Yuriy posted:

I don't know where these Rose stories are from about Roufous Sport, can you like describe what poo poo goes down?

Is it like Chute Box level?

Doesn't my main man Funky Ben train there

Yuriy posted:

I don't know where these Rose stories are from about Roufous Sport, can you like describe what poo poo goes down?

Is it like Chute Box level?

Doesn't my main man Funky Ben train there

Yuriy posted:

Different states have different amateur rulesets, some even don't allow ground and pound, I don't think I've ever seen any amateur MMA with headgear though.

K8.0 posted:

I'm pretty sure this isn't the first time we've heard accusations of Duke Roufus being a massive scumbag.

CommonShore posted:

Check her twitter/instagram. Basically the short version is that she and a number of others are accusing the coaches there of physically and mentally abusing fighters in their care - putting 35ers and women in against big men for hard-contact sparring, berating them as wimps when they get hurt, pressuring them into continuing, &c.

https://twitter.com/rosenamajunas/status/534145581925797888 I think this one encapsulates it well.

Street Horrrsing posted:

From listening to Rogan's podcast with Duke, I got the impression his older brother was a psychopath in training, but they both became world champions. He still trains the same way, but he doesn't understand that he succeeded in spite of training like that, not because.

quote:

That afternoon Duke and Erik and Pettis were training in a Hilton conference room the organizers had filled, for the week, with mats. Duke ran Erik through some striking maneuvers, holding bright red pads for Erik to slam with side-kicks and jabs.
“Niiice,” Duke kept saying, “doin’ some work tonight, doin’ some work tonight.”
Erik was visibly weak with hunger, and Duke stopped him after a short while. Duke turned to Pettis, who had a fight coming up in three months against a particularly squirrelly fighter named Clay Guida. Guida was a bouncy, raggedy, long-haired Tasmanian devil of a man who barreled into each punch, getting deep inside his opponent’s range and then striking with a wild hook that looked sloppy but seemed to knock out enough people to warrant respect.
“Move like Guida,” Duke told Erik, intending to demonstrate for Pettis how best to catch him. So Erik jerked back and forth in a manic Guida-like manner. Duke faced Erik and matched his swaying motion for a moment, then turned back to Pettis. “So it just takes a quick jab,” he said, and jerked his right hand in a tight quick motion meant to catch a moving target. Duke had not realized that Erik was still directly in front of him, swaying. And so Duke, a 6′4″ 220-pound champion kickboxer jabbed 145-pound Erik in the head. For the first time in his life, Erik staggered backward as if tripped.
“Whoa whoa whoa,” said Pettis.
“Oh no, sorry,” said Duke.
“You aright bro?” asked Pettis.
Erik smiled as he steadied himself against the wall, which gave Duke and Pettis permission to laugh. It was not terribly uncommon to punch someone slightly too hard in practice, to “get one’s bell rung,” to accidentally unleash one’s power in a setting meant for gentle play. “I’m OK, I’m OK,” he said, laughing. “Whoops!”
With this assurance, Duke and Pettis continued to practice for another fifteen minutes while Erik watched, and then Erik went back to his hotel room to make lists of foods he would enjoy the following evening.

Count Roland posted:

Jesus, he really got a concussion, from his trainer, at the weigh in before the fight? That is hosed.

Dangersim posted:

There is nothing wrong with that story.

Dangersim posted:

There is nothing wrong with that story.

Tezcatlipoca posted:

There is something wrong with your brain.

Dangersim posted:

It seems Duke Roufous is an rear end in a top hat and doesn't care about people's health, but a professional fighter accidentally getting caught with a stiff jab during a demonstration is not shocking or newsworthy.

Count Roland posted:

But to get a concussion from it? If that is indeed what happened.

david carmichael posted:

the claims of guida knocking people out with a hook seems to likely be wrong

Dangersim posted:

nothing about that story sounds particularly negligent.

Tezcatlipoca posted:

Except for the part where he punched his fighter in the face.

mewse posted:

Negligence can cause accidents but accidents can happen without negligence.

If the argument is seriously "Duke Roufus is negligent because he doesn't keep his gaze straight forward all the time like batman" then maybe we just disagree

mewse posted:

Negligence can cause accidents but accidents can happen without negligence.

If the argument is seriously "Duke Roufus is negligent because he doesn't keep his gaze straight forward all the time like batman" then maybe we just disagree

Dangersim posted:

He staggered back. That's all it says.

Maybe it was a concussion, but it was an accident and nothing about that story sounds particularly negligent.

quote:

What Erik did not tell anyone that night was how, as he first looked up at the kaleidoscopic radiance of Times Square, he felt confused about where he was; about how he could not focus for long on a single point. We didn’t notice him swerving on the sidewalk, losing, for a brief moment, his balance. As we stared at a woman vomiting on New Jersey transit on our ride back to the hotel, we did not see Erik holding onto his seat as if there were some risk of it crumbling underneath him.

Back at the hotel, Erik told Pettis, and only Pettis, that he was disoriented and dizzy, and that it had started with Duke’s jab.

“That sounds like the kind of thing,” said Pettis, “where you go to sleep and don’t wake up.”

Faced with this most ominous prognosis, Erik was really and truly terrified. He took Pettis to mean that if he were knocked out the following day, at the fight, he would very likely die. But were he to tell Duke of his disorientation, the fight would certainly be canceled, the months of training and self-starvation all for naught, the eminent men who controlled the Big Shows ill-disposed toward him for ruining a fight but hours before it was slated to transpire. Erik thus elected to take his chances and tell no one else; and so Duke and I would watch the next night unfold in utter ignorance.

Pat Miletich posted:

When I first held the UFC title, I was a special guest at a kickboxing event in Chicago where a kid died. I was sitting ringside. I didn’t know the kid, but he got knocked down, got up, and then collapsed. The referee started counting—the kid was literally three feet from me, his head was turned toward me, and I saw his pupils go jet black. I climbed in between the ropes, pulled the kid’s mouthpiece out, and I told the referee, “Stop counting. This kid’s in trouble.”

The kid stretched out and stopped breathing right as three volunteer firemen climbed in—they were there watching the fights, but they jumped in with me. We started CPR and he turned dark blue right in front of us. We worked on him for about eight minutes until the ambulance got there. They didn’t have a ring doctor upstairs—he was downstairs tending to a kid with a broken nose. The ambulance got there, and he was dead. He died in my hands. I never wanted to be the guy that had to tell a kid’s parents why something seriously bad happened to him in the ring or the cage because I didn’t train him correctly.

From that point on, the training room was to create champions but also to thin the herd and make sure the people that did not belong in the cage didn’t go into the cage. The guys that couldn’t handle it, we got rid of ‘em quickly. It was very harsh to a lot of people. A lot of people thought that I was an rear end in a top hat, but I did it to make sure I didn’t ever have a kid on my team end up in that situation.

vainman posted: