Chuck Liddell

Maybe that headline isn't totally fair.  In truth, this type of hard-partying with Hollywood celebs is only part of the reason why Chuck Liddell's career hit a fist-shaped wall in his late thirties, while Couture continues to thrive well into his mid-forties.  Some of it is due to differences in fighting style.  Some might even be due to genetics, or Couture's obsession with finding the fountain of youth through blood-testing and supplements. 

But, you have to admit, at least some of it has to do with how these guys have chosen to spend their free time over the years.  While Chuck is getting fall-down drunk and picking fights frat boy-style outside of parties, Couture is getting his active rest in.  While Chuck is at bars, feeling too sexy for his shirt, Couture enjoys quiet evenings at home with his next future ex-wife.  Different philosophies at work, really.  We're not here to say that one is better or worse than another, just that one is demonstrably better for career longevity if you fight other people for a living. 

The 10/20 edition of the Danavlog is full of bad omens. After getting a bullshit ticket from some douchebag traffic cop, DW and his crew stop by Cold Stone Creamery — not Pinkberry — and Dana winds up paying the price with a tummy ache. And the Cold Stone workers didn't even sing to him! Can this day get any worse? WHAT HAS HE DONE TO OFFEND YOU, GOD?

As if he doesn't have enough problems, Dana has an Esquire writer following him around for a profile. So obviously he's going to try out the bomb bag again. It fails so incredibly hard. Seriously, listen to that barely audible pop at the 3:13 mark. "Something's bursting," Mike says. Hilarious. Then, it's time to play video games and air hockey at Dave & Buster's. Are you getting all this, Esquire guy?

Finally, around the 5:40 mark, Cain Velasquez and Mauricio Rua show up, and it isn't long before Dana bomb-bags them. Suck it, Bellator — this is how you harness the power of the Internet to promote fighters. Also, future Celebrity Rehab star Chuck Liddell shows up drunk and belligerent, and lifts Dana off the ground as he's trying to give out some UFC 104 tickets. All in a day's work, I guess, if you can legitimately call it that.

("...moooooooorrrrrrrre brreeeeeaaaaaaasssssst miiiiiiiiilllllllk...")

Props to Fightlinker for unearthing this absolutely amazing baby picture of Brock Lesnar, proving once and for all that Lesnar arrived in this world enormous, ornery, and ready to consume everything in his path. (Not pictured: The tiny pacifier tattoo on his chest.) Check out that Krang-esque head-shape; my God, his poor mother. More awesome pics of MMA fighters as youngsters after the jump...

(Photo courtesy of ABC News.)

You could see it on Anna Trebunskaya's face Monday night during judging — Chuck Liddell's plodding two-step was the last gasp of his Celebrity Dancing career. The show's viewers made it official yesterday, voting the former UFC light-heavyweight champion off of Dancing With the Stars. Look, we all know how unfair that is — Louie Vito should have been the next to go, obviously — but in the end, Liddell finished the season in 11th place out of 16 competitors, beating out Ashley Hamilton, Macy Gray, Kathy Ireland, Tom DeLay (stoppage due to injury), and Debi Mazar. That's pretty damn impressive for a guy who came into the show as a complete amateur. As Trebunskaya told Chris Cuomo on GMA today:

Despite Anna's obvious bitterness, we'd like to salute Chuck for trying something highly challenging and potentially embarassing in order to promote his sport in front of an unfamiliar audience. And just because the Iceman has been voted off, that doesn't mean we'll stop covering DWtS. Come back next Tuesday morning to find out how Aaron Carter handled the Paso Doble!

(Props: PROMMA)

Traditionally performed by drunken rednecks, the two-step was supposed to be right in Chuck Liddell's sweet spot. And still these goddamned bloodsucking judges criticized his lack of grace on last night's Dancing With the Stars. Fine, so he was more of a prop for Anna Trebunskaya in this round, but at least he got to lift her over his head a couple times. (Check out the 0:43 mark during the training montage; I'm sure it took a tremendous amount of self-control not to power-bomb that chick through the basement.)

In the end, the Iceman's skill with a lasso and ability to take a head-kick weren't enough to win over the so-called "experts," and he ended up with a score of 17 (just like last week), putting him near the bottom once again; Michael Irvin and Louie Vito tied for dead-last with scores of 16. Let's put that in perspective: Even if Cecil Peoples showed up as a special guest judge and added a perfect 10 to Liddell's score, he'd still have one less point than Melissa Joan Hart and Mya. Whatever the dance-studio equivalent of American Top Team is, Chuck needs to go there immediately and start expanding his toolkit, because the younger, hungrier celebrity dancers are closing in, just waiting for a chance to make their names off of him.