Jason "Mayhem" Miller's MMA Articles

March 2011 // Names in the Game
MMA Gyms: Fighting Allowed

A“What’s up man? What happened bro?” I ask the young amateur fighter, who is obviously bubbling with anger about something so intensely that he can barely string a sentence together.   “Man, he, man, he kneed me in the face, man. I’m training to get better and I go hard too, and this guy, man…” [...]

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December 2010 // Names in the Game
Mayhem In Rio

Marcelo Alonso. Those are the only words that you need to know in Brazil. Well, those two words and the word “porra.” The first two are the name of the most connected and well respected MMA journalist in Brazil, and the other is the equivalent of “f*ck.”   I wake up in the familiar, groggy [...]

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February 2011 // Names in the Game
The 2010 Mayhemmy Awards

[Author’s note: This article is better if you listen to techno while reading, particularly the tracks that I suggest.]   You walk up to the corner of Western and Wilshire and join the line forming in front of the Hollywood Video, an archaic structure that is the remnants of the new Netfl ix generation. The [...]

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November 2010 // Names in the Game
Living The Dream

When I watched Kazushi Sakuraba beat Renzo Gracie, as I referenced in my last article, it changed my life. I had spent most of my life in BJJ-based grappling gyms, learning, what I thought, was the most effective form of fighting in the world. Sakuraba, of course, proved that theory wrong, and set me on [...]

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January 2011
In Rio Part 2

“Porra! Porra! Porra!” I’m screaming, partially because I just learned the Brazilian multipurpose cussword, but mostly because I’m being jumped by José Aldo and Nova Uniao’s gang of lightweights.   After teaching Nova Uniao some of our wrestling techniques, we were being welcomed with a light hearted beating, and at this point in the face-slapping, [...]

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September 2010 // Names in the Game
Summertime and the Livin’s Easy

Shortly after getting jumped on national television, I was in Orange County, California, standing in the early summer air in khaki pants, a loose flowing Acapulco shirt, and white slippers—my faithful Hotdog dog sitting at me feet—when I got the call. It was my manager, Ryan Parsons, who had his “brace for impact” voice on, [...]

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June 2010 // Names in the Game
Talking to My Wienna’

Sorry if you’ve missed my articles for a little bit, but I don’t know if you’ve noticed, I’m a very busy man. I was training for a fight, working on Bully Beatdown season three, and creating havoc across eight time zones. As of now, I’m sitting at home, quite calm, with my hotdog dog, Gator, [...]

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July 2010 // Names in the Game
Bully Beatdown

I sit in a darkened room, lights blazing across my face, blinding me from everything except for the bully sitting across from me—the same blinding lights, piercing his retinas from behind me. I scramble to remember the name of this poor, delusional idiot, who thinks he can beat up a professional fighter, by looking at [...]

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March 2010 // Names in the Game
Capoeira Confessions

I have a startling confession to make. I got into MMA because of Jean-Claude Van Damme, not just because of his ballerina kicks and the ability to deliver cheesy one-liners and do the splits, but because of the movie Bloodsport. It’s been so long now that I can barely remember the exact details of the [...]

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February 2010 // Names in the Game
And The Hemmy Goes To

I’d like to thank the Academy and welcome you to the 29th Annual (May)Hemmy Awards. These MMA awards are totally unbiased and look past the “big three” letters that dominate MMA in America, and take a serious and stern look at the sport that we all love. Ok, that’s a bunch of crap. This is [...]

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January 2010 // Names in the Game
Stream of Consciousness

Train, eat, train, sleep, train, eat, sleep, train, eat, sleep. Repeat the process. Repeat the process. Talk, gym, gym, gym, salad, green juice, train, train, train. Hotel, cut weight, hungry, thirsty, now time is moving slowly, waiting, hot, thirsty, weakened, whisper, “Let me drink water,” then scream in the hot box angrily. Strip sauna suit [...]

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December 2009 // Names in the Game
From The Mind of Mayhem

Jason! Jey-son! We have to train.” A thick Brazilian accent wakes me up, and I find myself in a groggy state on a mat at the HB Ultimate Training Center in Huntington Beach, California. It’s sometime in 2001. I look up at the clock, and I look around me at the faces of local businessmen [...]

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November 2009 // Names in the Game
Back In The U.S.A.

I live in the self-proclaimed best country on earth, and I tend to agree, since I pay taxes here, and refuse to pay for low-quality toiletry items. My grandfather was born here, the son of Russian-Polish immigrants, and had to endure hardships we would never fathom in this day and age. Sure, we have to [...]

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September 2009 // Names in the Game
Mayhem In Las Vegas

Glittering light twinkles from the left side of the cabin, piercing past the seats in the emergency row, past the No Smoking and Fasten Seat Belt signs, and directly into my ocular cortex, yanking me from a sleepy little valley town called Burbank, where I was in my dream. I now realize that… *BING*… “We [...]

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August 2009 // Names in the Game
Best Enemies

“I’m gonna break you.” I laughed, and not just because of the obvious reference to Drago in the Rocky movie, but also because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I had trained too damn hard with too high-caliber opponents to be “broken” by anyone. Especially not the fuzzy- headed Brazilian bastard standing in front [...]

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July 2009 // Names in the Game
Mind Over Mayhem

“A PHYSICAL GAME OF CHESS” This is the cliché of the ages, which every two-bit commentator that stands in front of a camera and pretends to know about fi ghting just spews. Now, while this cliché gets the point across that we aren’t just mindless barbarians clubbing each other into unconsciousness, it says nothing about [...]

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May 2009 // Names in the Game
Mayhem Is Back

Ok, was I really gone? Yes, I was. I was out in television land making a wacky show for MTV that, by the time you’re reading this, you may have already seen. Now that I think of it, maybe this means that you may have bought this magazine due to the fact that you’ve seen [...]

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March 2009 // MMA Life
Who Killed Kata?

Welcome to the 1930s black and white detective story in my mind: I’m sitting in my offi ce on a dark New York night. The camera pans across the outside of my dreary building, then up to my dimly lit window, as you hear a subway train scream past. Cut to the window, “Mayhem Miller [...]

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March 2008 // Names in the Game
Smoke and Mirrors

We have the image burned into our collective consciousness; a muscular guy in a karate uniform striking his toughest pose (named for an animal, of course), his luscious mullet blowing in the wind. If I could go back to the 80s and tug that guy’s headband off, I’d send him packing back to New Jersey [...]

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October 2008 // Names in the Game
Times Have Changed

I’ve been in this business for about ten years, and damn have I seen it change. Before my fi rst fi ght – against a gi-clad “Gracie Jiu-Jitsu” expert – I was scared that his magic might destroy me before I stepped foot in the ring. I was pulling in triple digits for the fi [...]

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November 2008 // Names in the Game
What is A Fighter Really Worth?

Imagine that tomorrow when you go to work, be it in a cubicle, an oil fi eld or on the mean streets handing out parking tickets (bastard) that the day determines your salary for the next year. Your morning Starbucks won’t be the only thing to make your butt hole pucker up, and “Have a [...]

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June 2008 // Names in the Game
Cocky Bastard Humble Gentleman

Each time the cage door swings shut, it closes on a mix of two distinct personality types – the humble gentleman and the cocky bastard. After a fl amboyant entrance offending at least half of the crowd, removing his sombrero to reveal a fi ve hundred dollar haircut, kissing one of his model girlfriends, and [...]

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August 2008 // Names in the Game
Stream of Consciousness

As a fan, no one remembers that us fi ghters have a hell of a lot more to worry about than the angry beast standing across the ring/cage/drugstore parking lot from us. The fl ashing lights, being spritzed down, and being touched up with glistening makeup to do a fake shadowboxing workout for a room [...]

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September 2008 // Names in the Game
Grace In Defeat

And The Winner Is… Not me. Let me out of this ring, let me out of this locker room, let me out of this arena. Unfortunately we all know this feeling, and even though you gave it your all, some nights, that’s just not good enough. As a true competitor, even though you hate losing, [...]

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May 2008 // Names in the Game
If You Ain’t Cheating You Ain’t Tryin’!

Kicked in the balls. Blinding pain emanated from my crotch, sending my heartbeat throbbing up into my ears. The crowd’s jeers at my opponent’s blatant foul echoed all around me, and the cute chick in the front row giggled to her boyfriend that it sure looked like it hurt. Although in pain, I was more [...]

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Oct/Nov 2007 // Quick Hits
Grand Entrances

If you’ve ever seen video clips or pictures of any of my fights, you’ve more than likely said, “What the hell is wrong with that guy? He’s doing a dance before he gets in the ring? Throwing money? Is that guy out of his mind or what, doesn’t he realize he’s about to get in [...]

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February 2008 // Names in the Game
Mayhem’s Best/Worst

Flashing lights, TV screens, ring girls clamoring for your jockstrap; the world of fighting seems quite enjoyable from this particular angle. But we live in a three dimensional world where we sometimes have to look at things from all angles, even, at times, the ugly ones. I decided this month to dig down and inspect [...]

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