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Ronda Rousey

Ronda Rousey just beat me up. Beat me down would be more appropriate. She choked me with her left arm over my neck prolonging a breath to reach my lungs for a refresh. I went for the elbow to the head, but she kicked out my legs and I fell, metaphorically of course, on my death bed. She wasn't done yet, she had more to prove and less to expect. I'll never again comment on a women's... ability.

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