I don't profess to know anything about UFC fighting other than the women who do it are total badasses. What I do know something about is embarrassing situations, as I'm a pro at filling awkward silences with awkward conversation and somehow getting myself into situations in which I'm convinced embarrassment is simply inevitable.
But what happened to UFC fighter Justine Kish in her last bout could teach all of us a little something about how to handle truly crappy situations.
Kish grew up in an orphanage and there was a bully that would pick on her every day, and she said, “I think I fight to remind myself never to get bullied and to always go after what I desire.”
Along with a WMC World title and Bangla Stadium title (Thailand), she is also a 2nd Degree Black Kempo Karate and Green Belt Krav Maga.
In other words, she don’t play around.
She was put up against Felice Herrig, who has a 13-6-0 record.
She won the fight against Kish, but it was Kish that got all the attention, which tends to happen if you crap yourself right there in the middle of the octagon.
Yeah, that happened.
Herrig locked Kish into what I'm told is a rear-naked chokehold that the twenty-nine-year-old fighter somehow escaped from.
The two were rolling around on the mat when it became clear that there was some, to put it gently, defecation on the mat.
“I was humiliated,” Kish later said. “I was like how do I reach out to my fans. Again, what happened, the bell went off and I noticed something like what is that smell? I’m thinking it’s the referee passed gas or something and I look on the floor and I knew it wasn’t Felice, but I look on the floor and I see myself and I’m like ‘oh my god that’s me’.”
“I’m thinking do I clean that up or what do I do? I look at my corner and I’m like that’s my [expletive] on the floor. That’s my crap on the floor! They’re like don’t worry about it.”
After the fight ended she was absolutely mortified while waiting for the decision to be read because in that moment all she wanted to do was go to the locker room to clean herself up from the accident.
And as we said, she lost, but she wasn’t defeated.
Later that night she sent out this tweet, which pretty much sums up her spirit.
Rock on, girl.
Because let’s be honest. Most of us would have wanted to crawl into a tiny ball in a tiny hole and never show our face to the world again. This didn’t happen in the supermarket line. This happened on an international stage in front of thousands of people, not to mention all the attention that it got afterwards.
She handled it like a total pro, and if it hadn’t happened, people probably would never know her name. Now she probably has even more fans than she had before who will be following her and cheering her on.
After all, crap happens.