So I was reading Matt Hughes blog, over at matt-hughes.com, and he had the following posted on his website, taken TOTALLY out of context:
I think he will come at me hard and try to get me down to the ground somehow. He wants to be on top of me, but I’m sure if he’s on the ground he’ll be happier than on his feet.
So…let me get this straight (pun intended). You anticipate this dude to come at you, “hard” and that he will do anything in his power to get you down on the ground… the only thing he could have said to make this statement even funnier, was to state that after he got you down, he would try to pound you out. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.
Judging by the looks of the immense lard ass on top, I’d say he ways 325…Tonnes.
The poor guy below probably trained hard, took his vitamins and minerals, yadda yadda yadda… but how the hell do you let a walrus like that get on top of you? Couldn’t he trip him? Couldn’t he run around and tire him out? Couldn’t he use the fatty’s gravitational pull against himself and knock him down?
Check out the difference in color between the poor sap’s foot… and his face. I think this photo was taken a split second before fatty positioned his hands and locked on a kimur… ah, who we kiddin? Fatty wins via smothering.
