ONE OF THE BEST SLUGFESTS OF ALL TIME
Manny Pacquiao and Juan Manuel Marquez is one of boxing's biggest rivalries. Both sluggers threw down multiple times until Marquez finally got the best of him in a knockout years after this fight.
But if you haven't seen the first time they threw down, check it out. Both dudes throw down, Rock-Em, Sock-Em robots style.
Click on the picture below to go to the YouTube page for the fight.
Enjoy.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the ''Pit Fighters" combat sports series, featuring a Mexican luchador and ladies man named El Aire. He's also the author of 'Sword of the Angel', a lucha libre vs. Zombies title. Bowie writes Tex-Mexploitation tales with titles that feature zombies, combat sports, horror, lucha libre, the supernatural, and superheroes. Network with Bowie at ZBFbooks.com. Pick up a copy of 'Pit Fighters: Baptism by Fire' or 'Pit Fighters: Double Cross' today in paperback or kindle HERE. Pick up a copy of 'Sword of the Angel' HERE. Or click on the book covers below.
With the emergence of such Japanese wrestling stars as Asuka, Otami, and Nakamura on WWE NXT and the discussion of 'Strong Style', here's a prime example of what those two words mean.
Check out the brutal AJPW Triple Crown Match between Kenta Kobashi and the late Misuhara Misawa.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the ''Pit Fighters" combat sports series, featuring a Mexican luchador and ladies man named El Aire. He's also the author of 'Sword of the Angel', a lucha libre vs. Zombies title. Bowie writes Tex-Mexploitation tales with titles that feature zombies, combat sports, horror, lucha libre, the supernatural, and superheroes. Network with Bowie at ZBFbooks.com. Pick up a copy of 'Pit Fighters: Baptism by Fire' or 'Pit Fighters: Double Cross' today in paperback or kindle HERE. Pick up a copy of 'Sword of the Angel' HERE. Or click on the book covers below.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the ''Pit Fighters" combat sports series, featuring a fierce boxer from Scotland. Bowie writes Tex-Mexploitation tales with titles that feature zombies, combat sports, horror, lucha libre, the supernatural, and superheroes. Network with Bowie at ZBFbooks.com. Pick up a copy of 'Pit Fighters: Baptism by Fire' or 'Pit Fighters: Double Cross' today in paperback or kindle HERE.
Scope out this great KO compilation featuring one of boxing's heaviest hitters: Mike Tyson.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the ''Pit Fighters" combat sports series, featuring a fierce boxer from Scotland. Bowie writes Tex-Mexploitation tales with titles that feature zombies, combat sports, horror, lucha libre, the supernatural, and superheroes. Network with Bowie at ZBFbooks.com. Pick up a copy of 'Pit Fighters: Baptism by Fire' or 'Pit Fighters: Double Cross' today in paperback or kindle HERE.
I've always loved fighting games, and Haggar and Zangief were always favorites because their characters hit sweet German Suplexes.
But what would happen if they both threw down? Here's a fantasy matchu brought to life. Check it out.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the 'Down the Road' south Texas zombie horror trilogy. Bowie writes Tex-Mexploitation tales with titles that feature zombies, combat sports, horror, lucha libre, the supernatural, and superheroes. Network with Bowie at ZBFbooks.com. Pick up a copy of 'Down the Road' today in paperback or kindle HERE.
With 'Final Deletion' and now the following brawl at the Wyatt compound, its not hard to see the influence Lucha Underground is having on the heavy-hitters in sports entertainment. Is WWE doing it as good as LU? Fuck no. But its a step in the right direction for more innovative, interesting, and exciting moments for storytelling outside of some schmuck with a shoulder cam filming backstage and calling it 'movie making'.
Anyway, enjoy this clip. Then pick up a copy of some of the best combat sports stories on the market today HERE from ZBFbooks.com.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the 'Down the Road' zombie horror series from Permuted Press. He's earned a BFA in Acting and a MA in Theatre History from Texas State University. Network with Bowie and check out his books at his official website, ZBFbooks.com.
Matt and Jeff Hardy threw down in what many fans have called a ridiculous farce.
But its the opinion of ZBFbooks.com that although it was ridiculous and backyard wrestling with pros, it was still entertaining as hell on many different levels (many humorous).
Look, I can't fault a wrestling organization trying something new. Truthfully, I think we have Lucha Underground to thank for that. This 'cinematic style' was a fun attempt at matching LU, and it did okay.
Lets face it. It's still 10x better than the old WWE style of 'movie making' which involved one dude back stage filming on a shoulder cam a bad duet scene and calling it a 'movie.'
This is closer to that.
Anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you think. Then check out some of the ZBFbooks.com Combat Sports titles HERE and enjoy some fun in paperback or Kindle today.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the 'Down the Road' zombie horror series from Permuted Press. He's earned a BFA in Acting and a MA in Theatre History from Texas State University. Network with Bowie and check out his books at his official website, ZBFbooks.com.
Fight Card is excited to publish the collection you now hold in your hands – our second Fight Card charity anthology – Fight Card Presents: Battling Mahoney and Other Stories. This time we’ve upped the ante from ten rounds of two-fisted fight fiction to a full fifteen rounds – with 100% of the proceeds going to help the family of western writing legend, the late Jory Sherman – a mentor and friend to so many in the literary community.
Writers helping writers as part of the Fight Card publishing collective.
Battling Mahoney and Other Stories is filled with action delivered by many of Fight Card’s top contributors. Legendary pulp writer Len Levinson provides the title story – featuring characters from his popular The Sergeant series of WWII thrillers. Willis Gordon sets the mood with his extensive essay, On Boxing, andFight Card favorite James Hopwood (Fight Card: King of the Outback and Fight Card: Rumble in the Jungle) gives us aHollywood Hits tale featuring Abbott & Costello along with The Brown Bomber himself, Joe Louis.
Robert E. Howard scholar Mark Finn (Fight Card: The Adventures of Sailor Tom Sharkey) gives us another top notch ‘weird boxing’ tale, featuring Sailor Tom Sharkey & the Electric Gorilla. Bowie V. Ibarra returns to the Fight Card team with his prose singing The Song of the Cornerman, while Michael Zimmerman gives us one of the hardest hitting stories in the collection, The Broken Man.
New writers climbing into the ring with Fight Card include Nik Morton (Cowboy in the Ring), Marc Cameron (Rock, Paper, Scissors), Marcia Ward (Bloodied Leather), Clay More (Heat of Battle), and Chuck Tyrell (Fight Day in Diablo).
We are also thrilled to include stories from Loren D. Estleman and James Reasoner, both writers who are held in the highest regard by their peers and readers.
This new anthology also sports another beautiful cover fromFight Card’s resident artist/illustrator, the brilliant and talented Carl Yonder (Pirate Eye).
It’s all happening in Fight Card Presents: Battling Mahoney and Other Stories…
So, keep calm and keep your guard up…
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As mentioned, ZBFbooks.com kingpin Bowie V. Ibarra has provided yet another short story for the charity anthology. This one is entitled, 'Song of the Cornerman'. The story is about a cornerman who is taking his charge, a young, overconfident boxer, into his first title fight.
Below is a preview of the title. Check it out.
SONG OF THE CORNERMAN
By
Bowie V. Ibarra
Copyright 2013, 2014 Bowie V. Ibarra, ZBFbooks.com,
(Fight Card)
DEDICATIONS
To my father and tio Martin. Thanks for introducing me to boxing.
To all boxing fans.
To Teddy Atlas.
To Jeremy LC Jones and Paul Bishop. Thank you for this opportunity.
Bradley Coburn is a
good boxer. In fact, he’s real good.
The problem is he knows
it, and is too busy telling everyone how great he is instead of putting in time
in the gym honing his skills.
You don’t know how many
times this little bastard has stood me up for gym time. Sure, he comes in during the week when we’re
open, during his daily training. But
then he says he wants to come in for some extra gym time on the weekend, when
we’re closed. I say okay, right? I mean, what kind of trainer doesn’t make an
effort to help out a student who doesn’t want to improve his skills,
right? Am I right?
And so there’s little
old me, good old Octavio, getting his sleepy ass out of bed and going to open
the gym at eight in the morning after a night of cards and bourbon with the old
codgers I call my friends at the VFW.
Me. Getting up in the
morning. Saturday morning. I could ask Marty to do it for me, but that’s
not Marty’s business. Marty’s business
is to keep Bradley’s face from falling apart during a fight. So it’s me, it’s all me getting up early on a
weekend, usually with a hangover, to open up.
And where’s
Bradley? Nowhere to be seen. Twice he’s showed up over an hour after I’ve
been waiting for him as I’m about to lock up.
That’s the kind of undisciplined little bastard I’m dealing with
here. The guy’s good, but so good he
thinks he doesn’t need to work for it.
Which makes tonight’s
problem even bigger. It’s Bradley’s
first televised title fight, and he’s still got his head so far up his ass that the champ, this
big Cuban named Oscar Vincent, is going to have to punch Bradley on his butt
cheek and hope it hits his face.
I swear to Christ, if
Bradley doesn’t listen to me, he’s going to sleep in that ring in front of the
world and lose this shot. And I don’t
want that, you hear me? I don’t want
that for him. He doesn’t deserve it, but
he’s going to earn it if he doesn’t listen to me.
“Would you relax,
Octavio. I’m boxing’s next big
thing. I got this, man.”
“You’ll have this if
you stick with what we trained for, Bradley.”
I call him Bradley
because he says he hates being called Brad.
See? See? That’s the kind of challenge I’m dealing
with.
“He’s going to do fine,
Octavio.”
“Marty, I know you want
to earn your keep, but I don’t want you having to put Bradley’s face back
together when that Cuban starts picking him apart out there.”
“I got it,
Octavio. You’ll see. This Cuban has no chance.”
“You better listen to
me out there, Bradley. This is a title
fight, kid.”
“I will, I will. I always do, Octavio.”
I swear to Christ, over
the past thirty-five years I’ve been in this sport, after four years an amateur
and around twenty years as a boxer, I’ve never had to deal with such a prima
donna. I’ve also never dealt with
somebody with so much talent, so much skill.
The kid is a prodigy, but Jesus Christ is he stuck on himself.
I don’t want to go off
on this little bastard. He’s not ready
for that. Marty’s always holding me
back, and I can appreciate that. But I swear
to Christ, if I have to, I will. This
little bastardis like a son to me,
and we’ve both come too far to not take home the winner’s purse and the
belt. I’m just not going to put up with
his garbage tonight. He earned his shot. Now I’m going to make him deserve taking home
the big dollars and the title tonight, whether he likes it or not. Mainly, because I deserve my cut of that
purse for putting up with him. So does
Marty. But Marty’s not past due on his
rent and about to be thrown out on the rails.
I am.
You’d think I’d do a
better job with money management. But
most of my money goes to the gym for the boys and on the poker tables at the
VFW. I just want them to have the best. The boys, that is. Not my buddies at the VFW. But it’s one of the better gyms in San
Antonio. It might even be better if I
was dealt better hands. It’s a bad
habit, I know.
I could hear Bradley’s
music start when this guy walked into our dressing room with a headset on.
“We’re ready for you,
Mr. Coburn,” he said.
“Let’s go,” I said,
waving them on.
Bradley shouted, then
said, “Let’s do this!” before he walked out the door.
I leaned over to Marty
and told him, “If he doesn’t take this fight seriously, Marty, I swear to
Christ.”
“We’re not there yet,
Octavio. Let a few rounds play out
first.”
“Sure. Sure. Wait and see. Wait and see.”
We stepped out from the
curtain only moments after Marty had unfurled the Texas flag, and I could feel
the energy in the arena. All these
years, that’s still something that gives me a thrill, a real charge, you
know? That energy. That fire from the crowd is just so
addictive. Like a drug. Really, hearing those people cheering, ready
to see the fighters slug it out, it’s just so… God, I don’t even have the words
for it.
We got to the ring, and
I think the ring was to Bradley’s advantage.
It was a few inches smaller than most rings he’s fought in, and the
canvas was pristine. Well, apart from
the fights earlier that night. I could
tell when I looked at the canvas before the show that tonight was its first
night to be used.
We’re also the blue
corner tonight, which I’d requested and we’d got. I’m kind of superstitious about the corners I
work. Blue has always been good to me. I’ve only lost seven fights working the blue
corner. I won 46 with my camp.
The red’s a totally
different story. 24 wins. 13 losses.
Yeah, I hate that corner.
The good thing, though,
is that old Bradley here is 29 of those wins on blue. No losses here. He’s also 10 of those wins on red. But his two losses were on red, so this bodes
well for all of us.
I put my stuff down
with Marty and called for Bradley, who was already dancing around the ring.
“’Ey. Get over here, Bradley. Get your head straight.”
“I’m ready,
Octavio. Don’t sweat it,” he told me as
I took off his robe.
“You’ve got this
tonight, Bradley.”
“The title’s mine
tonight, Octavio. You’ll see.”
“You better show me
tonight,” I told him. “Show all these
people here.”
Marty was checking to
make sure he had enough Vasoline on Bradley’s face to help prevent cuts from
the punches when the Cuban’s music started and the fans started cheering. How could I blame them? This guy, Oscar Vincent, was a real knockout
artist. His hands were phenomenal, and
his technique was sweet. And he had the
fans in his corner that was for sure. I
wouldn’t say Bradley was booed by any stretch of the imagination. Bradley’s arrogance certainly didn’t help
endear him to fans.
But the energy from the
fans for the Cuban was much stronger than for Bradley. It didn’t seem to faze the kid, though. Didn’t faze me. I could give a rat’s ass what these fans
think about Bradley. If he listens to
me, these fans will be in our corner before it’s all over. If not, well, life’s best lessons are learned
the hard way, you know? It wouldn’t be
the first time I’d be out in the streets, either. I always have the gym. Hell, maybe Chris from the VFW would lend me
a few bucks, tide over the landlord for a week or two.
Ah, who the hell am I
kidding?
It’s this whole flag
waving thing I can’t stand for right now.
This Cuban thinks he can walk into the Frank Erwin here in Austin with
that Cuban flag. That makes my blood
boil. That’s why I made sure to tell
Marty to wave the Lone Star State flag.
I’m from San Antonio. Bradley’s
from Houston. Marty is from Shreveport,
but that’s okay. He knows what he’s
doing, so I’ll forgive him for being born in Louisiana. I tell folks he’s from Beaumont.
“Christ, he’s big,”
whispered Bradley to me as Vincent stepped into the ring with his team.
I heard Bradley and had
to respond. “Now you relax,
Bradley. You knew this already, and
we’ve trained for it. So get your head
straight. You can beat this big bastard,
alright?”
Bradley just nodded at
me as we all moved back to our corner as the announcer began his intro.
I’m not going to lie to
you. I thought the same thing when
Vincent entered the ring. The guy seemed
much bigger in person. I’d studied some
tape, but man, in person, the dude was huge.
But the scales don’t lie. Bradley
and Vincent are in the same weight class.
As the announcer
finished his spiel, I had one more thing to tell Bradley before the face off.
“Listen to me,
Bradley. You look this big bastard in
the eye and you show him who’s going to win this fight, you hear me? Get your game face on, kid!”
Bradley looked like a
little puppy who had just got his ass whipped by a rolled up newspaper. His bravado had somehow faded since he laid
eyes on the big commie. I thought he was
about to start whimpering as we faced off in the middle of the ring.
His trainers weren’t
much to me. A couple of young
chumps. They’re lucky they had this
Cuban under their wing. Real gravy
train. Bradley would show them.
Ref gave the
instructions, and they touched gloves.
We got out of the ring, but before I got out, I told Bradley, “Get out
there and stick to your training. You
hear me?”
Bradley nodded as I put
his mouthpiece in his mouth and stepped out.
“He’s going to be fine,
Octavio,” Marty said to me.
“He can beat this big
bastard, Marty, if he listens to me.”
The bell rang and
Bradley’s test began. I hadn’t been this
nervous in a while. This kid has a
chance to become a big name in boxing with a good showing here. And he’s doing alright. Bradley’s working the jab like I needed him
to do. Bradley’s got the reach
advantage, and we need to keep Vincent from getting shots off on the inside.
“Good jabs from
Bradley.”
“It’s early, Marty.
It’s early.”
“I just want you to see
this kid is starting right.”
“I can see it, Marty.”
I’m usually not this
grouchy. Marty didn’t deserve me
snapping back at him like that. I’m just
a bundle of nerves right now.
Vincent fed Bradley one
of his rights, and Bradley stumbled.
“Oh, hell,” I muttered. Bradley
recovered, thank Christ, and returned a combo of his own, getting Vincent off
of him. And when Vincent tried to find
another opening, Bradley responded with more combos, making a statement that he
was not in any danger.
“You think he slipped?”
“I think he got
clocked, Marty. But he’s recovered.”
Things slowed down a
bit with both men taking their time before the round ended. It was a Vincent round, for sure,
though. Marty and I got in the ring and
sat Bradley down.
“Are you alright?” I
asked Bradley, pulling out his mouthpiece.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. You’re doing good right now. Keep snapping that jab. You’re not going to one-punch this guy. You need to keep setting up these combos.”
Bradley’s eyes were scanning
the crowd.
“’Ey. Bradley look at me. Are you listening?” I turned his face to me. This kid was not focused.
“Yeah.”
“Listen. Keep it up with the combos, but stop throwing
the hook from the outside. He’s an
experienced guy, he’s going to respond to it.
Switch it up, and keep snapping that jab.”
I swear, the only other
person other than a corner man that knows how fast a minute can be is a
boxer. We stepped out of the ring as the
second round began.
“No real swelling to
report, boss.”
“Great. As long as he listened to what I told him to
do, he should be fine.”
Bradley opened strong
with a set of combos that was answered by Vincent. Good series of punches from both. I was hoping he was establishing the combo so
he could switch it up. But the more the
match went on, he wasn’t doing what I told him to do.
“He’s throwing the same
punches.”
“I know it,” I told
Marty.
Same series of combos
from Bradley. He was becoming
predictable; what I needed him to avoid.
They were connecting, sure. But
that wasn’t going to last long.
“He’s starting to get
cocky.”
“I swear to Christ.”
Bradley was connecting
pretty solid, and although Vincent had answers, Bradley was taking control.
“He’s getting too
cocky.”
“I swear to Christ.”
There’s a different
feeling you get outside the ring when you know someone’s going to get knocked
down. In the ring, a fighter can almost
smell it. Well, I did. It’s like you connect on some sort of spirit
level, like your body flows the way it should and it just happens. For me, when I’m watching it, you just… I
can’t even put it into words, but you know it’s coming.
Too bad it wasn’t the
person I needed knocked down.
“Aw, hell,” shouted
Marty as Bradley fell to his hands and knees.
“Get up, kid.”
Bradley had dropped his
fundamentals, thinking he was hurting Vincent.
One, he’s just standing in front of the guy when he lands some combos. And two, his hands are down. Hands up, kid. Hands up.
“I swear to
Christ! Get up Bradley!”
Thankfully, he didn’t
look bad, and got up at 8.
“Keep your hands up,
kid,” I shouted.
Vincent went in for the
kill, but Bradley was able to keep the big Cuban from getting a good shot
in. After a few flurries, the second
round was over and Marty and I climbed in the ring.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Listen to me, pull
yourself together. The beginning of this
match was all you, but you lost your focus and wanted to play around and you
paid for it. You’d get your shots off
and you posed after you punched. It was
you. It was all you in the first part of
that match.
I tried to look into
this kids eyes to see if he was listening.
I don’t think he was, but I stayed on him.
“Stop standing in front
of this guy. He’s too good to make this
kind of bush league mistake. And keep
your hands up. You’re better than
this. Now go back in there and fight a
full round.”
“Yeah.”
We got out of the ring
and the third began. And more of the
same lack of discipline from Bradley.
“What is wrong with
him? He looks like crap.”
“He’s giving up,
Marty. He’s giving up already. I can’t believe this.”
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Will Octavio coach his charge to the win? Or will Bradley's lack of confidence prove his undoing?
Check it out in Battling Mahoney and Other Stories. Pick it up today HERE.
And if you like outstanding fight stories, then ZBFbooks.com has some picks for you. Pick up your copy of the 'Pit Fighters' series today in paperback or kindle. Follow the adventures of the fighters in the south Texas fight stable, San Uvalde International, in 'Baptism by Fire' and 'Double Cross'. Get themHERE. The stories feature a Scottish boxer trying to make a name for himself again.
Check out the trailers and the book covers for both books below.
TRAILER: PIT FIGHTERS - BAPTISM BY FIRE
BOOK TRAILER: PIT FIGHTERS - DOUBLE CROSS
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the acclaimed 'Down the Road' zombie horror series from Permuted Press. He earned a BFA in Acting and a MA in Theatre History from Texas State University. His latest titles explore superhero themes, including 'Codename: La Lechusa', 'Room 26 and the Army of Xulhutdul', and 'Tejano Star and the Vengeance of Chaplain Skull'.
Network with Bowie at his official website, ZBFbooks.com, the leader in Tex-Mexploitation literature.
A PROUD VALE TUDO CHAMP SWALLOWS HIS PRIDE TO ESCAPE HIS PAST IN THE FIGHT CARD PULP TITLE
by
Bowie V. Ibarra
I don't think I've ever read a book that drew the kind of heel heat Fight Card's 'Rise of the Luchador' did as I read it. There was a kind of contempt for lucha libre, pro-wrestling, and such legends as El Santo throughout the book, reflected through the protagonist, Carlos. But by the end of the title, I realized where the author, Jason Ridler writing as Jack Tunney, was going with it and completely appreciated the finish.
The story revolves around Carlos, a former Vale Tudo champ from Brazil on the run from a violent drug lord. It turns out Carlos killed the drug lord's son in a street fight, and Carlos finds sanctuary in a traveling carnival as a bouncer. But when the big hero of the carnival's pro-wrestling show becomes seriously wounded by a crazed crowd member, Carlos is encouraged to don the mask and take his place. But the attention his character draws brings him to the attention of the drug lords, still seeking him out.
As a fan of both combat sports and pro-wrestling, I really understood the perspectives of the folks in the story. And though there was an underlying contempt for lucha libre and pro-wrestling and its fans in the book, Ridlerdid a fantastic job of balancing the strengths and weaknesses of MMA as well as pro-wrestling.
Again, Ridler was drawing some serious heat from this avid pro-rasslin' and MMA fan. And like a classic heel, the author's story was making my blood boil at how disrespectful the story appeared to be for the craft of pro-wrestling. I was so mad, I kept reading to see where it was going, like the heel making me want to buy a ticket to a show to watch him get stomped.
Yet as the story developed, there was a method to the madness. 'Rise of the Luchador' built to a fantastic finish. In the end, it was a title that gave respect to the art of pro-wrestling and the art of combat sports.
You have got to explore the Fight Card titles HERE.
Check out more of the great combat sport-themed titles of Jason Ridler HERE.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the combat sport series 'Pit Fighters' from ZBFbooks.com. It's the adventures of several fighters from around the world who form a stable to compete in the early days of MMA competition. You can pick them up today in paperback or Kindle HERE.
Network with Bowie and check out all his other cool books featuring zombies, blood, and fights at his official website, ZBFbooks.com today.
ZBFBOOKS.COM IS WAITING FOR THE DAY THESE MOVES APPEAR IN MMA by Bowie V. Ibarra
Alright, I know how ridiculous it sounds. But I believe there are at least three pro-wrestling moves that could be effectively utilized in MMA. No, seriously. They can.
Look, we've already seen the influence of pro-wrestling on the MMA scene. Many of the early Japanese combatants, including Kazushi Sakuraba, have utilized pro-wrestling moves in MMA. No, I'm serious. Check it out.
PRO-WRESTLING MOVES WE'VE ALREADY SEEN IN MMA
1. The Mongolian Chop
Yes, the Mongolian Chop has been used in MMA. Japanese MMA fighter and pro-wrestler Kazushi Sakuraba used it against Royce Gracie, as well as some other competitors. You can find it in the link to this highlight reel below at the 2:20 mark.
Okay, so the set up for it has not quite been as ridiculous as Kevin Nash putting some dudes head between his legs, waiting five seconds to pose, before lifting the dude up and dropping them on their head and back. It's a move I always suspected would work from a guard position. 'Rampage' Jackson did it to a dude with tremendous effect.
3. The German Suplex
Naturally, a move with such a rich Greco-Roman tradition would find its way into MMA. Dan Severn delivered one of MMA's first and most devastating German Suplexes against Anthony Macias at UFC IV. There have been many since then throughout MMA.
But perhaps the most spectacular came when Kevin Randalman fought Fedor Emelianenko. Check it out.
4. The Giant Swing
Before Antonio Cesaro brought The Giant Swing to the WWE Universe and into mainstream consciousness, I always thought The Giant Swing would be a great way to get out of the guard.
The closest we ever got was when the Wildman Genki Sudo hit one on Craig Oaley. Truth is, it really is a Giant Swing utilized for a submission maneuver.
5. The Dropkick
In one of his earliest Pride FC matches, Alexander 'Diet Butcher' Otsuka executed a drop kick against his opponent. It didn't play out so well. I guess he needed to bounce the guy off the ropes or something, because he just went for it and the guy moved out of the way.
6. The Side Headlock
In Pro-wrestling, it's a move used near the beginning of a match to wear down an opponent.
In MMA, it's a finishing move.
PRO-WRESTLING MOVES I'D LIKE TO SEE IN MMA
1. DDT
In the unified rules of MMA, there is a rule that states fighters are prohibited from 'spiking' an adversaries foe against the mat.
Would somebody please do it anyway, Jake 'The Snake' style.
But I've yet to see a Chris Adams/Shawn Micheals-style Super Kick. C'mon, MMA guys.
3. The Heart Punch
It could be done. Think about it. A dude has a guy up against the cage, he could grab that dude's wrist, pull it up, and strike.
4. The Iron Claw
Okay, okay. The Iron Claw to break the guard? Dumb move.
But standing? From the side mount? From the full mount?
Think about it.
I think what this has demonstrated, above all else is this one fact: Pro-Wrestling is more dangerous than MMA.
So, did I miss any? Comment below, leave me a Tweet @wingback20, or connect at the official website below.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the combat sport series 'Pit Fighters' from ZBFbooks.com. It's the adventures of several fighters from around the world who form a stable to compete in the early days of MMA competition. You can pick them up today in paperback or Kindle HERE.
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