What'cha gonna do brother when Lawlormania runs wild on you?
Having read Bleacher Report’s very own Scott Harris’ article on UFC Entrance Songs, I felt compelled to consider the all-important walkout tune from an alternative perspective, alluded to by Scott in his piece.
Weird Al Yankovic’s "Fat" (as utilised by Roy Nelson at UFC 117) featured at No. 38 in Scott Harris’ subjective chart, but perhaps most tellingly was Harris’ placement of Rick Derringer’s “Real American,” as employed by serial jokester Tom Lawlor at UFC 105. Indeed, this anthem was positioned at the summit of the list, topping (perhaps controversially for some) classics such as Randy’s selection of “Lunatic Fringe” or Hughes’ theme tune “Country Boy.”
However, given my warped sense of humour, I am inclined to concur with Harris. Indeed, as asserted by the writer himself, “First, sports is supposed to be fun. Attending and watching sporting events is supposed to be a fun thing. And this entrance song is about as fun as you can get.”
By paying homage to wrestling legend Hulk Hogan, Lawlor is overtly showcasing various redeeming personality traits that can only serve to further ingratiate him to an already-adoring fanbase (whilst for unpopular fighters, it may help them win over previously fervent disbelievers or vocal critics).
1. Sense of Self
The walkout song represents a veritable opportunity to imprint your personality on the MMA canvas, enabling fighters to exhibit their characters and afford the fans further insight into who they are and what they stand for, as fighters, general sportsmen, entertainers and human beings outside of the cage.
2. Sense of Humour
A slight contradiction given the context, after all there isn’t much funny about entering the Octagon to engage in a gruelling battle.
Invaluable for fighters who like to demonstrate that they are humble human beings outside of being posited on a pedestal as combat sport luminaries.
Paradoxically, those fighters that are both able and willing to ostensibly poke fun at themselves in front of masses of onlookers are invariably the ones who possess the most confidence, as opposed to the fighters that construct a façade of arrogance, and who inevitably hide behind their self-proclaimed swagger.
It’s probably easy for fighters to ignore and deny the MMA community’s perceptions of them, but a much more effective ruse is to collaborate with these views (outright misconception, pure speculation or otherwise) and thereby play to the crowd and prospectively diffuse the situation. To confront one’s reputation head-on is an effective therapeutic process.
In the sense that the fighter has purposefully pinpointed a track that he believes will entertain the crowd before the fight even begins. This is particularly pertinent during an era in which there is excessive pressure heaped on fighters to secure the “W,” wherein the entertainment factor of the sport is often neglected.
Some fighters would certainly overlook the above advice, deeming it more important to fully focus on fighting rather than such trivialities as song selection. Also, in fairness to certain fighters, they may prefer to opt for a song based on the message of impending doom it conveys to their adversary (bearing in mind that fighting is psychological, as well as physical, warfare), and also because a specific fighter may only be motivated by a single musical genre, which subsequently places him in the right frame of mind for combat. However, it’s irrefutable that a humorous entrance song contributes to endearing the crowd in your favour, and concomitantly unnerving one’s opponent.
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And the walkout song of the night bonus goes to…
Have you ever pondered which songs would grace our ears should all the fighters be contractually obliged to entertain the crowd with their walkout song, or were perhaps even incentivised by Dana with a $70,000 Song of the Night award, akin to a KO of the night bonus? (This could feasibly be gauged by a noise barometer within the arena/stadium.)
Neither had I until recently, but it opens up a whole world of fun and banter. Envisage the level of thought that would go into the song selection if this was ever introduced. Supplementary elements (analogous to Lawlor’s T-shirt-ripping antics, another quintessential Hogan hallmark) could only act to amplify the theatricals, and augment entertainment levels for the fans.
It would prove a great gimmick for both the fighters, who could exploit the opportunity to further endear themselves to the fans, and hence contribute to their overall brand-building process (extremely important nowadays, as borne out by Dana’s recent "incentivisation" of Twitter usage) and also for the UFC company per se, as it would constitute an additional point of debate amongst the fans, hence begetting that much-vaunted buzz.
As expressed by Scott Harris, “Lawlor may not be a big name, but he's great for MMA, and the UFC could use more like him.” In the unlikely event that this ever materialises, and fighters begin to take a leaf out of Roy’s (cook)book and take themselves a little less seriously, here are a few suggestions for the fighters:
N.B. The fighters and song suggestions are placed in no particular order. I have included a YouTube video of all the recommended walkout songs. If you have any other suggestions for songs that could be adopted by certain fighters, or any feedback in general, then please let us know in the comments section. Cheers, and enjoy.
Ok, so who do you think you are, Matt Hughes or something?
Any hardcore MMA fan is aware of the infamous UFC 63, “I’m not impressed by your performance,” GSP quote to Hughes post-fight, from which a plethora of YouTube parodies have been produced. Perhaps Georges had been subconsciously influenced by Shania’s affirmation of a decade prior?
The song’s country feel certainly befits the adversary Hughes whom Georges verbally “assaulted” (well more like “tickled” actually). If only St. Pierre had used the foresight to walk out to this cheesy country classic at UFC 65 instead of his customary French rap (which, unless fighting in Quebec, Canada, is predominantly lost on the crowd anyway).
He would have been proactively tapping into the joke, and it would have also served as the perfect foil to Hughes’ “Country Boy” song, which pertains to the same musical genre. GSP would have almost certainly gained the psychological upper hand with this simple musical manoeuvre, though ultimately he cruised to victory without the assistance of Shania’s dulcet tones.
I'm Jose Aldo! You f*$k with me, you f*$kin' with the best!
Straight from the Scarface soundtrack, one YouTube commentator hit the nail on the head by eloquently describing it as “that f*$k the world music.” A slightly nihilistic sentiment but then again those entering the cage inherently possess a maverick attitude towards life.
The track carries undertones of violence (especially when one conjures up images of the film it introduces) and is suitably inspirational for someone about to partake in the Octagon waltz, whilst proving intimidating to his dance partner.
Here I come to save the day!
Whilst all of the choices on this list are not derived from the fighters' nicknames, the Mighty Mouse theme tune would prove congruent since, as previously with Aldo, it befits his moniker (presumably it is Demetrious' resemblance to the formidable yet diminutive rodent, which inspired his sobriquet in the first place).
It also encompasses a relevant message for whom the Octagon beckons: “When there is a wrong to right, Mighty Mouse will join the fight.” It’s also the ultimate oxymoron to use a children’s cartoon theme to enter the least childlike of environments, accentuating its effectiveness and poignancy.
Let's have a toast for Josh Koscheck...
I’ve lost count of the myriad occasions on which I’ve heard fellow fighters, fans and even UFC brass alike refer to Kos as a “prick.”
Kos is an archetypal alpha-douche both inside (with his proclivity to feign injury) and outside (with his general tendency to piss people off) the cage, an infuriating habit of which he is acutely aware. In fact, he often plays up to the pantomime villain/wrestling heel role with aplomb, as he regularly insults the city in which he is fighting during post-fight interviews with Joe Rogan.
Surely, Kanye’s "Runaway" would most suit him given that it is a cathartic song for those labelled by society as douche bags, jerk-offs, scumbags and assholes (I’m fairly certain that most of us have previously heard at least half of these appellations attached to Kos).
They know I never pay, it's free whenever I hit da club...
It was a closely run affair between Koscheck and Ortiz for the ultimate douche bag award, but Kos shaded it on the basis that he is a self-professed prick, whilst Tito is still in denial.
Besides, Tito possesses other outstanding traits for which he is better recognised, namely the fact that he is the undisputed king of excuses (“Huntington Beach Blag Boy”) and that his on/off spouse is a former high-profile porn star.
Whilst the MMA community at large ridicules Ortiz for the looseness of his wife, within professional MMA it remains a rather taboo topic, unless your name is Matt Mitrione of course. Tito recently had beef with “Meathead” owing to comments made regarding his partner’s professional vocation. What better way to unashamedly declare his love for his fair lady than to stumble/limp (we have to presume that Tito will be carrying an injury that impedes his ability to walk smoothly) out to the Octagon to this strip-joint classic?
I may be over the hill now that I have retired...
The UK contingent will be more familiar with this proposal given that “One Foot in the Grave” was an award-winning comedy series aired during the '90s in England. Should the 47-year-old freak of nature ever reverse his decision, again, and come out of retirement, this would be the perfect accompaniment to his walkout.
Lyrics such as “Oh I am no spring chicken it’s true, I have to pop my teeth in to chew,” seem especially relevant in light of his recent dental issues, courtesy of Lyoto “Seagal” Machida. This could also pertain to Dan Henderson and his “Hollywood smile.”
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol...
Akin to Randy, another recently retired HOFFer (Hall of Fame fighter, nothing to do with Hasselhoff) that will never find an opportunity to employ his suggested walkout tune.
We have all been treated to some peculiar episodes by legendary Chuck in the recent past, but none more so than when he featured on a popular US morning TV show (well, it’s a toss-up between this and the naked workout), in what appeared to most to be a substance-induced stupor.
Indeed, the “(V)Iceman”’ is a renowned pleasure-seeker and all-out party boy outside the Octagon, so to witness Chuck under the influence wasn’t a complete aberration. But given that this transpired in the a.m. and Chuck was barely able to formulate a coherent sentence, genuine concerns were raised (not least by the interviewer himself).
One piece of advice for Chuck; instead of attributing his slurred words to jetlag, sleeping pills and flu medication, blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Interestingly, this song also includes the following T-Pain lyrical gem, “I'ma take a shot of Nuvo shawty then you know, It's going down we can go kick it like Judo,” with judo being a martial art in which Chuck has coincidentally trained (we all love a tenuous link).
Finally, it’s pure coincidence that T-Pain features for both arch rivals Chuck and Tito.
Mark Oldman...is he on the roids?
We all remember that severe bout of roid rage suffered by Mark Oldman following his loss to Fedor (it currently has upwards of 3.5 million views on YouTube). This choice also clearly showcases the best band name within the article (thinking about it now, my horrific diet probably does signify that my being consists of 50 percent sweet delicacies).
HMC stands 2.18 m (7'2") and weighs 160 kg. (350 lbs. or 25 stone), the biggest competitor ever to fight in K-1. The rationale that underpins this choice is straightforward; owing to his towering stature, people originally labeled his contests as “freak shows,” harkening back to the incipient stages of MMA during which weight categories were non-existent, and two opponents vastly differing in size were sanctioned to compete.
The song alludes to this negative stigma initially attached to MMA, and also draws upon the sinister facet of clowns, reminiscent of the “Doink the Clown” theme from WWF back in the early '90s (another tip of the hat to old-school professional wrestling, and the memorable histrionics into which the UFC could seamlessly tap).
He got me...with a suckerpunch...
Anyone au fait with MMA’s "enfants terribles" recognise the name Paul “Semtex” Daley?
This song choice is pretty self-explanatory—a direct allusion to the episode that saw him ejected from the UFC by a livid Dana White (the employment of this song was perhaps more feasible prior to Zuffa’s takeover of Strikeforce).
The song’s upbeat tempo, violent lyrics and schizophrenic melody embody the manic aggression displayed on Daley’s behalf during this inauspicious incident. It is also in homage to the Wildhearts, a band emanating from Donnington, England, in close proximity to Daley’s hometown of Nottingham, and his close pal and training partner Dan Hardy would certainly approve of the musical genre.
The lyric “She pulled out a 'Tyson' from out of the blue, and met with a sickening crunch” is also fitting given that Daley has frequently been dubbed MMA’s Mike Tyson, due to his well-publicised devastating KO power.
Yeahhh, yeahhh, this is how victory tastes, so I'ma spit in your face...
I’m not intentionally endeavouring to vilify my fellow Brits by pinpointing their more notorious actions, but ignominy tends to follow us in the polemical world of MMA.
The song choice of course alludes to the “Count" and his heat-of-the-moment decision to project saliva at Jorge Rivera’s boxing coach. In fact, this song is so appropriately entitled that I’m off to verify whether or not it was actually inspired by “Spitsping” and produced during the aftermath of 127.
Turn the lights off...
The chorus’s opening line neatly encapsulates Diego’s sudden nickname transition. “You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare,” underscores Diego’s switch from one extreme to another, polar opposites on the subconscious mind-state scale.
The metamorphosis from the nightmare to the dream also reflects Diego’s rather unpredictable, cavalier and zany personality outside the Octagon. However, rather than “turn the lights on”, as Beyonce repeatedly hollers, Diego is still trying to turn the lights off of his opponents.
'Cause nobody likes a liar like I do...
Perennial underachiever Brandon Vera recurrently ensures us fight fans that this is his time; that on this occasion he is really prepared for his ensuing bout.
However, upon hearing these words exit the mouth of the “Truth,” ironically one can’t help but feel it’s actually a lie. Of course, it’s a prerequisite in the fight game to hype and believe in oneself. You can’t imagine a fighter uttering the words “It’s gonna be close but the likelihood is he’ll just shade it.”)
Stepping into the Octagon necessitates an unswerving belief in one’s capacity and destiny to get the “W,” but Vera is becoming like the boy who cried wolf. The chorus perfectly captures this sentiment:
“This is the boy who cried wolf
"Too many times before, too many times before.
"This is the boy who cried wolf
"And he is not one to be counted on.”
I get knocked down, but I get up again...
In addition to drawing upon Scott’s article, other recent Bleacher Report articles have consciously influenced a few of my choices.
Voted No. 2 on Blake Dreisbach’s “10 Most-Questioned Chins in MMA,” the susceptibility of Arlovski’s chin is no secret within MMA circles. Not only are the lyrics to Chumbawamba's (second-best group name within the article) song appropriately imbued with humour, but it also acts as a defiant message for those who believe his suspect chin should have already led to his retirement from the sport: “I get knocked down but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down.”
However, as a caveat, somebody should probably inform Arlovski (as Dana did with Chuck) that the brain is a fragile entity. It isn’t supposed to be rendered concussed on multiple consecutive occasions. Hopefully, Greg Jackson, with his renowned wisdom, will adopt the role of consigliere, but ultimately the timing of retirement is at a fighter’s discretion.
Diaz said knock you out...
Jake Shields constitutes the absolute antithesis of a KO specialist, with his record boasting a miserly three TKOs and zero KOs in 26 bouts. Hence the song’s rhetoric belies the reality of the threat posed by Shields.
This selection is accompanied by more than a slight hint of irony, and subverts the more conventional idea of highlighting the principal weapon within your armoury through song, thereby indicating cage tactics and intimidating opponents, as evidenced with Joseph Benavidez (a guy for whom seven of 14 MMA career wins have come via chokeout) and Randy Couture in their appropriation of “Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent (No. 11 on Scott Harris’ "Top 50 Walkout Songs").
Indeed, Joe Rogan picked up on the unsubtle hint provided by the song’s title (upon registering the song, he immediately yells, “I’m telling you, he’s gonna try to submit him”), even if Mark Coleman (a fellow HOFFer) failed to, leaving himself open to submission by way of rear naked choke, hence demonstrating the potentially prophetic nature of the walkout song.
The Chaelhouse Rock...
From the "King of Rock ‘n’ Roll” to the king of trash talk, Chael was recently indicted for being complicit in real estate fraud. As with the Nick Diaz suggestion hereafter, I’m not sure Dana would perceive this to be positive publicity given it infers illicit affairs, thereby potentially tarnishing the meticulously managed reputation of the organisation and sport itself.
Consequently, it’s highly unlikely that Dana would authorise a number of these walkout songs (but I’m imagining a UFC devoid of politics and PR considerations).
I was gonna attend the Fighter Summit, but then I got high...La da da da da la, arrrr yeaaaaa...
It’s difficult to envision the ovation that this old-school classic would receive. This would be a real “f*$k you” to Dana et al. Messrs. White and Fertitta.
Nick is the antithesis of an MMA marketer’s dream (epitomised by GSP) in that he has openly endorsed marijuana usage, speaks defiantly against the sport/organisations that remunerate him, has expressed an interest to transition to boxing owing to subpar paycheques in MMA, is overtly ill-mannered, discourteous and often hostile towards reporters, regularly shirks his media obligations, is overzealous to continue fights with his cage foes outside of the Octagon and seemingly becomes embroiled in any controversial situation that presents itself. In short, he’s a flippin’ nightmare.
The following could be Nick’s own personal adaption of this pothead anthem:
“I was gonna attend the pre-fight presser but then I got high,
"I was gonna discuss my contract with Dana but then I got high,
"La da da da da da da.”
Get your middle fingers moving...
Given his partiality towards offensive hand gestures, this would be the perfect accompaniment to Diaz’s middle-finger salute. Whilst mirroring his older brother’s rebellious nature, it is perhaps Nate’s willingness to more readily conform (or “Play the game” as Dana phrases it), which has enabled him to retain his place on the UFC roster.
Your s#$t is overrated...
Sitting atop Scott Harris’ “20 Most Overhyped Fighters of All Time,” Kimbo is essentially a backstreet brawler who unsuccessfully sought to morph into a fully fledged mixed martial artist (I use the term “mixed martial artist” very loosely when referring to scrappers such as Slice).
The chorus proudly proclaims, “Your s#$t is overrated,” and this best summarises the sentiment herein, though I would prefer not to tell Slice vis-à-vis. However, if I were cajoled into informing Kimbo that his stuff is indeed overrated, I’d feel more comfortable doing so inside the Octagon than in a parking lot.
Is it because you've got no country of your own?
Fully cognizant of the fact that “The Irish Hand Grenade” was extremely proud of his Irish roots, Dan Hardy sought to gain the psychological edge by questioning the authenticity of Davis’ heritage. Upon discovering the extent to which Davis took umbrage to the title of “plastic paddy,” Hardy’s verbal barrage thereafter was relentless. The jovial insults led Davis to become too emotionally invested in the duel, which would ultimately prove his demise.
The Dean of Obscene...
He should be renamed “The Dean of Obscene” in view of the state of his visage.
Right Said Fred are the first UK artists since The Beatles to reach the No. 1 slot in the U.S. with a debut single. Keith actually looks like the long-lost uglier sibling of Richard and Fred (bald, pale, pectoral definition) of whom the band comprises, and is possibly the only bloke under the Zuffa banner who looks more handsome after a fight.
But then again, according to French playwright Jean Anouilh, “An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.” Following this logic, an intrepid Jardine is a far prettier aesthetic than a petrified St. Pierre. Not sure the femmes would concur with Jean on that one.
Please do not swagger jack me...
This is a must for "Suga" when he eventually takes on JBJ, with the lyrics tailor-made for the sentiment recently expressed by Evans that Jon Jones is “stealing his style." This was based on claims that Bones wore the exact same suit owned by Rahsad to appear on Jay Leno, a detail later verified by the current LHW champ himself.
Sometimes I feel like I'm (b)eatin' a dead horse...
A heartfelt, philosophical and moving Roses symphony, especially for animal rights activists.
It is common knowledge that the 'Reem consumes copious amounts of horsemeat (spelt “steroids” in Dutch) as a rich source of protein. The chorus opens “Sometimes I feel like I’m beatin’ a dead horse” (remove the “b” from “beatin’” and you’re on the same page as Alistair). Who could have predicted that Axl Rose and “The Demolition Man” are kindred (horse-(b)eating) spirits?
I want to hug ya, ground ya, pound ya till my arms fall off...
“I want to hug ya, kiss ya, squeeze ya till my arms fall off” hints at Fitch’s tendency to rely on his grinding wrestling style to overwhelm his competitor in a pure war of attrition.
However, the excerpt of the song that declares, “Yeah, I'll do anythang, just to make love to you” may disconcert the more macho of his adversaries, especially when taking into account the decidedly virile milieu of MMA.
I love me some chicken...
Perhaps the most glaringly obvious detail that one may discern from watching TUF 13, featuring the former WWE goliath, is that he is generally obsessed with poultry (both as a source of food and more bizarrely its excrement), and as such has adopted a poultry-based scale of chicken salad/chicken s#$t to symbolise talented and deficient fighters respectively.
One of the song's more curious lines in particular needs to be addressed; “Chicken and granola bars make a nice meal especially when you’re alone.” That sent me off on a bit of a tangent; I wonder if chicken and granola bars actually constitute a tasty meal? On the surface, it seems to be relatively well-balanced given that it comprises both protein and carbs; however, the nutrients from fruit and veg appear distinctly lacking.
Also, is this random food combination really enhanced through solitary consumption? And by “alone,” do they signify literally (solo at that specific time) or figuratively (generally a loner in this unforgiving world)? I digress, but at least now I finally understand the origins of random tangents in The Family Guy.
This would also represent a relatively underground choice by Lesnar (and a welcomed break from the horrific racket to which he habitually enters the arena), given that AFI is an alternative band that often jokingly denies the existence of the "Chicken Song."
Now you can't catch Lyoto...
I know what you’re thinking; courtesy of his recent Karate Kid/Steven Seagal-inspired crane kick, surely the patent choice here would be the Karate Kid theme.
However, ask any combatant who has shared an Octagon with this wily fox and they will readily attest to his trademark “elusiveness.” In fact, Rampage had to experience Lyoto's evasiveness to fully appreciate it. Just watching him is like trying to fix your eyes on a blob of mercury.
But this Chuck Berry chorus could goad and entice any opponent to pursue the lethal karate practitioner:
“Now you can't catch me,
"Baby you can't catch me,
"Cause if you get too close,
"You know I'm gone like a cool breeze.”
I'm no classy lady, but I'm all woman...
Taking into account her nickname of “Cyborg,” some would probably opt for the Terminator theme. Whilst she is machine-esque in the manner she robotically dismantles opponents inside the cage, she is actually quite a charismatic, charming lady outside of fighting.
More appropriate is Lisa Stansfield’s display of female fortitude (which incidentally reached No. 1 in the US R&B chart) serving as the ideal retort to the doubters that have aired their suspicions about her actual gender. It’s true that Cyborg generally uses male training partners because she is simply too formidable for her female counterparts, and many opine that she could hang (please ignore the double entendre here) with most of the men in her weight category.
The opening two lines of the chorus seem fitting: “I may not be a lady, but I’m all woman.” Indeed pummelling other females in the face does not form part of the traditional definition of “ladylike,” but, hey, a sister’s getting paid so fair play to her.
And here’s a thought, maybe she could lend a little of her surplus testosterone to Chael?
You like vegetable juice, don't you?
Aaron Simpson; he’s rough. He throws punches. But he won’t bite you if you’ve ever had a mother. A-Train is one of the numerous elite MMA fighters who follow a strict vegetarian diet, and was recently highlighted on the home page of UFC.com, under the title “Vicious Vegetarian.” This song is also probably the most infuriatingly catchy of the lot.
Veggie fact: The man who created the Ultimate Fighting Championship is a vegetarian. Rorion Gracie, as part of the Gracie family, came to the United States and had the idea where fighters of all disciplines could battle it out to see whose art was the best. No holds barred. He also invented the Octagon.
Michaelangelo (and Pat Barry) is a party dude...
By his own admission Pat always aspired to be a ninja with MMA facilitating the realization of his childhood dream.
Barry is just about zany enough to go for this; in fact when juxtaposed with some of his other antics (including most notoriously his favourite pastime of parading disrobed in various inappropriate spots), this walkout stunt would appear rather lame, a walk(out) in the proverbial park for someone with Barry’s cojones and shamelessness.
Get a look at male epitome...
Anybody whose CV includes the nicknames “The Big Sexy,” “The Alpha Male” and “The Tanned Adonis” must be relatively self-assured. It's a shame for Sean that he seems to concentrate more on his aesthetic appeal than his ability to throw down.
A favourite on the UG, his story is a great one, and one which he himself recounts with much gusto, essentially talking his way into the UFC before promptly being ejected for being, well, mediocre for want of a better word.
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo...
Had MMA and Faber been around in the '60s, you could bet your bottom dollar that “The California Kid” would have burst into the arena to this one, screaming “Cowabunga dude!”
Both the Beach Boys and the Team Alpha-Male head honcho were born and raised in California, and so the words are in some ways ideally tailored towards Faber, who is the archetypal surfer dude based on appearance and attitude. Within the first verse alone, references are made to their native California, beach life, baggie shorts, sandals and bushy blonde hairdos.
As it stands, indicative of the hip-hop era in which we reside, Urijah usually appears to “California Love” by Dr. Dre and Tupac.
If only the gorilla press drop followed by a running splash was legal in the UFC...
The underlying inspiration for this entire slideshow was Tom Lawlor’s Hulk Hogan wrestling spoof, so it’s fitting to identify another mixed martial artist who is well suited to replicating a WWF icon.
In terms of appearance, Clay Guida’s flowing locks resemble the Ultimate Warrior, a comparison accentuated by the fact that he emulates the UW's entrance/run to the ring/cage. Furthermore, Clay is precisely the sort of bloke who’d be eccentric enough to smother his face in war paint if it were permitted in the UFC (like with GSP's "grease-gate" though, you could imagine the "warpaint-gate" furore that would ensue). And to top it all off, this high-octane music is perfect to prime any savage for imminent combat.
The "Showtime" Superkick defies logic...
This ominously entitled epic tune would intimidate even the most indomitable of souls. The Matrix association would instantaneously remind Pettis' opponent of his futuristic and much-vaunted off-the-cage spinning kick which has become a mainstay on most MMA highlight reels.
Given the recommendations to both the aforementioned Guida and Pettis, it would be truly immense if they both emerged to these iconic tunes when they encounter each other at the TUF 13 finale, but unfortunately I just don't see it transpiring.
I may just have to tweet all the fighters contained within the list a link to this article on the off chance...apart from a few including Kimbo, Tito and Marcus Davis and certain others. After all, I'm not looking to upset or offend anyone, nor am I that brave.
However, for the fighters like Urijah, Pat Barry, Rashad and Anthony Pettis, the suggestions are pretty innocuous so it may just work. If you do hear any of these recommendations used by the fighters in the future, shout me a hollar. Cheers, from sunny Manchester, England.