has.
Bail - FLD 113 write up
alright I will try to do a quick rundown of the trip.. hopefully I can remember everything.
Friday I arrived at the airport in montreal at 3:30pm.. only had about 2hours of sleep on Thursday.. felt like shit.. I get in a cab to go to the hotel.. driver doesnt speak english. I tell him to take me to the delta hotel by the bell centre.. he doesnt know where the bell centre is.. and just kept repeating 2 addresses.. I was going to just pick 1 random... 50% chance of being right.. but instead I called neg2 for the address..
I get to the hotel neg2 and philivey are the only ones there.. they are already drinking... so I join them.. we finish up all the beer.. just as everyone else started to arrive.. so we went out to find a liquor store.. only place near by was some crappy convenience store with a shitty selection and overpriced beer. We all buy a 12 pack or so.. go back to the hotel.. lots of talking and drinking..
We order pizza to the hotel room.. $56 for 3 large? or something like that.. get more drunk... order pizza again later.. yup we are smart. I dont remember if we ordered the 2nd time before or after we went out to clubs.. Neg2 got declined entry to one of the clubs.. so me neg2 and superman went looking for a pub or something.. found 50 clubs or so.. no pubs.. eventually gave up and headed back to the hotel to drink more.. I ran out of beer.. so I started to steal aarons since he was still at the club.
When everyone came back from the club.. milkkid was super hammered lol.. which is funny because they werent gone that long haha.. dont remember much more after that.. but in hindsight we should have drew dicks on milkkids face when he was drunk.. missed opportunity for sure.
Neg2 was rooming with philivey.. phil went to bed earlier.. and neg2 didnt remember their room #.. he had 2 door cards.. and he tried every door on the 7th floor twice.. eventually gave up and crashed on milkkids floor..
Next day.. housekeeping woke us up banging on the door.. and I instantly thought about how fucked up we left milkkids room lol.. when housekeeping went there..erik couldnt get rid of her.. so he just left to go downstairs.. when he was in the hallway he heard her scream "OH MY GOSH!" lool.. the place was pretty bad.. probably 50-60 beer cans/bottles.. cigarette butts (no smoking rooms lol).. 5-6 pizza boxes.. pizza crust everywhere..
Feeling pretty hung over.. me miles aaron and superman catch a cab to go to some jew deli.. we get there and theres a huge lineup going outside.. so we say fuck it and go to some shady pizza joint for poutine... too hung over to eat much.. I think miles was the only one that finished his poutine.. probably because he was scared the french guy was going to kill him if he didnt like it...
After that we met dan hardy outside the bell centre.. he told me daley was gonna win rd1 ko.. he was wrong.. but daley almost got a 4th round ko.
I think after that we went and bought more beer.. on our way to buy beer... aaron gave a homeless guy some money for a hooker... after that we started to drink again in the hotel room.. we had a couple beer and headed to the bell center.. well in line milkkid went inside a bar near by to use the bathroom.. he comes back and suggests we go for shots instead of waiting in line.. so me superman and milk go do a bunch of shots.. luckily when we came back we were almost near the front of the line.
The event itself was awesome.. almost every fight was amazing.. very good card.. probably card of the year. The people in front of us were pretty annoying... aaron trolled one of them for like 20mins.. telling him koscheck would beat GSP lol. The same kid aaron was trolling was crying about kimbo fight being a bad stoppage.. he said "WHAT A SHITTY STOPPAGE.. KIMBO BLOCKED EVERYONE OF THOSE PUNCHES". This kid was like 4' tall.. he stood up waving his hands around like an idiot for like 90% of the event... him and his friends were also drinking beer with a straw.. like it was apple juice or something.
During the kimbo fight (I think).. some queers got into a fight in the crowd like 20 feet away from us.. it was some caesar gracie shit.. 3v1 or something.. couldnt really tell because it was just a cluster fuck of people.. during the fight we all started to yell "FAGS".. "You guys are fags" etc lol. Im not sure what everyone elses intentions were.. but I wanted to make them more angry... Security never even kicked them out.. they just switched one of the kids to a different seat.. and a security guard babysat him for the rest of the event..
shit.. laptop dying.. ill post more later
Neg - FLD 113 write up
Day One, May 7th.
Land in Montreal at about 1 pm. Collect my shit and head'r out to a cab.
Score one rather quickly but the guy didn't speak any english but he understood what I meant when I said 'Delta Hotel' and 'Bell Center' so, off we went.
This guy wanted me dead, I just know it. He was having road rage in french, flipping off the guy beside us. While he was doing all this he almost jammed us into a cement road merger doing 80 clicks. S'no big deal though, we made it downtown in one piece.
He rolls up this one street where the Bell Center is and everything was going according to plan. I could see the Delta Hotel sign a few blocks straight ahead but for some reason, he decided to hang a left. I thought; 'maybe it's only a one-way street and he has to go around?'
But he kept heading North, zig-zagging through lines of cyclers and vehicles. He was getting frusterated at the traffic and he told me "Soon. 2 minutes".
Shortly after we roll up to the Delta Hotel. I pay him $38 for the ride and he peels out. Go inside try to check in. They don't have any Thibault's booked for a room. Then I asked the lady; "There's 2 Delta Hotels around here, isn't there?" "Yea, there is. Sorry!"
For fuck sake.
There's this other cabby right outside so I jumped in his ride and he took me to the right place. Along the way he gave me some pointers on how to act in Montreal if you don't speak French. He says tell them you're American cause they don't like when Canadians don't speak even a little bit of French. The party block was right up the road from the hotel so we're going to have an awesome time.
This ride cost me $12. Grabbed my shit and hopped out. When I closed the door my hoodie got caught but I got it out before he drove away. Good thing.
Get inside try to check in. Kirk Thibault isn't registered at this hotel neither. Need to make some calls now to get it all sorted out. Reach for my cellphone, it's gone. Checked all my pockets multiple times, dug through and emptied my bag right there in the lobby, still nothing.
I was freaking out. Had no way to get ahold of Tim, the guy who booked our rooms. But overall the feeling I had was, I lost my goddamn phone in a cab in this gigantic city. It's freakin long gone.
The hotel manager came out to help me get shit sorted. Told him where I came from and he said the cabs from there work stricktly for that hotel so he suggested I phone over there and get in touch with the cab company. I did that, described the Greek driver but he wasn't answering his phone so I had to call back in a few minutes. When I called back he said he was already on his way to drop my phone off. It fell outta my pocket when my coat got stuck in the door.
What a feeling of relief. Sonofabitch.
He only charged me $5 to bring it. Nice guy.
Soon as I got that shit over with, the manager went over the bookings with me thoroughly and said the room I was in was registered under Erik Gantert (Milkkid). They let me check in after that with no problem. All I had to do was put down a Damage Deposit of $100.
Get up to the room, lay down. It was nice to relax after all the bullshit that happened already. I was in Montreal for 2 hours and I got taken to the wrong hotel and lost my cellphone.
Tim was arriving at the hotel shortly so I got showered up and met him downstairs.
Outside he had 3 charter buses full of fight fans and somewhere in the mix was Uncle Phil (PhilIvey) Tim gave me the tickets for everybody and VIP passes for the after parties.
Took the tickets to the room and went and sat at the bar til someone else showed up. I was 3/4 down a bottle of Molson Canadian when I suddenly felt paranoid that the door in the room didn't close right and someone went in there and scooped our tickets. So I quickly ran up to check and hid them just in case. I didn't want to be responsbile for losing the tickets and ruining the trip for everyone - especially given that I've had bad luck already.
Went back to the bar, slammed another beer when Uncle Phil got ahold me. Those 2 beer cost me $20. Montreal was going to rule lol.
I've never seen a photo of Phil before but the first person I saw when I walked out I knew it was him. After we shook hands first thing on our agenda was to find a liquor store.
It was about 3 pm and Chris should be showing up shortly. I gave him a heads up about potentially being taken to the wrong hotel. Me and Phil we and cut a lap around the block, asking people if there was a liquor store near by.
This one dude gave us directions to a conveinence store that sold beer so we headed for that place. Can't remember what the hell we bought but it was strange to me buying beer in a store cause it ain't like that in Alberta or Saskatchewan.
Head back to the hotel and started drinking. Chris had made his way there by the time we got back. Met up with him. I was surprised at how tall he actually was. He said before he was 6'5 but goddamn, he made me feel short.
The other 2 groups we just getting into the city but they also went to the wrong hotel but it didn't take them long to get to the right one.
It was fucken kool when I met everybody and we're all in the same place. When you spend so many years talking and bullshitting with some of these guys about MMA it felt like the culmination of years of training and dedication to get to this spot lol.
After a brief greeting with everyone if I remember correctly we decided to walk to another liquor store. This time we got directions to a different location. I was already half-snapped so I don't recall too much. We ended up at this mini-mall or train station or something. It was another convienience store with a poor selection. They had beer though so I guess that's all that mattered.
I bought 2 12's of Coor's. Milkman splurged on those giant Molson Dry's lol. Aaron bought Heiniken and that's all I can remember. Prices were decent for mine. Would been about the same for 24 in Saskatchewan.
Headed back to the hotel and began drinking. Our rooms didn't have mini-fridges so Milkman was on ice-detail. He had to go to multiple floors in order to bring back a decent haul lol.
Pretty much just chilled in the room bullshitting about MMA. Aarons beer had the pop-tops and no one had a proper opener. Being from Saskatchewan of course I know a redneck way of opening them. It requires your thumb and a Snuff can. I was the only one there that chewed snuff so I was the designated bottle opener. Which sucked cause my thumb was getting awfully sore.
At some point we ordered pizza from Dominos. 3 large, one-topping pizzas came to just over $50. It was unreal and that was from their hotel-hotline to.
Milkman was liquored and passed out for a short period of time and for some reason had a smoke in his mouth backwards. I unno who's idea it was to put pizza on his face, mighta been mine (lol sorry bud)
The time was flying by and Web wanted to go check out the parties in Montreal. I was hammered by this point and when we were walking I remember Hackett getting mad telling me "walk straight and keep your mouth shut when we get there!"
We get to this one place and the door guy said I wasn't allowed to come in cause of the dress code. Well fuck ya then, buddy. He said I could go in if I took my toque off and checked my hoodie so I agreed. To get in this shit hole you had to go up a flight of stairs. We scored these VIP passes from Tim and decided to put them to good use and cut in line right to the front. Guess what, didn't work out too well lol.
I said fuck it and walked back to the street. There was a mad crew out there and tons of other places to drink so Bailz, Drew and myself walked up and down the block for a while - looking for a small bar or something to drink at. Drew wanted to smoke a blast so we tried to look for some. I asked just about everyone I seen if they had some for sale but no dice. This one dude said he'd sell us powder or X if we wanted it. So I bought 6 grams of coke.
Ok, no I didn't.
At some point we must have taken a wrong turn cause we had no idea where we were. Decided to say fuck it and drink what we had at the hotel. The three of us hopped in a cab back to the Delta.
It wasn't too long after when everyone else made it back. Milkman was just wrecked by now. He was having fun though and wasn't being a pain. He was the funny drunk. We ordered more pizza. Only 2 extra large this time and it was damn near the same price. What a fucking rip off. The food cost more than the beer on this trip. Unless you were Milkman lol.
We were chilling in room 1027, the room I checked in at but I was suppose to room with Uncle Phil. Phil decided to call it a night and gave me a key to his room, told me the number and he left.
Erik, Drew and I went outside for a smoke. I got shit from the staff for drinking beer in the lobby lol. Talked with some people outside for a bit and went back to the room. Everyone had took off by now so I figured might as well do the same. Grabbed a can of beer and went down to floor 7.
Got to the 7th floor, pulled out my card and thought 'which room was it again?' I had no fucken clue. So I tried the key in all the doors. Didn't work at all so I went to the lobby for some help. I realised I had two keys in my pocket and had no idea which was which room so the guy reset them both for room 1027 and room 712. I had one in each hand but lo and behold, I forgot which room I was in on the 7th so I tried the one key in all the doors again. After swearing out loud after every failure I just give up and went back to the one room I did know.
Got back up to room 1027 with the two keys. One of them had to work if not looks like I was sleeping on the couch in the lobby. Just as I was trying the second key, Erik opened the door - something he doesn't remember doing. I unno how long I was wandering around floor 7, swearing out loud but it was finally time to go to sleep. Grabbed a pillow and passed out on the floor.
I asked Phil the next day if he heard me trying to open the door. He said he heard some banging on his and didn't know what it was so he ignored it.
Woke up in the morning, drank 2 cans of Coors and went downstairs for breakfast. The waiter came up to us and asked if we seen the fighter that was there (Matt Hamil). We started talking about GSP briefly and he revealed to us that GSP likes black chicks lol.
That concludes day one. Now that I think of the key situation, I might have even had the keys inserted backwards because I recall at one point looking at it closely with one eye closed for increased concentration lol and the little tiny arrow just sorted came into focus and it was upside down for fuck sake.
Day Two, May 8th
Early Saturday morning I was awoken by the sounds of light knocking on the door. Seeings how I was passed out on the floor right by it I heard the maids calling out 'house keeping'. I managed to breathe out the words 'we don't need anything' she went away and I went back to lounging on the carpet.
The next thing I heard was Milkman telling me to wake up and sleep on the bed. After a brief snooze on a comfortable surface I heard Josh and Erik talking about their tickets. I became incredibly paranoid that I had lost mine and jumped outta bed looking for it. It was laying on top the TV stand, safe and sound. After that I spotted 2 cans of Coors left on the table and got to work on those. It was about 10 and Josh and Erik were ready for the day.
After a brief recall of what happened last night we headed down stairs to the restaurant for refueling.
Waiter brings by the menus and it was all in French. But because I'm still having the spins I'm too stupid to realize that the English text of the items were right below the French text. Looking at the small words made my brain hurt so I just give up and settled for the morning buffet.
The meal was decent but I could have been happier if it weren't $22 for a fucken plate of food. So what if it was all you can eat. For $22 you can buy half an acerage in Saskatchewan and farm your own breakfast. I drank a pot of coffee during the meal it made me feel a lot better.
At some point during breakfast, Erik went back up to the room. When he came back he told us the saga of the Screaming Maid after she seen the condition of room 1027. Like, the place was literally a carpet of beer cans. I think that's how I stayed soo warm cause of the heat being trapped inside the tin cans all around me when I was on the floor.
Matt Hamil was kicking around that restaurant and he was giving me the evil eye so I went up to him and knocked his plate outta his hands then ran through the lobby screaming, trying to escape.
Ok, that part isn't real. I just said hello to him cause I was afraid after he was done his meal he was gonna floss his teeth with my skinny ass. The guy was huge. I'm not gonna lie.
After eating and bullshitting with the waiter about GSP's secret life lol I went back to the room to get a hold of Phil. The dude was still asleep so I just chilled in room 1027. Right outside the door was a stack of pizza boxes and 2 garbage bags full of beer cans lol. The legend was indeed true.
The rest of the boys made their way to the room and I remember clearly Miles doing a Matt Hamil impression after he had met him down stairs. "I FIGHT IN 1 MONTH!" and he was doing the sign language for it. That was some funny shit.
For such a nice and sophfisticated hotel franchise, they sure had shitty televisions. After you open this replicant of Pandora's Box they call a TV stand, out would slide the most immaculate, 13 inch Panasornic TV from 1995 you've ever seen.
Scanning through French cable channels was really difficult. Josh managed to find The Simpsons in English so we watched that for a few minutes until the other guys decided to go out and find breakfast else where.
Everyone took off except Josh and myself. But after a bit Erik called Josh and without saying anything he just took off. I was too lazy to go anywhere any way so I just chilled and watched this show from the 70's which was some dude painting nature backgrounds, calling everything he created; "happy". Like, a tree branch was happy or the leaves were happy. It was fucked but it was in English so I kept it there and I watched it!!
Erik and Josh kick the door down about 2 hours later. Said they came from the Bell Center and met some fighters etc. Uncle Phil finally decided to wake up and we went up to Chris' room for a bit.
Only hung out there for a little while before deciding to go get more booze from the train station. Nothing spectaculer happened from that point on. Just a lot of walking carrying precious cargo.
We passed a T Ho's and heard this banging on the window and who's inside but none other than Aaron and Miles. Too kool for school to hang out with the alcoholics I guess lol.
Went back to room 1027 and guess what? Started drinking! Aaron and Miles came back and this was right around the time we started giving Drew a hard time about Jon Fitch being more boring than a sermon in church. Which I feel bad about now because he never gave me shit about Jardine being a loser. But it was fun. Though we tried to keep it civil everyone was trying to get their points in at the same time and it ended up being one of those times when you talk louder hoping everyone else would shut up but it ends up being an arguement.
Time to head to the Bell Center now. We all went together. On the way this homeless dude walks up to us and asks us if we have change cause he wants to buy a hooker lol.
The Bell Center wasn't very far at all but the lineup was freakin mad. Standing out in this line bullshitting, Erik needs to piss so he runs into this building. Doesn't come back for a while.
When he does he is just ecstatic cause he found a bar that sold cheap liquor. He rounds up a crew and they went inside for a Jagerbomb or 20. By now the line was moving quickly and it wasn't long before we got inside.
After a bullshit pat search we headed to our seats. They were awesome. We had a great view. Could see everything in the building clearly and they had that gigantic screen above the octagon that was HD. Really kool.
Beer was $10 for like 400ml. A freakin hotdog was $4 and it came in home made bread that was thinner than loose leaf. I was starving so I bought a hotdog and a large pop. Came to $9. Fuck my shitty life. I coulda smuggled in a package of store bought hot dogs and cooked them with a lighter and it woulda been better than that shit they served.
Before any fights took place, GSP did a round on the floor and the crowd went nuts. There was a swarm of people around him instantly.
J Mac vs Salter was first up. Like all the Canadian boys, Jason got an enormous ovation from the audience. I remember shouting out real loud 'HIT HIM WITH A RIGHT, BUD!!" and Miles just looked at me like wtf? lol
When that takedown happened he just sorted stopped fighting and kept pointing at his ankle. I was like WTF happened?? The fight was called off and they showed a close up of his ankle and it was like 'holy fuck' then they showed the replay, it was nasty. Salter was walking around the octagon cheering like he just cured AIDS and the crowd boo'd that.
Naturally, Jason was down for a while and when the EMT's went in with their stretcher he told them to fuck righht off and with the help of his team, he walked outta the cage. Crowd cheered that. It was nice to see.
Yoshida vs Guymon was up next. Guymon was the new guy in town and we all cheered for Yoshida. He was getting his ass handed to him in that fight. I was like WTF!!? This shouldn't be happening.
There were a couple close RNC attempts Yoshida was caught in but he survived right to the final bell. When the bell rung Guymon broke down instantly. When Joe interviewed him he couldn't even get his words out he was soo emotional. I felt happy for him.
For some reason, Me and Drew were cheering something fierce when Hague's fight happened. After the ovation he got he got to the ring and he was pumped. He walked by Beltran and gave him a dirty look lol.
Not gonna lie though, this fight was all kinds of sloppy. They were both gassed out like a '72 New Yorker with a hole in the tank. Tim did score a sweet slam TD but after the 2nd round it was all; throw a combo, rest with arms by your side, defend his combo, rest etc. It sucked lol.
I thought Tim won the fight and they called it for Beltran. The crowd was booing and I boo'd the decision once and Aaron turned around and said 'don't boo ya asshole' or something like that lol.
Grant vs Hendricks was fucken awesome. Check this fight out if you haven't seen it already. Grant caught him in the bag a couple times and the ooooo's after they showed the replays were soo loud.
Me and Drew were arguing the whole time about who was winning this fight. It was fun.
Lawlor came out dressed as Apollo Creed. The crowd loved that. They still cheered Doerkson louder though.
Goulet vs Davis came as no surprise. This fight I felt no energy for.
There was an intermission before the main card started. During this period they played this awesome tribute video on the screen. It was probably the best one I've ever seen. It was really good. The only thing that killed it was near the ending they played a ton of Griffin vs Bonnar 1 clips as the 'fight that started it all'.
They showed the clips of the fighters entering the arena and Machida had a noticably louder ovation than Shogun.
During the Kimbo fight was when Mini-Sherk began his tyranny. He began screaming at the top of his head cause the stoppage was bad in his opinion. Miles and Aaron are just crackin up at this dude.
When the fight was over and Kimbo was walking back to the locker room the row behind us were shouting shit. "Better luck next time!!" "Go back to Youtube!!" this one dude right behind me goes; "KIMBO! YOU FUCKEN N*****" Our entire section was like WTF. The scary part was there were these two Cheick Kongo looking mf'ers sitting in front of and us and I thought they were gonna assume it was me that said that and come stomp my head in lol.
These assholes a couple seats away from us started a fight. It looked like they were making out actually. The crowd egged them on and wouldn't you know it, the brawl happened. I couldn't see what was all happening but it took security a few minutes to get there and calm the situation down.
During the Stout fight I became uninterested so I started looking at the crowd, trying to spot fighters. I spotted Randy Couture and BJ Penn lol. I'm pretty sure that was Penn, any way.
When Daley pulled his stunt the booing was deafening. I think they were planning on having GSP square off with the winner of the fight and announce them as the coaches but after the shit Koscheck said on the mic about the Canadians I think they decided it wouldn't be a good idea.
Mini-Sherk started cheering for GSP to beat up Koscheck, pointing at the back of his shirt - which actually said Xtreme Couture lol. It's like buddy, GSP don't train with Couture.
Aaron started talking with this guy and Miles was taking photos. The face palm photo after their discussion is golden. You gotta see it. Miles got the dudes cellphone and gave him the Fightlockdown.com address in hopes he signs up lol.
The last two fighters came out - Shogun first. He was standing there in his corner doing his Muay Thai stance and it looked soo fucken kool to see live. Machida came out and the place erupted. He came out to 'Bleed It Out' by Linkin Park. That's when the Mini-Sherk started dancing and singing the lyrics, cutting his arms when it said 'bleed it out'. This dude was a riot. 4-foot fuck all, liquored up and outta his mind. Blurting blasphemy at every oppurtunity he had. Prolly sounded kool to his own ears though.
A chant of Shoguns name filled the arena just as the first bell rung. And by the way the fight started off I instantly thought it was going to be the same as the first fight. Fuck, was I wrong.
The place was electrified and when Machida dropped it kinda felt like the electricity paused for a moment, like everyone assumed he would recover. Then the shots that put him to sleep made it come roaring back and fuck was it intense.
It was defeaning in that arena when Shogun won. Beer was raining down on us from the balcony above. Strangers were giving other strangers bro shakes. I remember I turned to Drew and he's just going nuts. He looked at me and said; "FUCK YEAH!" real loud. Milkman looked soo disappointed and when he looked at us he just shrugged his shoulders and had a little smirk on his face as if he was saying 'ah well shit happens'
Machida was laying there for a long time. There was a mad crew of doctors and commission guys surrounding him. Shogun went over to check on him periodically.
As he was announced the winner and being handed his strap, you could feel the electricity amplify after each passing moment. Everyone around us seemed to agree that no matter who won, at least there was the clear winner this time.
After that shit happened we left the Bell Center. The talk on street outside seemed to be unanimously about Paul Daley and what would happen with him. A few of the boys stayed behind and that's where they met Riddle, Silva, Beltran etc. The rest of us went to room 1027, talked about the show and who should fight who next.
Watching the show live was completely different. Besides the energy of the people around you, it just felt different. The fights seem more real when you watch them perform live. Also it was nice listening to the sounds in the octagon and the crowd without having to listen to Joe and Mike.
I had a case of beer left to drink in that room but I didn't even touch it. I was played right out and had no energy. Most of the boys had to be on the road early in the morning so they all took off. I had a great time hanging out with everyone, shook their hands again and then I went to room 712 and had no problems getting in this time.
In the morning I hung out with Chris and Uncle Phil til about 11:30 ish then Phil took off to catch his bus ride back home. Bailz and I caught a cab to the airport and killed time there.
Other than that pathetic hotdog at the show I had nothing to eat in like 24 hours, I was hurtin for some food. We chilled at the food court for a few hours, ate BK's and posted on the Lockdown then I headed for my gate.
Chris still had a ton of waiting to do, I felt bad for leaving him there lol.
Board the plane to Calgary which was like a 4-5 hour ride and I'm just relaxing. I was getting hungry again and tried to buy some food but you could only get food with a credit card. I was like 'FMSL..this sucks'.
Capt Dicklock comes on the radio saying that there is a problem at Calgary airport and we have to slow down. Ok, whatever I'm thinking. We get to Calgary and there's a plane broke down right in front of our dock. FOR FUCK SAKE!! I need to piss badly and my stomache is eating it's own ass.
Finally get off the plane, look around for a moment for a T Ho's when over the PA system I hear; "final boarding call for flight 8788 to Saskatoon" If I had went and taken a piss I probably woulda missed my flight.
Whatever though, I was on the plane and one hour away from Saskatoon but problem I had now was that I forgot my can of snuff on the other plane so I had nothing to ease my hunger pains at all.
The flight attendant was nice enough though to hand out a bag of corn chips and thank fuck he did. I was dying.
When I got to my brother's house in Saskatoon I pigged out on his Dominos pizza, drank half a case of beer, posted on the Lockdown and went to bed, eager to get home to Meadow Lake the next day.
I got back to work this afternoon and the moment I did, I realized I should have stayed in Montreal longer, there was fuck all to do lol.
Overall, I had a great time. Other than the BS I initially went through on day 1, the trip was pretty much perfect.
The Lockdown crew was awesome, everyone was kool as ice. No one argued or fought over anything. Just drank liquor and talked some shit about MMA.
The things that stand out the most to me are Miles doing a Jardine impression, walking around St Catherines street with Chris and Drew and talking about cars with Aaron.
Fullmetal - Strippers get too fresh with me
Whenever I go to stripclubs the strippers get too fresh with me. It's like get your gorgeous tits out of my face!
Taschuk - Drink beer out of a can
Ew. Who the fuck wants to drink beer out of a can?
I'd rather drink beer out of a used condom.
Damone - Park Action
Update:
Met her at Starbucks. We sat outside (It was also fucking freezing), and we talked for a good hour and a half.
We then went to the park, and discussed sexual acts (I shit you not), and I finally made my move, and we made out for a good hour. Her kissing was, well, not very good. Passionate, but sloppy as fuck. Tongue city, and I found it to be semi-unpleasant, but it wasn't bad. I started making my hands down south, and conveniently, she had a hole in her jeans. So, yeah, I fingered her for a minute, but didn't totally do it (Had her underwear on).
She then....
pussy farted.
I shit you not. I felt a little uneasy by it, and she sort of stunk, like cigs and body odor. Grams called her and she had to go. I just got home.
Overall, I liked it.
Aaron - I own a tapout shirt
pffft, i own an extra-medium tapout shirt, i'd destroy you
Simplynate - Neg hijacks a plane..
Ten bucks says Neg hijacks a plane, has sex with a midget, gets in a fight with a cross dresser, takes a mustache ride and gets blackout drunk all within 5 minutes of each other.
Phil Ivey - Maia decides to go out on his shield thread
you're wrong dp. that last man is clearly demian maia, so that's irrefutable evidence that we've evolved to fight off our backs.
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Bail - Masturbate on ya bed
I dont think thats what Neg is worried about lol.. hes just worried about being straight up ripped off..
I get there pretty early friday, and ill be hanging around to masturbate on everyone's beds... so we shouldnt have any problems
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