Some fighters max out at the level where their bosses buy them new cars. Others get no higher than being a TUF coach. But not so with Ronda Rousey, who is now gracing the cover of Sports Illustrated.
Yup, ol’ Rousey has now reached a level higher than any other fighter before her, because she’s a UFC champ AND she does movies AND she’s on the cover of SI (which is a great honor for any athlete). Here’s an excerpt from the Sports Illustrated article on her:
Rousey neither wants nor asks for your sympathy. But she does lodge one slight gripe. Her fame is such that she can’t go on Tinder. She tried an alter ego—Brynn Campbell—but that didn’t work. Her friends, male and female, have only to download the dating app, swipe a few times and … action, or at least the potential for it. Rousey, 28, is left on the sideline, at home with Mochi. “S—,” she says, “the only person I’m making out with is my dog.”
Which goes to show, there are drawbacks to being the world’s most dominant athlete in your sport. Otherwise, these are flush times for Rousey LLC. The UFC’s women’s bantamweight champion is cleaning out her division Tyson-style, her fights less competitions than exercises in performance art. Her last venture into the Octagon lasted all of 14 seconds, far less time than it takes to play her entrance song, Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation.” Rousey felt a new sensation that night, something resembling guilt, as she considered her previously undefeated opponent, Cat Zingano, who had trained so hard only to be humiliated with such brevity. Then she watched a replay. “I’m dropping all modesty here,” says Rousey. “That’s the most brilliant f—— ninja shit I ever saw. Every single millisecond of that fight was something that has never been done before in MMA.”
I think the next level for the Queen of All Armbars is to either become an astronaut or costumed crimefighter. Knowing Rousey, though, she just might do both simultaneously.