That being said — the ladies seemed to enjoy it.
Such is the power of Chuck. He can give a horribly tone-deaf performance of "Don’t Stop Believin’" and still manage to draw a line of hot girls waiting to blow him backstage, as if he were the lead singer of Steel Panther. You can take away his livelihood, but don’t you dare take away his right to sing karaoke and bang groupies.
Semi-related buzzkill: MMA Junkie’s medical columnist Dr. Johnny Benjamin thinks that if Liddell continues fighting, he could end up like this. (Skip to the 1:29 mark for the sadness.)