The UFC has come under fire for spreading itself a little thin lately, running too many shows without enough talent to properly fill out the cards. But there’s really no knocking The Ultimate Finale on that score.
And the stage is set! Fresh off arguably the best hour of The Ultimate Fighter in years, we’re back for the final two bouts of the season as Roy Nelson and his belly full of fighting secrets takes on James McSweeney.
After an almost unbearable two week absence, The Ultimate Fighter returns! And we’re really getting down to it, with the last two matches of the quarter-final round coming right up. So many of our most pressing questions will soon be answered.
All of a sudden, the UFC’s heavyweight division is looking a little light. Between Brock Lesnar’s career-threatening cluster of mystery illnesses, Shane Carwin’s strained MCL, and Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira’s second serious staph infection in less than a year.
Seven weeks ago, nearly one out of every thousand people alive on this earth watched the pendulous-bellied Roy Nelson pitter-pat his way one step closer to glory.
Remember Zak Jensen? The guy who probably jerked off in the shower three weeks ago and didn’t clean it up? And then Wes Sims found the remains? Hilarious, right?
The best thing about a season of The Ultimate Fighter that focuses exclusively on heavyweights has got to be the complete lack of little man syndrome. There aren’t any pint-sized bros puffing their chests out, mean mugging cats around the jacuzzi trying to prove themselves.
In keeping with the proudest traditions of the Hammer House fight team, Wes Sims lost by submission last week. Sims, a towering oaf in both body and spirit, was no match for the smooth takedown and nifty arm-triangle choke of one Justin “The Viking” Wren.
Maybe it’s not so bad. I mean, we’ve all understandably been a little blue since Kimbo Slice was outclassed, outmaneuvered, and badly outbellied by Roy Nelson two weeks ago. But things might actually be looking up.