Boxing and MMA: Still Worlds Apart
Jake Rossen Mar 16, 2009
Saturday evening is going to be an interesting one for the
statisticians.
That’s the night boxing’s former pound-for-pound king -- crown now hanging lopsidedly off his head -- Roy Jones Jr. will both promote and headline “March Badness,” a grammatically suspect pay-per-view event that can brag of being the first high-visibility card to integrate both boxing and mixed martial arts contests.
Jones has practical missions: He wants to “bring together” the two
warring, disparate combat sports like some kind of pugilistic UN
negotiator, and he wants to make money. Both goals are admirable.
Both are going to meet with as much success as a fart in a
library.
For their part, MMA fans are being courted into purchasing the show based on two fights that defy comprehension: Jeff Monson vs. Roy Nelson and WWE expatriate Bobby Lashley taking on Jason (sibling of Clay) Guida, a late replacement for Ken Shamrock. (Contrary to expectations, I suspect this won’t be the end of Ken. He refuses to take hints, cosmic or otherwise, to retire, and remains the World’s Most Dangerous Man only to himself.)
The real Tylenol headache is Monson/Nelson, a battle of heavyweights known more for their physiques -- at opposite ends of the fitness spectrum -- than any real potential as dominating contenders. The idea that anyone is forming fight parties and heating nachos in anticipation of their meeting is perhaps too generous a notion.
MMA fans duly disappointed, that leaves the boxing fragments to shoulder most of the weight. Speaking as someone who’s had little patience for that sport, I have no idea if Jones taking on Omar Sheika is something that’s going to move tickets. Sheika sounds like a Bond villain, and his 27-8 record doesn’t give off reverberations. It probably doesn’t need to, considering the event is taking place in Jones’ home of Pensacola, Fla. Civic pride can move tickets.
Anyone outside that arena is going to be a tough sell. Assuming you’re an ardent fan of stand-up fighting, the mild enthusiasm in seeing Jones is going to be tempered by paying for a card that’s one-half back-alley brawl. If you’re an MMA fan eager to chart Lashley’s progress, having to suffer through a bunch of stilted pugs jabbing each other into early-onset Alzheimer’s is enough to make you pray for a cable blackout.
The lone exception -- and where the statisticians come in -- are those rarest of creatures, the hybrid MMA/boxing fans: the guys who can appreciate the sweet science at the same time they critique takedown technique. To them, the idea of paying $29.95 to see Jones and Lashley is like getting two pants for the price of one. What the “March Badness’” buy rate is likely to reveal is exactly how many of these non-prejudicial combat sports fans are really out there. (The honest ones willing to pay for content, anyway.) How or when this information will ever prove useful is for smarter people to decide.
Me? Thanks to the UFC’s business model, my pay-per-view bill is already eligible for refinancing. Thirty bucks for half a card of bouts, all of them as impactful as a dropped cotton ball, doesn’t exactly antagonize my salivary glands.
The real story of interest is outside the ring. With Jones’ Square Ring Promotions getting into MMA -- they’re planning free-fight only cards in the months ahead -- and Don King’s stench beginning to waft through chain-link fencing, it’s clear that boxing’s royalty is anticipating the paradigm shift of American fight culture. Once mainstays like Jones and Oscar De La Hoya retire their gloves to a box in the attic, their sport is going to be in for a struggle for attention against the more articulate, colorful personalities in martial arts.
It’s not a fight boxing is likely to win.
For comments, e-mail [email protected]
That’s the night boxing’s former pound-for-pound king -- crown now hanging lopsidedly off his head -- Roy Jones Jr. will both promote and headline “March Badness,” a grammatically suspect pay-per-view event that can brag of being the first high-visibility card to integrate both boxing and mixed martial arts contests.
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For their part, MMA fans are being courted into purchasing the show based on two fights that defy comprehension: Jeff Monson vs. Roy Nelson and WWE expatriate Bobby Lashley taking on Jason (sibling of Clay) Guida, a late replacement for Ken Shamrock. (Contrary to expectations, I suspect this won’t be the end of Ken. He refuses to take hints, cosmic or otherwise, to retire, and remains the World’s Most Dangerous Man only to himself.)
Lashley, who may actually possess the lean muscle mass of both
Guida brothers put together, is being courted as a hot prospect in
the sport. Guida has been around the block a few times, knows a few
tricks and might be able to pull one out. As fights go, it’s all
right. As main events go, it’s best paid for with Monopoly
money.
The real Tylenol headache is Monson/Nelson, a battle of heavyweights known more for their physiques -- at opposite ends of the fitness spectrum -- than any real potential as dominating contenders. The idea that anyone is forming fight parties and heating nachos in anticipation of their meeting is perhaps too generous a notion.
MMA fans duly disappointed, that leaves the boxing fragments to shoulder most of the weight. Speaking as someone who’s had little patience for that sport, I have no idea if Jones taking on Omar Sheika is something that’s going to move tickets. Sheika sounds like a Bond villain, and his 27-8 record doesn’t give off reverberations. It probably doesn’t need to, considering the event is taking place in Jones’ home of Pensacola, Fla. Civic pride can move tickets.
Anyone outside that arena is going to be a tough sell. Assuming you’re an ardent fan of stand-up fighting, the mild enthusiasm in seeing Jones is going to be tempered by paying for a card that’s one-half back-alley brawl. If you’re an MMA fan eager to chart Lashley’s progress, having to suffer through a bunch of stilted pugs jabbing each other into early-onset Alzheimer’s is enough to make you pray for a cable blackout.
The lone exception -- and where the statisticians come in -- are those rarest of creatures, the hybrid MMA/boxing fans: the guys who can appreciate the sweet science at the same time they critique takedown technique. To them, the idea of paying $29.95 to see Jones and Lashley is like getting two pants for the price of one. What the “March Badness’” buy rate is likely to reveal is exactly how many of these non-prejudicial combat sports fans are really out there. (The honest ones willing to pay for content, anyway.) How or when this information will ever prove useful is for smarter people to decide.
Me? Thanks to the UFC’s business model, my pay-per-view bill is already eligible for refinancing. Thirty bucks for half a card of bouts, all of them as impactful as a dropped cotton ball, doesn’t exactly antagonize my salivary glands.
The real story of interest is outside the ring. With Jones’ Square Ring Promotions getting into MMA -- they’re planning free-fight only cards in the months ahead -- and Don King’s stench beginning to waft through chain-link fencing, it’s clear that boxing’s royalty is anticipating the paradigm shift of American fight culture. Once mainstays like Jones and Oscar De La Hoya retire their gloves to a box in the attic, their sport is going to be in for a struggle for attention against the more articulate, colorful personalities in martial arts.
It’s not a fight boxing is likely to win.
For comments, e-mail [email protected]
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