Watch Shogun Rua Turn Back the Clock. It looks like Father Time can wait a little longer before he ends. Rua’s career as the Pride legend took care of business in the. Though “Shogun” was rocked in the first and second. Gian. Villante left hooks, the all- time great knockout artist. Both light heavyweights were swinging for the fences from the. Villante’s lack of head movement cost him dearly.

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An. overhand right to the dome buckled the New Yorker’s knees and when. Villante stumbled into the cage, “Shogun” tore into his head and.

Referee Mario Yamasaki had no.

Mean Girl - The New Yorker“Somebody told me once that it’s the pretty fighters you have to watch out for,” Ronda Rousey says. She wants to get bloated, so that when she eliminates salt from her diet, in the final days, her body expels all the fluid it can find. After a couple of steam baths, what remains of her weighs almost exactly a hundred and thirty- five pounds, the limit for the women’s bantamweight division of the Ultimate Fighting Championship. In the sport once known as cage fighting and now known as mixed martial arts, the U. F. C. Rousey is a former judo champion, and she won her first eight M.

M. A. Outside the cage, Rousey is genial but unapologetic about her capacity to inflict harm. When, recently, she submitted to a brief interview on “American Idol,” Ryan Seacrest jokingly flinched as she greeted him.

Its most important chroniclers can be found at the monomaniacal Web sites that keep track of its proliferating story lines: upsets and comebacks, crackups and busts, idle threats and infelicitous tweets. In this small world, Rousey’s ascent hasn’t been uniformly celebrated. In 2. 01. 1, the editors of an irreverent blog called Cage.

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Potato declared Rousey their “new obsession.” These days, she is so polarizing that they can joke about “the M. M. A. She lives in a comfortably unkempt house, not far from the boardwalk, that she shares with three other female fighters—they call themselves the Four Horsewomen, in tribute to an old professional wrestling team—and a ninety- pound Argentinian hunting dog named Mochi. Her roommates were still asleep when she left to begin her daily commute: thirty miles across Los Angeles to the Glendale Fighting Club, a one- story anomaly on South Brand Boulevard, which is otherwise lined with luxury- car dealerships. She had to be there early for a series of live interviews with KTLA, which was interrupting its morning show to give viewers a preview of Rousey’s upcoming fight, her ninth, against a talented but relatively unknown wrestler named Sara Mc.

Mann. The crew was setting up when Rousey walked in, wearing dark- blue stretch pants, a wide- neck teal top, and a black blazer—she had dressed in the dark, and she worried aloud that her outfit didn’t match. Her trainer, Edmond Tarverdyan, was more interested in talking about Mc. Mann. Rousey is smart enough to know that one of her promotional assets is the way she looks—she has appeared on the cover of not only ESPN the Magazine but also Maxim, which called her “Badass & Blonde,” and photographed her in a garment that seemed highly unsuitable for combat. Of course, this asset can be a liability, too, especially for a female fighter seeking the same respect given her male counterparts. Rousey is five feet six, and even someone who didn’t recognize her might guess, glancing at her powerful arms and shoulders, that she was some sort of athlete.

But while some fighters strike an impassive pose, shrugging off questions the way they shrug off the dangers of the cage, Rousey is nothing if not expressive. She smiles often, squinting so tightly that her eyes disappear. She cries easily, a girlhood habit she never outgrew. And before each fight she glares at her opponent as if she were getting ready to put a permanent end to a lifelong feud. After the fight, she is all smiles again, and usually unblemished.

When KTLA cut to her in the gym, she talked politely about Mc. Mann’s wrestling achievements, and about their parallel careers: Mc. Mann won a silver medal in wrestling at the Athens Olympics, while Rousey took bronze in judo at Beijing. The goal, after all, was to persuade fans to pay $5. Las Vegas, on pay- per- view. But once the cameras left she assessed her chances more candidly. She predicted that Mc.

Mann would fall back on her old wrestling moves for fear of Rousey’s brutal arm bar. Because it doesn’t make sense in order to sell it. I need people to doubt me.” She laughed. So I want to help them out.” She looked up.

It’s growing mindfully.”“Three- ninety- five,” he called back. A bettor would have had to lay three hundred and ninety- five dollars on Rousey in order to make a hundred if she won. Still, that meant the oddsmakers were giving Mc.

Mann a better chance than they had given many of Rousey’s previous opponents. Toxic Full Movie. Perhaps the observers in Las Vegas were impressed by Mc. Mann’s wrestling pedigree, or perhaps they were taking note of the events of 2. Rousey’s growing celebrity interfered with her training schedule. She took a ten- month break between fights, during which she acted in a pair of film sequels: “Fast & Furious 7,” which is due out next year, and “The Expendables 3,” with Sylvester Stallone leading a team of VHS- era action heroes (Arnold Schwarzenegger, Wesley Snipes, Dolph Lundgren). Rousey also served as a head coach on the eighteenth season of “The Ultimate Fighter,” the U.

F. C.’s reality show, in which up- and- coming fighters live together while competing in a tournament to win a U. F. C. She loved her team—two of its members are now her roommates—and hated everything else, especially the rival coach, Miesha Tate, whom she considers a phony.

Rousey had fought Tate and beat her, two years earlier, in a short, devastating bout that did more than any other to make Rousey a star. When they fought again, last December, after the show’s conclusion, Rousey didn’t look quite so sharp: for the first time, she allowed a fight to progress beyond the first round. She was into the third when she finally isolated Tate’s left arm and bent it backward, at which point Tate used her free hand to tap lightly on Rousey’s leg, signalling submission and ending the fight. As they stood up, Tate offered Rousey a handshake and Rousey refused. The arena booed her, confirming her paradoxical status as a popular heel.

The U. F. C. Tarverdyan liked it, too. He is an Armenian- born kickboxer, not quite retired, and his normal posture is a fighter’s crouch. He was preparing to supervise her afternoon sparring session, the last before the fight.

The first opponent was Shayna Baszler, one of the Horsewomen, who is also a pioneer of women’s M. M. A.; her first fight was in 2. In the cage, Rousey stood straight and maintained eye contact, like an attentive yoga teacher.

As soon as the timer chimed, she rushed in, pushing Baszler back with punches to the stomach. For a moment, Rousey paused and re. Then she started again, and by the end of three rounds Baszler’s headgear had been knocked around so much she could barely see, and her nose was dripping blood onto the mat. A gym worker arrived with a roll of paper towels, and Baszler staggered off as Tarverdyan unlaced Rousey’s gloves to inspect her fists, in preparation for the next session. In some ways, the word “fight” is misleading: a mixed- martial- arts match is an athletic event and a brainteaser. Rousey says her job is to figure out how to respond to her opponent’s attacks and lapses, and then train until those responses become reflexes.

But she also knows that M. M. A. Rousey herself isn’t immune to this temptation to confuse a fight with a fight, and she says that, inevitably, there comes a time in training camp where mere technical superiority doesn’t seem like enough.

She says, “I always think to myself, If I ran into them in a parking lot and they slapped my little sister, would I be able to beat the hell out of them? And the answer is always Yes, I would.”The U.

F. C. In the week before Rousey’s match, Las Vegas seemed like a company town, purpose- built to host not just a big fight but also the weeklong festival of hype and speculation that precedes it. On Wednesday, the main fighters held light training sessions on the floor of the Mandalay Bay arena, so the press corps could gather B- roll footage and specious insights about their health and strategy.

After Mc. Mann’s workout, she ascended to a chair on a small platform, ringed by digital voice recorders.