As a recent fan of mixed martial arts, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the Ultimate Fighting Championship. I’ve seen every UFC tournament (and will watch 9 as soon as my tape arrives in the mail), and it’s been truly amazing to witness just how much gray area and wiggle room there was in a sport with “no rules”.
That’s exactly how the sport was marketed in the early days. Lawless. Brutal. Chaotic. Bloody. On the very razor’s edge of civility. No time limits. No weight classes. No way out. No mercy. And good chance of someone getting seriously injured or…gulp…KILLED.
Of course, as anyone who’s watched reality TV knows, once the competition actually begins, things often don’t go as planned. And sure enough, many UFC competitors caught on to a number of extremely unmacho tactics that There Were No Rules against…
Fence grabbing. Friggin’ everyone did this, and no wonder; it had all kinds of incredibly cheap uses. If he’s trying to take you down, grab the fence to stay up. If you’re having trouble maintaining a mount, pull up on the fence to keep him planted. Got him against the fence and having trouble following up? Grab the fence with both hands and pin him while you figure out your next move. He’s lifted you six feet off the ground and about to nail a lights-out throw? Grab the top of the fence and force him to put him back on your feet. Slip? Fence. An impenetrable barrier that was supposed to intimidate turned into a crutch. And occasionally a weapon (nb. David “Tank” Abbott’s opening match in The Ultimate Ultimate).
Hair pulling. Why would anyone in rough-and-tumble UFC resort to this? Well, uh, it allows you to move or trap your opponent’s head. And it hurts a lot. And once you get it clamped on, it’s very hard to escape from. That was certainly good enough for Orlando Weit (allowed him to escape a hold) and Royce Gracie (prevented him from receiving a crushing ground and pound).
Pulling on clothing. At its best, it was a sneaky tactic that was hugely effective against the unwary (nb. Royce Gracie against Remco Pardoel). At its worst, it resulted in something very similar to a cat fight (especially when hair pulling was added). Keith Hackney, in particular, got his shirt half yanked off seemingly every match.
Passivity. Sometimes, they’re just exhausted and can’t do any more. Sometimes, they’re just indecisive. And then you get a case like the UFC 5 Superfight (this is hearsay…I’ll see for myself soon enough) where both competitors wait for the opponent to attack…and wait…and wait…and wait. Referee John McCarthy, to his credit, did his best to keep things moving, but at times it was like flogging two dead horses.
Cowardice. Raised to an art form by Marco Ruas, who actually won a championship by backpedalling for about six minutes (although in fairness only after grappling didn’t work because his opponent wouldn’t let go of the fence). Equal credit, however, should go to Oleg Taktarov, whose entire strategy for his Superfight with Ken Shamrock was to run out the clock. Which worked to perfection.
Flopping. Who cares how silly it looks? It prevents you from getting punched, it allows you to go for the opponent’s legs, and it’s the easiest way to take the fight to the ground. Hey, if you’re going to go down, you may as well go down on your own terms.
The fifty-percent-plus-one offense. The inauguration of judges prompted a mass revamping of strategies…now that it was possible to win without coming within a par 5 of knocking out, submitting, or injuring the opponent, a lot of fighters elected to do just that. Witness the last match of UFC 11, where Scott Ferozzo threw, like, one kneebutt every 15 seconds or so, and that was sufficient to get him the nod over Tank Abbott. (No, not the championship match, the last match. You’ll see.)
Forget making the sport safer, the biggest benefit to going legit was making the sport much, much less sissified. 