November, 9, 2011
By Chuck Mindenhall
Courtesy Anil Melwani for www.MMA.usTwisted values: New York is one of the few states still holding out on legalizing MMA.In a very literal underground setting in lower Manhattan, a room of men are being selected at random to fight one another. These men are co-mingling with people there to watch them fight. It’s an unnervingly casual intersection. Everybody’s in socks to protect the mats, the participants have their hands wrapped, the spectators hold small plates with hors d’oeuvres. It’s a mix of gladiator stereotype and bemused hipster curiosity that have all come together to partake in something that’s perfectly legal just about everywhere else well above ground -- a mixed martial arts card.
This all adds up to something unusual.
The names are drawn and the fighters square off for a brief moment to almost nobody’s attention. They come from area gyms around New York City -- Brooklyn Combat Club, Tiger Schullman’s, Steve Katz’s school in Queens. There are guys you’ve never heard of, guys who do it for experience, to catapult to bigger things, to test their mettle, to rid themselves of wild hairs -- it could be anything. Frankie Edgar got his start in these shows. Ditto Lyman Good, and “The Ultimate Fighter” Season 14’s green-haired bantamweight Louis Gaudinot. There are lores all over, traveling up and down the halls.
Most of these guys are in great shape and fight-ready. Some of them are just adrenaline junkies. Whatever their reason for showing up, it has nothing to do with money, as they aren’t paid. Their reasoning is hard to pinpoint, and it all goes into the mysterious vibe of the show. In fact, it’s the crux of a book just released by Jim Genia called Raw Combat, which is all about this underground fight scene and its periphery, treating its old school poetries and absurdities as equals.
And it’s a privy thing to see these guys scrap under naked bulbs in whichever of the five boroughs a card is held in. To hear about an upcoming “event,” you have to be on organizer Peter Storm’s list. The easiest way to find out about a sub rosa fight card on his Underground Combat League (UCL) circuit is to receive a text from Storm with time and location. That’s it -- a text with cryptic details. The cards bounce around from place to place to avoid being snuffed out by the police. There’s no medical provision should anybody be seriously hurt, no drug testing, none of the sanctiony up-and-up. It’s come as you will, leave as you turn out.
Many times, there isn’t a ring or a cage, so the spectators form a sort of human phalanx to keep the fights enclosed. At most shows, there are maybe 100 people on hand to view it, and the bulk of them are men. When there’s a shortage of fights or an odd number, sometimes they’ll ask for volunteers from the audience who meet the weight specifications. A few hands are always raised.
Yet contrary to cinematic depiction, there aren’t any fat men with fans of cash taking action. Though it’s a traditional smokers show, there isn’t any smoke. At this card, no alcohol either.
You might find some of those components at a regular underground fight, but this one is actually more of a medley show, to coincide with the release of Genia’s book. Genia has spent a lot of time watching fights in subterranean set-ups, and his book digs into the niche within the niche. It takes a closer look at the characters, some of whom are on tonight’s card. He is on hand to celebrate its release along with author Matthew Polly, who also has an MMA book set to release called Tapped Out, which is more of a George Plimpton-esque participatory account of an everyman training for a fight.
Along with authors in the room, there are agents and publicists. Georges St. Pierre’s Muay Thai trainer, Phil Nurse, is on hand for Polly, as is submission coach John Danaher, and Joey Varner, Gray Maynard’s striking coach from Las Vegas -- a central figure in Polly’s book.
In other words, this is the essence of underground fighting parlayed with a PR event.
As ceremony dictates, there won’t be any vale tudo bouts -- the infamous “anything goes” fights that are agreed upon by handshakes if guys are willing -- but there assurances of blood. On this night they’ll do all four fights under the unified rules, which took shape a decade ago in nearby New Jersey, just across the river where all of this sneaking around must seem pretty amusing. The UCL fighters will compete in a miniature cage in an adjoining room, so small that angles won’t be cut by choice.
Storm, with his ball cap pulled down close to his eyes, takes the center of it and announces the first fight is about to start, and the herd moves in closer to the cage to hear the thuds over the hum of the ventilation unit above.
It’s a secret society affair built in part on its illicit appeal. There’s more in play here than just nose-snubbing the authorities and showcasing unheralded talent. There’s a Chuck Palahniuk “Fight Club” promise of raw violence. And as fascinating as it might seem, as much as it can be fun to look over your shoulder to see if you’re getting by with a fast one, it makes so little sense.
The fight card is held on Nov. 5. In exactly one week, the UFC debuts on national broadcast television -- UFC on FOX from Anaheim, Calif. -- in what is MMA’s first big leap toward graduating a scrutinized niche sport to a broadly accepted one.
In the two coastal epicenters, MMA is splitting legitimacy right down the middle.
Empire State behind
Courtesy Anil Melwani for www.MMA.usAuthor Jim Genia has been a vocal advocate of legalizing MMA in New York.
Though everybody has televisions and the freedom to flip channels as they wish, MMA is still a Dark Ages game on Empire State soil, and it’s forced to act that way. Taken piecemeal, all the facets of MMA are legal -- kickboxing, jiu-jitsu, wrestling and boxing. Put together, it adds up to something brutal for political tastes. Forget that Madison Square Garden was intended for combat sports; in 2011 it’s still a non-sanctioned spectacle where it sits. Crude shows like Peter Storm’s exist to fill a demand -- in fact, they exist almost wholly in spite. On several occasions, Storm thanks the crowd and encourages everyone to keep up the good fight in getting MMA legalized in New York. As much as he’s the face of the underground, he talks like somebody who wants to put underground fights out of business.
And it’s been the bane of Zuffa’s existence for the past few years, getting New York to sanction MMA. Lorenzo Fertitta and Dana White have spent millions of dollars to essentially debunk antique notions of what the sport is about. Though progress gets made each year, MMA hasn’t been placed on the Ways and Means Committee agenda in 2011. Once again, it’s back to the old drawing board. There’s always 2012. And 2013. And so on.
But the UFC can’t wait around. It will take the next step for MMA’s growth with a free heavyweight title bout between Junior dos Santos and champion Cain Velasquez on national television, making New York itself look like something from the Dark Ages. State assemblyman Bob Reilly is the staunchest opponent of sanctioning MMA, and he cites moral reasons and principles as to why. For people who have tried to follow his objections, it seems like old-fashioned ignorance -- principles can be tolerated, but not if they’re built on stubbornness. The problems are far more convoluted than that, but Reilly and MMA lobbyists are still sitting there glaring at each other righteously as time passes.
And that’s where we are between seven days and two worlds.
On Saturday, the UFC show will very likely best the highest television ratings in MMA history, which was Kimbo Slice versus Josh Thompson (6.5 million) a Strikeforce event on CBS. The UFC will roll out Velasquez and dos Santos as a red carpet event to serve as a showcase not only of its brand but of the sport. People in New York can watch on television just like anybody else.
Want to talk about a million miles away though? To see a fight live in New York, a text might have to point you in the direction of a Chinese restaurant in the Bronx, down a flight of stairs and away from the probing eyes of the NYPD.
'Are you ready? Are you ready?!'
Courtesy Anil Melwani for www.MMA.usFighters like John Padron hope for the day when they can ply their trade in a venue like MSG.
The Raw Combat fights go off as you might expect -- some technical moments, some sloppiness, plenty of haymakers.
The first fight pits a lanky guy named Jonathan Velez, against a fighter who uses an alias, Jon Tex. The referee, a Brooklyn-based fighter named Jason “Rage” Rivas in ordinary street clothes, brings them together with a sound bite tailor-made for the underground theater: “Are you ready? Are you ready? F--- each other up!” Each fight is three, three-minute rounds. They begin swinging in the relative quiet of the gym, and each time one lands it sounds like a salmon being smacked against a brick wall. It’s the small room acoustics. Velez ends up winning it.
Eric Blasich of Franklin Square, who is built like Eddie Alvarez, fights Jon Padron to a draw. At one point during that fight, the experienced observer Varner sees a sweep materializing but Padron grabs the fence a couple of times to prevent it. This is where the differences stack up. Little things like grabbing the fence go unnoticed. One of the stars of Genia’s book, Kirkland Campbell, loses a rematch to Jonathan Rodriguez the same way he lost the first -- via a triangle choke. And in the main event, heavyweights Israel Martinez and Junior Lubin square off and go back and forth for the three minutes. Martinez can’t answer the second round bell.
“He said he couldn’t breathe,” said referee Rivas. “It might be asthma; I don’t know. I tried to ignore him when I first heard him say he couldn’t keep going, but he insisted to his corner.”
Storm says hold tight -- Lubin is still fresh and ready to go again. He calls up the UCL champion James Braddock, who’s somewhere gallivanting in the New York City night, to see if he might come down and fight. Braddock beat Storm for the belt not so long before (Storm usually fights on his own cards), but it’s give and take. Everybody waits around to see if the bonus fight will materialize. It doesn’t. Braddock is an hour away and can’t make it, so that’s a wrap. People applaud the action that was provided anyway. They take the action where they can find it, even if it’s thrown together spur of the moment in undisclosed locations away from the public eye. Even if as far as public knowledge goes, it never happened.
A defeated Kirkland Campbell walks over and shakes his head. He lost to the same guy again, by submission again. Then he says, “Man, when this thing happens, I just want to fight in Madison Square Garden.” This sounds far-fetched from a guy losing on the underground circuit, but it’s not the most far-fetched thing in the sentence.
Madison Square Garden is upstairs, protected from any legitimate happenings in the sport he’s in.