U.F.C. IN THE L.E.S.
COVER YOUR EYES AND BREAK OUT THE BARF BAGS IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE SOME REAL DEAL NECK STRANGLIN' EYE GOUGIN' SCORE SETTLIN' VIOLENCE!


  
The Weigh-In.     Here we have Mark decieving Julien by masking his height.


The Merch Girl Batting Her Eyelashes! Seriously!


 

Ding Ding Ding! Mark Playing it short and smart. Julien shaking his head saying "You don't want this ol' timer!"



 

The Lock Up!  Mark is a grappler by nature.
    
THE MEXICUTIONER!  The weigh-in ploy seems to be working and would you look at the goddamned intensity in Mark's eyes!?


   

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" This crowd wants blood.

 
El Toro! Julien delivering a textbook bull charge.



   
Down Goes The Matador! The tables have turned. Julien is an ace on the floor!

 

Julien's Ground And Pound Sesh! Notice the lefthand pushing the eye ball into the right thumb. Textbook, textbook, textbook!



Palming The Face For The Three Count! An unprecedented victory.



Julien throwing His Hands Up In Glorious Victory! Ted is totally shitting himself.




Post Rumble! "This is bullshit! I'm gettin a rematch.  The guy got lucky. I'm the fricken Mexicutioner!"