UFCThe Ultimate Fighting Championship (UFC) is a U.S.-based mixed martial arts organization, recognized as the largest MMA promotion in the world. The UFC is headquartered in Las Vegas, Nevada and is owned and operated by Zuffa, LLC. This promotion is responsible for solidifying the sport's postion in the history-books.
UFC is currently undergoing a remarkable surge in popularity, along with greater mainstream media coverage. UFC programming can now be seen on FOX, FX, and FUEL TV in the United States, as well as in 35 other countries worldwide.
(“Wait, you’re giving this to me for *free*? My goodness, I’ve stumbled onto the perfect crime!”)
Much like myself, Dana White pretty much lives in t-shirts. It’s his trademark, like Don King’s hair, or Mark Pavelich’s eyebrows. The difference is, DW usually gets paid to wear his t-shirts. Like I said last week, Dana’s torso is the best viral advertising platform on basic cable. So, in honor of our unhealthy fascination with this man, here are 24 noteworthy Dana-in-a-t-shirt photos, along with some brief analysis.
(Wearing a t-shirt that references a local sports team is one of the easiest ways to be liked by strangers. In the pro-wrestling world, they refer to this sort of thing as a “cheap pop.”)
(…or, you can just wear a shirt that references how dangerous a city is.)
(Often credited as a pioneer of mixed martial arts, Bruce Lee is a personal hero of Dana’s. Both of these shirts are available at brucelee.com)
(Dana often likes to remind us that he doesn’t listen to *****-ass music; he likes the good stuff. But come on, we all have our guilty pleasures. DW’s gotta have at least one Bieber shirt hiding in the closet)
(You can take the boy out of boxing, but you can’t take boxing out of the boy.)
(Dickhouse is the production company behind the Jackass series. At the time this photo was taken, the first trailer for ‘Jackass 3.5‘ had just come out; Jackass 3D would be released on DVD a month later.)
(I don’t know what the **** this is.)
(There’s no bigger baller move than buying out a major MMA promotion and then struttin’ that ass in their t-shirt.)
(Dana shouts out the only late-night host brave enough to let Brock Lesnar anywhere near them.)
(DW could probably live comfortably just off the money he gets from t-shirt companies paying him to wear their stuff at weigh-ins.)
(And when the work day is over, and there’s nothing left to promote? Nothing beats a classic plain red.)