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The CEO of Pro Elite’s “EliteXC” as most of you know is Gary Shaw. Like most families with money (see: Paris Hilton, Kim Stewart, etc.), Shaw gave his dorky son Jared Shaw (who likes people to call him “Skala”) a cozy office job with EliteXC with the job title of “Director of Fighter Relations.” Now that’s all well and good, even though “Skala” isn’t even qualified to sit ringside at a fight, let alone consider himself a major player in an MMA organization. However, the guy has been using his job status to use ring girls instead of actually do anything productive for the sport. The guy is what you would call a life-long geek. He was never socially accepted growing up and could never get any female attention, so his daddy gave him a cool job title in an MMA organization, that “Skala” has been abusing for the sole purpose of using and lying to ring girls.
I’m a personal friend of two of the girls that wasted their time last month, after being asked to participate in Pro Elite’s so-called “Ring Girl Contest.” Pro Elite had claimed that the Top 10 finalists would be voted in by the viewers from May 1-15, which is actually the same period of time that this upstart website experienced its most registrations and website visits (since they required registration to vote). In the “contest rules,” which appeared to have been copy and pasted off any legit online voting contest, it stated that the 10 finalists (that were voted in by the viewers) would then be interviewed and asked to submit a video of themselves dancing for a panel of judges to review to decide the winner.
However, after a few days went by none of the girls were e-mailed, thanked, or contacted in any shape or form to undergo this final impartial judging process. The winner (someone “Skala” knew and wanted to impress) had already been predetermined by himself, before the contest even started, and Skala simply used us (the voters) and the girls (the contestants) to make this contest look legit in the eyes of his predetermined winner. Moreover, he used all of us to promote his utterly hackneyed website that is a weak attempt of jumping on the MMA bandwagon by capitalizing on the mainstream MMA community that has been online promoting, discussing, and supporting MMA events for years.
Pro Elite should take a close look at the unprofessional and creepy behavior that their CEO’s son Jared has been displaying. Lying, deceiving, and using ring girls and all of the voters to promote his website and impress a girl he knows, when she, the contest winner had already been predetermined is ridiculous, shameful, and inexcusable. This is especially bad for an upstart organization that is trying to gain acceptance and credibility within an industry and sport that has already been established for years.
Hopefully, with enough responses, Pro Elite will rectify and correct this situation, as “Skala” is doing Pro Elite and MMA a total disservice. If you feel that this is inappropriate, creepy, and shameful behavior too, please feel free to send him an e-mail directly at: firstname.lastname@example.org or send mail directly to his office at: 12100 Wilshire Blvd., Suite 800 Los Angeles, CA 90025.
Rich Franklin doesn’t just beat fighters … he breaks them. It’s interesting to note over the years how many promising guys Ace has derailed. The list includes Evan Tanner, Roberto Ramirez, Edwin Dewees, Jorge Rivera, Ken Shamrock, Nate Quarry, and of course David L’Oiseau. David was one of the hottest things since sliced bread before he took a five round pounding. Now he’s fighting unknowns in the Art of War promotion after washing out of the UFC and EliteXC.
So now we have to wonder if Jason MacDonald will face the same fate as many others have. Or was the curse broken when Anderson Silva gave Rich a hearty bowl of karma flakes? With Jason facing Rory Singer at UFC72, we have our best chance yet of seeing if there really is a curse. After all, is there any other explanation if Macdonald loses to Singer?
We received terrible news recently that the UFC will not approve our sponsorship of welterweight Jon Fitch at UFC Fight Night 10 on June 12, which is less than one week away. No reason was given and the folks who I attempted to contact over at UFC headquarters didn’t respond.
We all know that Dana White doesn’t like Sherdog because the guys running the site are always talking shit about him. But UFCMania is a UFC WEBSITE, it’s sole reason to exist is to talk about the UFC and promote UFC news and information. I’m sure if I took a magnifying glass to the site I’d be able to find the odd criticism here or there but on the whole it’s a rather glowing endorsement of the company and it’s events.
Overall this doesn’t really surprise me, but I feel bad for the guys at UFCMania. I’m sure the last thing they expected was to get ass fucked by the company they pour countless hours into promoting. Me, if Dana White invited me for dinner I’d expect him to stab me in the neck with a steak knife.
That’s just how the UFC rolls: they want to control their image and their news as tightly as possible, and anyone not from an actual ‘mainstream’ news source gets the cold shoulder. They would keep Loretta Hunt out of their press conferences if she didn’t have her Fight Network creds handy at all time. But don’t worry, Loretta … you’re always invited to my press conference where you can ask me hard hitting questions like “How can it be that big?” and “How can one man satisfy so many women around the world?”
When Spencer Fisher was 15 years old, his foundation crumbled beneath his feet. Within the same calendar year, he lost his parents in separate tragedies – his father to a train accident, his mother to a brain aneurysm. Orphaned before he could legally drive, Fisher soon faced the possibility of being separated from his two sisters. His family was on the brink of collapse before his grandparents stepped in to pick up the pieces.
That has to be the worst combo in the world : ‘train accident’ is one of those softened terms that really doesn’t imply how brutal it is. And brain aneurysms are just as bad simply because they tend to come out of nowhere and strike you dead. One minute you’re looking forward to UFC Fight Night, and the next your skull is stitched up like a softball if you’re lucky.