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Through The MMAges: One Man's Journey From UFC 1-100

LAS VEGAS - JULY 11:  Brock Lesnar holds down Frank Mir during their heavyweight title bout during UFC 100 on July 11, 2009 in Las Vegas, Nevada. Lesnar defeated Mir by a second round knockout.  (Photo by Jon Kopaloff/Getty Images)
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Joel AbrahamContributor IIINovember 30, 2016

See that guy, running after that enormous, unstoppable juggernaut of a vehicle? That's me, chasing the UFC bandwagon.

I am a UFC virgin. Break me in, boys. Rock me. Take me down, get on top of me, ground me, pound me, I am ready to submit to your awesomeness.

You see, I grew up watching pro-wrestling. I say grew up; what I actually did was watch it throughout 2001 at the age of 14, just to catch the death of the glorious Attitude Era.

As with most fads in life, I was just a bit too late. While all my classmates were enjoying Stone Cold, DX, The Rock, et al, I was watching fucking Pokemon. FML.

I knew I'd missed all the good stuff, so like any diligent student of the game, I gave up. Post-WrestleMania X8, I was out of the game.

But as they say, deep within every man is a fighting-shaped hole. Seven years later, the combat void in my life opened up again. I ordered Royal Rumble 2009, and there began another two-year affair with WWE. I even dipped into TNA.

What have I learned?

Pro-wrestling is silly. Try as I might, my powers of suspending disbelief are not what they once were. Finding the shows too hammy, too predictable and too family-friendly, I was unsatisfied.

I was out in the cold, desperate for a new obsession in my life that I could cling to in an effort to drown out the savage mediocrity of life. Why couldn't wrestling be real?

I knew of a man. A legend. His name was Brock Lesnar. I remember that guy. I stopped watching WWE at about the time Lesnar made an appearance. He lasted with WWE about as long as I did, so I felt his pain.

So what's this I was hearing about him being the best legit fighter in the world? The baddest man on the planet? real?

Brock Lesnar was the UFC Heavyweight Champion. I knew of UFC: the Ultimate Fighting Championship, the most popular brand of MMA (mixed martial arts), which I only knew as cagefighting.

I was aware of UFC, but I was not aware that it was awesome. UFC had become the place for jaded wrestling fans.

I heard whispers, people talking excitedly about Brock's fights, how he destroyed all challengers, and how he was now the single biggest draw in the sport.

And that's how I ended up watching my first UFC event, UFC 116. It was awesome. I loved it. I loved it more than my own beloved family. I wanted to change my name to UFC Abraham.

I wanted to liquidize UFC and inject it into my veins. I wanted to know anything and everything about UFC.

So here I am, lining up UFC 1-100 to watch, in order, to get me up to speed so I can catch that bandwagon, leap on board and cling on for dear life.

I will be writing about each one, how the sport has evolved, and how it's fucking awesome.

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