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http://www.mmatycoon.com/gallery/0/14594393729141.png Divock "Belgian Beast" Origi My management team has always adviced me to stay under the spotlight and try not to shine bright in it. So far, I have been not so vocal and only wished my opponents good luck in the past and that was it. Well, times are changing. When I was a kid, I played soccer outside, but nowadays, kids seem to be attracted by some sort of electric piece of fruit. I heard that you can even take picture with it from yourself, so sort of like a camera, but then a piece of fruit. Technology really seems to have improved leaps and bounds if they can do stuff like that now. Aah well, derailing a bit now I guess. I'm going to try and give you guys a good idea of how I grew up and what it took for me to get at the point in my career that I'm at now. Some stuff of my past might be pretty hard and not so much fun, but it comes from the heart. As some of you might know, Belgium isn't exactly Ibiza, so when my parents were fed up with all the bad weather, they went on holiday to England. Yeah, I know, that's the place to be for good weather right...!?! I could tell you now that they got lucky and that the sun was shining, but no, they weren't. After having visited pretty much every museum and ancient building in Liverpool, my dad felt his third leg sending him messages. Little Jan as he cold it, was standing at full attention and was ready to go. It was already dark outside and they were only 3 minutes away from the famous Anfield stadium. They ran to the stadium, jumped over the fence and did their business in the middle of the field. Yes, that was 6 months before mom gave birth to me. Yes, 6 months, not 9. Doctors don't know if it was the cold weather or something else , but after 6 months in my mothers belly swimming in some awfull fluids, I decided that it was time to come out. Unluckily for my mom, I was one hell of big kid, and no matter how much she pushed, no way of getting my big head out of her. They had to cut her open like they slaughter a cow to get me out. The specialists said that it was a miracle that I came out alive. I was the first baby ever that came to earth with a sixpack. Yeah, my father had brought a sixpack with him to make sure that he wouldn't faint during labour. The first couple of years were pretty harsh on me as I had to have multiple doctor appointments to try and figure out how I was so big and strong for my age. Many suggested to give me operations, but my parents refused that since I was otherwise healthy. One time, the unthinkable happened. I was in hospital once again when some Russian specialist was going to take a look at me to get a better idea of what happened to me and how it could be solved. He told my parents that he would bring me back to my hospital room in 3 hours. Oh boy, that he didn't do! He gave me some sort of drug that made me fall asleep and then ran off with me and put me in his car. He tried to bring to Germany where he had a secret lab to do tests on humans. I don't know what exactly happened there, but all I know is that when I woke up, I was painted green and a SWAT-team had just entered the building. My parents later told me that the Russian was a crazy scientist who was trying to get a real-life hulk. That were some scary and crazy days in my life, but luckily the guy is still behind bars and locked up in a maximum security prison in Alaska. Studying never really was my strongest point , so I knew that focussing on sports would help me get possible scholarship and get me to university. The crazy thing was, I turned out that I was actuallly a pretty smart guy, but just wasn't good at learning. My teachers got me motivated to do my best around age 15. I was getting better and better at school, but was also getting in trouble often. My athletic build made me a scary guy and I did some bad stuff when I was young. Some say I invented the terms 'Wedgie' and 'Upper decker'. My legal advisor told me to never say that I was responsable for that, but fuck him! Anyway, as I grew older, I kept getting bigger and bigger and also had some aggression issues. At age 18, I started wrestling and also did some boxing training. I had so much fun doing these two sports that I haven't stopped training yet ever since. I'm pretty much non-stop in the gym and couldn't ask for any other lifestyle. I train, eat, sleep, fuck and repeat. Yeah, I like sex in the morning, with a nice cup of coffee after it. Pretty quickly , lets say after 1 week of training or so, my coach said that I had a fight booked. I was a bit afraid as I had no clue what to expect. I fought a 7 year older dude that I was able to pretty much clinchrape towards a 30-27 decision win. I wasn't too happy with it as I want to finish fights and not go to these stupid judges. I had 3 more fights like that , 2 being finishes, but I wasn't sure if I was doing things right. My management contacted me that they needed someone to step up and become a last minute replacement for fights that weren't accepted a week or so before the fight. I signed a cheap contract and had 4 fights there, 3 being finishes. It was a good experience, but that was about it. As soon as my contract was over, I got some interesting offers, but I decided to join USFC and fight cheap over there, since I liked the org owner. Because of the big reputation that I had built up, I was awarded a title shot directly. What followed was one of the most brutal showings ever in an octagon and sort of put the former champ to shame. It took me only 21 seconds to smash his skull in and get my hand raised. I was proud as hell , being world champion at the age of 20! My first title defense was against a high rated prospect from a top manager. 4'29 was the time he was able to stand in the octagon with me before falling to the canvas as well. It was a onemanshow once again and the loss was so brutal that he even changed his name after it in pure shame of the asskicking he received by me. The last fight on my contract was coming up and it was against another undefeated prospect with brutal KO-power. The same story once again occured as I brutalised my opponent in the first round (2'48') and got my hand raised once more. After the big win, I went to drink something with the org owner and can't really say that I'm 100% sure what happened. My trainer said that I apparentely got a bit too familiar with his sister and that he wasn't too happy with that. To be honest, she was more than worth it, that I do still know! After I stripped her of he clothes, he stripped me of my belt. I might have punched him after that, but all I know is I had the time of my life with that girl and he can't take that away from me. I started at 18 years old with MMA and altough I made good progress, I'm not the fastest one either. I used some extra training before thinking about a new fight. A few weeks ago , I called the press together and announced that I was looking to sign a contract. My manager is a busy man, but he has never had that many messages in his life as in that moment. The offers came fluying in and it was at one point hard to keep track of who was offering what. I was bored to death with the bad weather in Belgium and NY and decided that I wanted to sign to an org located in a sunny place. Sydney seemed like a fun place and since AXF made an offer, I accepted that one. Hey, it's not because I'm black that I don't like being in the sun as well getting tanned! I have switched camps and I've started to train in another way. I'm way more efficient now and it's fun to become a better martial artist. I also have some more good news on a more pesonal base. Nathalie Kelley is my new girlfriend and let me tell you, she is hot!!! You might know her from The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift. Yeah, she is that hottie! I know, I've got nothing to complain about. A fight has been booked as well for me. It's a tough challenge and it will be very interesting to see how I cope against an older KO-machine, who is also way bigger and heavier than me. There are about two more weeks to go before fight night and I'm training hard to get to my best level. I'm always improving and working steadily to achieve my ultimate goal, being the best in the world. There are a few interesting guys out there in the division that are eager to fight me. I know that, and trust me, your time will come guys. I can conclude by saying that I'm one of the most hardworking guys out there and I'm looking to become a great martial artist. In my opinion, a fighter isn't just a sportman , but he is also an ambassador, role model ,... and should always lead by example. I'm going to do my utmost best to become that person. Now excuse me , Nathalie is calling me for some pre-workout stretching, if you catch my drift ...

http://www.mmatycoon.com/gallery/0/14114052226154.gif Ryu "Usami" Musashi (246815) Once upon a time there was a family so rich, that they had as much money themselves as the rest of Japan had together. The head of the family was called Raiko Musashi and was known under the name of The Green Dragon in the world. He was the most searched after man in the history of Interpol. Raiko was believed to have killed 87 persons himself and ordered the assassinations of over 300 others. The only problem was that there was no evidence and not a single human being was found that dared testifying against him. He was easily the most brutal killer to have ever set foot on this earth. He didn't just kill his victims, he destroyed them. On 24 August 1994 , one of his wives gave birth to Ryu "Usami" Musashi. The boy was threated like a prince as he would be the next heir of the trown of the Yakuza. After he spend most of his childhood in a huge palace with 100 servants and everything he wanted, Raiko his advisors told him that it was time to find out if Ryu had what was needed to inherit the title of The Green Dragon. At the age of 17, Ryu was send to the wolves and had to live in the wilderness for almost one year. Not only did he survive the horrible situation he was put in, he actually had even become the packleader of the wolves. His father was amazed by what he saw and smiled. He knew he had raised his son well. The Yakuza had a bright future. As soon as he became 18 years old, he joined a gym and started training MMA. His trainers soon saw that they had a big talent in their ranks and decided that he should test himself with a first fight. Vhong Lee was brave enough to step up and take the challenge. Unfortunately for him, Musashi was way to strong and KO'ed him into retirement in the beginning of the second round. Clark Terry was his next opponent and pretty much the same story again. The only difference was that it only took Ryu 9 seconds this time to end the career of his opponent. The Japanese wonderkid went on to also win his third pro fight by stoppage after just 1min13sec. He decided that it was time to get a fight with a better opponent and faced Young Blood, an excellent boxer with KO- power. He was undefeated also at the time. Ryu dominated the fight for 3 rounds before ending it with a big uppercut in the fourth. He absolutely wanted to go 5-0-0 before getting back into training camp and booked a fight with Da Silva. The poor fellow as knocked out cold with a stunning uppercut in the first round. His manager had seen enough and knew that his pupil was a great talent. The 20 year old has a new fight sceduled against a 28year old opponent. Ryu might not have the advantage in experience, but he is for sure not a guy to take lightly. He told me that he is very much looking forward to destroying another opponent and get his hand raised for the sixth consecutive time.

http://www.mmatycoon.com/gallery/0/14206495292270.jpg Silas "Albino" Monk Silas is an albino and devoted monk of the Catholic organization Opus Dei. He often hurts himself as punishment for his crimes. He grew up in Marseille with his parents. His childhood was far from ideal as his father was furious about having an albino as a son and blamed his wife. After a few years of beatings and cruel punishments, his father killed her. Silas , only seven years of age at that time, couldn’t deal with the pain of losing his mother. Two weeks after the murder on his mother, Silas used a buther’s knife to kill his father in one of the most brutal murders in the history of mankind. He ran away and was chased down by police from all over the world. He lived a life of crime for many years, making it even to the top 20 of most searched for criminals in the world by the FBI. After killing two gangmembers in Spain, he was imprisoned in Andorra in the Pyrenees. As if God wanted to save him, an earthquake destroyed the prison walls and he was free again. He met a young Spanish priest, named Manuel Aringarosa, who got him back on the right path. When he was born, Silas wasn’t called Silas, but Marcel. The Spanish priest gave him his new name, after a person in the Bible who was freed as well by an earthquake. Aringarosa would go on to become the head of Opus Dei and Silas became his enforcer. Even at his young age, he already was one of the most fearced assasins in the world. Opus Dei created an MMA team a few months ago and Silas is the most promising young fighter in their team. Remember his name guys! He is the real deal.

http://www.mmatycoon.com/gallery/0/14222970711820.jpg "The Killer" Virgil Morgan Since joining my new manager, I'm sporting a new look that fits my personality a lot better. Bjorn told me he was interested to see how much I could still improve and he was impressed with what this 30year old man still is capable of. I'm very happy to be training again and get ready for a future opponent. I'm not sure yet who will be man enough to step up to the challenge and fight me, but time will tell. Career Record 22-8-0 (W-L-D) The former Hero FC 155lbs and 170lbs champion The former MMA Helsinki 155lbs champion

http://www.mmatycoon.com/gallery/0/14245157291803.jpg Karl "Psycho " Roosevelt Hey weirdo's !!! I've been in hospital for some tests. I'm not sure what happened in there, but all I know is that I went in under the name of Max Hatred. My doctor told me that he wanted to give me a new name. I didn't care as I had no clue what was going on in the first place. Because I sometimes say stupid things and there is a meme ' shut up Karl' , they assumed it was a good first name for me. And sometimes when I dream, I dream of Roosevelt, so that made sense, even to me. I've been in the hospital for only a few days. No, the doctor didn't say that I was cured, but Max, Karl, Me, Roosevelt and the others told me that I was fine and could just leave without asking the doctors. I had been walking in the streets of New York when I finally saw a house with clothes in the windows. I don't know how they call that and what it is for, but it looked to me like a place where naked people put on clothers if they feel like to many people stare at their sweaty balls. The silk underwear was a bit itchy combined with my hairy ass, but I guess time will heal all wounds. After two more hours, I started feeling something strange in my stomach. I wasn't sure what it was, but 100 yards later I found out. Body gass that has been a long time in your body wants to get out at a certain point in time. I smelled nothing, but judging by the two young punks, the old woman and the nanny who all began puking, it must have been quite something... Once my stomach was sort of empty, I saw a big red 'M' on top of a building. When I went in , the place was fillled with fat people eating bread with meat on it. It smelled better than the gass I had produced, so I assumed that eating it would allow me to produce fresher body gasses. Boy was I wrong! Those onions caused a shutdown of half NY city because they were afraid the sewers were broken. No more meat and bread for me from the red 'M' for sure! I was feeling fat after eating all of that stuff and decided to start running. Can't say that it was a huge succes, but hey, it's the effort that counts right..?! Still little bit depressed, I went home ( a carton box somewhere on the outside of the city) and slept for 4 straight days. When I woke up, a huge muscular guy was standing next to me with a creepy smile on his face. He told me that he would turn me into the most crazy, relentless fighter the world had ever seen. I had no clue what he meant with fighting, but being the best of the world sounded promising. I followed him and then I had a blackout and now I'm here back sleeping in my carton box. I just woke up and feel like I'm the G.O.A.T. of Mixed Martial Arts. But maybe that's just because my armpitts smell like a goat ...