The fighters commented on the news about the death of Kevin Randleman. American fighter Kevin Rendelman: illness, biography and best fights Transition to Strikeforce
Name: Kevin Rendelman Nickname in the ring: "Monster" Date of birth: 08/10/1971 Place of birth: Columbus, USA Height: 176 cm. Weight: 93 kg. Style: Wrestling Championships: UFC, PRIDE, World Victory Road Achievements: Winner of the Universal Vale Tudo Fighting 4 tournament Former UFC winner in heavyweight Inducted into the Ohio Hall of Fame on September 11, 2004. Awarded the title of "Knockout of the Year" in 2004. Inducted into the Sandusky, Ohio High School Hall of Fame May 6, 2006 As of October 21, 2006, his MMA record is 16-12-0. Kevin Rendelman was born on August 10, 1971 in Sandusky, Ohio. Rendelman started out as a varsity wrestler. He became a two-time NCAA Division I champion. Early in his career, Kevin trained at Mark Colman's T. H. H.", but subsequently moved to the Randy Couture Club in Las Vegas, Nevada. Kevin Rendelman's MMA career began on October 22, 1996 with victories over Luis Carlos Maciala, Jezo Kalman and Dan Bobish in a tournament (Universal Vale Tudo Fighting 4). On March 3, 1997, at (Universal Vale Tudo Fighting 6), he defeated Ebenezer Fontes Braga and Mario Neto, but Carlos Barreto still defeated him. On June 15, 1997, at the tournament (Brazil Open Fight), Kevin turned off Homem de Neve with an elbow blow to the head, but in the next fight, Kevin was knocked out by Tom Erickson. Kevin Rendelman competed in the UFC as a heavyweight and light heavyweight at UFC 19, UFC 20, UFC 23, UFC 26, UFC 28, UFC 31 and UFC 35. After defeating Maurice Smith, he fought Bas Rutten for the heavyweight championship. And although Rendelman had the advantage in this fight, he still lost this fight on the basis of points. Kevin became the UFC heavyweight champion on November 19, 1999 - then he defeated Pete Williams at UFC 23, later this title was taken from him by Randy Couture at UFC 28. After losing the belt, Kevin Rendelman moves to light heavyweight weight class. In his first fight, he was defeated by Chuck Liddell. This happened before his victory over Renato Sobral in the final battle. In September 2002, Kevin Rendelman made his PRIDE debut against Japanese wrestler Michioshi Ohara. It was an easy win for Rendelman. In 2002, Kevin Rendelman defeated Kenishi Yamamamoto and Murilo Rua. After a string of victories, he came close to PRIDE champion Wanderlei Silva. At the PRIDE 25 tournament, Rendelman had to fight with a fighter from America, Quinton Jackson. The fight was to determine the number one contender for Silva's championship belt. Kevin lost in the first round and it was his first loss in PRIDE. Despite losing to Kazushi Sakuraba in 2003, Rendelman, along with friend Mark Coleman, became one of the sixteen participants in the PRIDE 2004 tournament.
The debate about the fact that "pocks" are whipping bags has not subsided on the Internet for probably decades. There are many myths that the mass enslaves, the blow becomes weak and, in general, a biting schoolboy will unwind any pitching.
I’ll make a reservation right away that the conversation will be about fighters who, with a few exceptions, initially learned to fight and mastered wrestling and striking skills. But at the same time, they do not neglect exercises with iron. So let's go:In the first part, we will look at fighters whose careers peaked during the PRIDE era, where there were no athletic commissions, USADs, doping bans, etc.:
Mark Kerr
Height 185 cm
Weight 119 kg
This man looked in his early battles almost like a hulk and has a truly awesome size. Mark has a record of 15 wins, 11 losses and 1 of his fights was declared a no contest.
He is the winner of the Valetudo World Cup, as well as UFC 14 and UFC 15 tournaments,
Also, Mark had several successful fights in Pride FC, but then his career went downhill. After several tough fights in the pride, Kerr became addicted to painkillers and never got back to his previous levels. Also Kerr was fond of training with iron and has a record in the bench press of 192.5 kg and squats of 250 kg.Kevin Rendelman
Height 178cm
Weight 93kg (the minimum weight that he showed in battles)This "bull" is known firsthand by all domestic MMA fans, since his authorship belongs to the famous Fedor Emelianenko deflection throw. Rendelman is a basic wrestler and was actively involved in wrestling prior to his debut in fights. has quite significant achievements in MMA. He became the UFC heavyweight champion, and also reached the quarterfinals of the 2004 Pride Heavyweight Grand Prix, where he met Fedor. Has a record of 17 wins and 16 losses. Almost nothing is known about Kevin's strength and iron training, but nonetheless his form is very impressive. Sadly, this year Kevin passed away from heart problems after being rushed to the hospital with pneumonia.
Bob Sapp
Unfortunately, now this character is perceived by mma lovers as a laughingstock, because at the end of his career he began to enter the cage / ring exclusively for a check, but there were times when he made a rustle in Kickboxing and MMA. Sapp has a negative record of 11 wins and 19 losses, his most significant achievements being a victory over Ernesto Hoost in K-1 and the Beating of "Big Nog" Nogueira, at the end of the fight with which Sapp was caught on the elbow lever. The growth of this tall man is 194 cm, while he weighs 160 kg. Bob has the following strengths: 265kg bench, 160kg clean and 362kg sit. Sapp is one of the few on this list who didn't start his career in martial arts and has no basic skills. The beginning of his career was in American football, and he made his debut in K-1 and MMA at the age of 28.That's all for today, in the comments you can remember the cars from PRIDE, which are not in the article. There were a huge number of them, I tried to remember the most huge and athletic
Kevin's debut took place in June 2009 against Mike Whitehead at the tournament . The first two rounds were left for Whitehead, who successfully carried out takedowns, which, however, did not bring any serious damage to Randleman. In the third round, Kevin was forced to start more aggressive actions in order to finish the fight ahead of schedule. He managed to knock down the opponent and unleash many blows on the fallen opponent, but Randleman could not knock out Whiteman or force him to surrender and lost by decision (29-28, 29-28, 29-28).
In May 2010 at the tournament Strikeforce: Heavy Artillery Radleman acted as a "gatekeeper" (from the English. gate keeper- "keeper of the gates") for Roger Gracie, who recently signed a contract with the organization. Their duel ended with the victory of the Brazilian by rear naked choke.
Thus, Randleman lost 10 of the last 13 fights.
professional wrestling
Randleman took part in several wrestling shows. He first participated in a party held by the Japanese organization HUSTLE in January 2004. And five years later - in February 2009 - on the show Absolute Wrestling Radio challenged Kofi Kingston of the WWE organization.
Death
He died on February 11, 2016 in the hospital, where he had previously been taken with pneumonia. The cause of death was heart failure.
Titles and achievements
- Ultimate Fighting Championship
- Fifth UFC Heavyweight Champion
- Universal Vale Tudo Fighting
- Tournament winner
- Tournament finalist
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Personal life
In April 2009, he married his longtime girlfriend Elizabeth. They had two children: son Kelvin, who plays American football, and daughter Jasmine.
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But the countess did not agree to let the count go: his leg hurt all these days. It was decided that Ilya Andreevich was not allowed to go, and that if Luiza Ivanovna (m me Schoss) went, the young ladies could go to Melyukova's. Sonya, always timid and shy, began to beg Louisa Ivanovna more insistently than anyone else not to refuse them.Sonya's outfit was the best. Her mustache and eyebrows were unusually suited to her. Everyone told her that she was very good, and she was in a lively and energetic mood unusual for her. Some kind of inner voice told her that now or never her fate would be decided, and in her man's dress she seemed like a completely different person. Luiza Ivanovna agreed, and half an hour later four troikas with bells and bells, screeching and whistling in the frosty snow, drove up to the porch.
Natasha was the first to give the tone of Christmas merriment, and this merriment, reflected from one to another, grew more and more intensified and reached its highest degree at the time when everyone went out into the cold, and talking, calling to each other, laughing and shouting, sat down in the sleigh.
Two triples were accelerating, the third triple of the old count with Oryol trotter at the root; Nikolai's fourth own, with its low, black, shaggy root. Nikolay, in his old woman's attire, on which he put on a hussar, belted cloak, stood in the middle of his sleigh, picking up the reins.
It was so bright that he could see plaques gleaming in the moonlight and the eyes of the horses looking frightened at the riders rustling under the dark canopy of the entrance.
Natasha, Sonya, m me Schoss and two girls sat in Nikolai's sleigh. In the old count's sleigh sat Dimmler with his wife and Petya; dressed-up courtyards sat in the rest.
- Go ahead, Zakhar! - Nikolai shouted to his father's coachman in order to have an opportunity to overtake him on the road.
The troika of the old count, in which Dimmler and other mummers sat, screeching with runners, as if freezing to the snow, and rattling with a thick bell, moved forward. The trailers clung to the shafts and bogged down, turning the strong and shiny snow like sugar.
Nikolai set off for the first three; the others rustled and squealed from behind. At first they rode at a small trot along a narrow road. While we were driving past the garden, the shadows from the bare trees often lay across the road and hid the bright light of the moon, but as soon as we drove beyond the fence, a diamond-shiny, with a bluish sheen, a snowy plain, all doused with moonlight and motionless, opened up on all sides. Once, once, pushed a bump in the front sleigh; the next sleigh and the following jogged in the same way, and, boldly breaking the chained silence, the sleigh began to stretch out one after the other.
- A hare's footprint, a lot of footprints! - Natasha's voice sounded in the frosty constrained air.
– As you can see, Nicolas! Sonya's voice said. - Nikolai looked back at Sonya and bent down to get a closer look at her face. Some kind of completely new, sweet face, with black eyebrows and mustaches, in the moonlight, close and far, peeped out of the sables.
"It used to be Sonya," Nikolai thought. He looked closer at her and smiled.
What are you, Nicholas?
“Nothing,” he said, and turned back to the horses.
Having ridden out onto the main road, greased with runners and all riddled with traces of thorns, visible in the light of the moon, the horses themselves began to tighten the reins and add speed. The left harness, bending its head, twitched its traces with jumps. Root swayed, moving his ears, as if asking: “Is it too early to start?” - Ahead, already far separated and ringing a receding thick bell, Zakhar's black troika was clearly visible on the white snow. Shouting and laughter and the voices of the dressed up were heard from his sleigh.
“Well, you, dear ones,” shouted Nikolai, tugging on the reins on one side and withdrawing his hand with a whip. And only by the wind, which seemed to have intensified against them, and by the twitching of the tie-downs, which were tightening and increasing their speed, it was noticeable how fast the troika flew. Nicholas looked back. With a shout and a squeal, waving their whips and forcing the natives to gallop, other troikas kept up. Root steadfastly swayed under the arc, not thinking of knocking down and promising to give more and more when needed.
Nikolai caught up with the top three. They drove off some mountain, drove onto a widely rutted road through a meadow near a river.
"Where are we going?" thought Nicholas. - “It should be on a slanting meadow. But no, it's something new that I've never seen before. This is not a slanting meadow and not Demkina Gora, but God knows what it is! This is something new and magical. Well, whatever it is!” And he, shouting at the horses, began to go around the first three.
Zakhar restrained his horses and turned his already frosted face up to the eyebrows.
Nicholas let his horses go; Zakhar, stretching his hands forward, smacked his lips and let his people go.
“Well, hold on, sir,” he said. - The troikas flew even faster nearby, and the legs of the galloping horses quickly changed. Nicholas began to take forward. Zakhar, without changing the position of his outstretched arms, raised one hand with the reins.
“You’re lying, master,” he shouted to Nikolai. Nikolai put all the horses into a gallop and overtook Zakhar. The horses covered the faces of the riders with fine, dry snow, next to them there was a sound of frequent enumerations and the fast-moving legs were confused, and the shadows of the overtaken troika. The whistle of skids in the snow and women's screams were heard from different directions.
Stopping the horses again, Nikolai looked around him. All around was the same magical plain soaked through with moonlight with stars scattered over it.
“Zakhar shouts for me to take the left; why to the left? Nikolay thought. Are we going to the Melyukovs, is this Melyukovka? We God knows where we are going, and God knows what is happening to us – and what is happening to us is very strange and good.” He looked back at the sleigh.
“Look, he has both a mustache and eyelashes, everything is white,” said one of the sitting strange, pretty and strange people with thin mustaches and eyebrows.
“This one, it seems, was Natasha,” Nikolai thought, and this one is m me Schoss; or maybe not, but this is a Circassian with a mustache, I don’t know who, but I love her.
- Aren't you cold? - he asked. They didn't answer and laughed. Dimmler was shouting something from the rear sleigh, probably funny, but it was impossible to hear what he was shouting.
“Yes, yes,” answered the voices, laughing.
- However, here is some kind of magical forest with iridescent black shadows and sparkles of diamonds and with some kind of enfilade of marble steps, and some sort of silver roofs of magical buildings, and the piercing screech of some kind of animals. “And if this is indeed Melyukovka, then it is even stranger that we drove God knows where, and arrived at Melyukovka,” thought Nikolai.
Indeed, it was Melyukovka, and girls and lackeys with candles and joyful faces ran out to the entrance.
- Who it? - they asked from the entrance.
“The counts are dressed up, I can see by the horses,” the voices answered.
Pelageya Danilovna Melyukova, a broad, energetic woman, in glasses and a swinging bonnet, sat in the living room, surrounded by her daughters, whom she tried not to let get bored. They quietly poured wax and looked at the shadows of the coming out figures, when steps and voices of visitors rustled in the front.
Hussars, ladies, witches, payas, bears, clearing their throats and wiping their frost-covered faces in the hall, entered the hall, where candles were hurriedly lit. Clown - Dimmler with the mistress - Nikolai opened the dance. Surrounded by screaming children, mummers, covering their faces and changing their voices, bowed to the hostess and moved around the room.
"Oh, you can't find out! And Natasha is! Look who she looks like! Right, it reminds me of someone. Eduard then Karlych how good! I didn't recognize. Yes, how she dances! Ah, fathers, and some kind of Circassian; right, how goes Sonyushka. Who else is this? Well, consoled! Take the tables, Nikita, Vanya. And we were so quiet!
- Ha ha ha! ... Hussar then, hussar then! Like a boy, and legs!… I can’t see… – voices were heard.
Natasha, the favorite of the young Melyukovs, disappeared together with them into the back rooms, where a cork was demanded and various dressing gowns and men's dresses, which, through the open door, received bare girlish hands from the footman. Ten minutes later, all the youth of the Melyukov family joined the mummers.
Pelageya Danilovna, having disposed of clearing the place for the guests and refreshments for the gentlemen and servants, without taking off her glasses, with a suppressed smile, walked among the mummers, looking closely into their faces and not recognizing anyone. She did not recognize not only the Rostovs and Dimmler, but she could not recognize either her daughters or those husband's dressing gowns and uniforms that were on them.
- And whose is this? she said, turning to her governess and looking into the face of her daughter, who represented the Kazan Tatar. - It seems that someone from the Rostovs. Well, you, mister hussar, in which regiment do you serve? she asked Natasha. “Give the Turk some marshmallows,” she said to the bartender who was scolding, “this is not forbidden by their law.
Sometimes, looking at the strange but funny steps performed by the dancers, who decided once and for all that they were dressed up, that no one would recognize them and therefore were not embarrassed, Pelageya Danilovna covered herself with a scarf, and her whole corpulent body shook from the irrepressible kind, old woman's laughter . - Sachinet is mine, Sachinet is mine! she said.
After Russian dances and round dances, Pelageya Danilovna united all the courtyards and gentlemen together, in one large circle; they brought a ring, a rope and a ruble, and general games were arranged.
After an hour, all the costumes were wrinkled and upset. Cork mustaches and eyebrows smeared over sweaty, flushed, and cheerful faces. Pelageya Danilovna began to recognize the mummers, admired how well the costumes were made, how they went especially to the young ladies, and thanked everyone for having so amused her. The guests were invited to dine in the living room, and in the hall they ordered refreshments for the courtyards.
- No, guessing in the bathhouse, that's scary! said the old girl who lived with the Melyukovs at dinner.
- From what? asked the eldest daughter of the Melyukovs.
- Don't go, it takes courage...
"I'll go," Sonya said.
- Tell me, how was it with the young lady? - said the second Melyukova.
- Yes, just like that, one young lady went, - said the old girl, - she took a rooster, two appliances - as it should, she sat down. She sat, only hears, suddenly rides ... with bells, with bells, a sleigh drove up; hears, goes. Enters completely in the form of a human, as an officer, he came and sat down with her at the device.
- A! Ah! ... - Natasha screamed, rolling her eyes in horror.
“But how does he say that?”
- Yes, like a man, everything is as it should be, and he began, and began to persuade, and she should have kept him talking to the roosters; and she made money; – only zarobela and closed hands. He grabbed her. It's good that the girls came running here ...
- Well, what to scare them! said Pelageya Danilovna.
“Mother, you yourself guessed ...” said the daughter.
- And how do they guess in the barn? Sonya asked.
- Yes, at least now, they will go to the barn, and they will listen. What do you hear: hammering, knocking - bad, but pouring bread - this is good; and then it happens...
- Mom, tell me what happened to you in the barn?
Pelageya Danilovna smiled.
“Yes, I forgot…” she said. “After all, you won’t go, will you?”
- No, I'll go; Pepageya Danilovna, let me go, I'll go, - said Sonya.
- Well, if you're not afraid.
- Louise Ivanovna, can I have one? Sonya asked.
Whether they played a ring, a rope or a ruble, whether they talked, as now, Nikolai did not leave Sonya and looked at her with completely new eyes. It seemed to him that today only for the first time, thanks to that cork mustache, he fully recognized her. Sonya really was cheerful that evening, lively and good, such as Nikolay had never seen her before.
“So that’s what she is, but I’m a fool!” he thought, looking at her shining eyes and a happy, enthusiastic smile, dimpled from under her mustache, which he had not seen before.
"I'm not afraid of anything," said Sonya. - Can I do it now? She got up. Sonya was told where the barn was, how she could stand silently and listen, and they gave her a fur coat. She threw it over her head and looked at Nikolai.
"What a beauty this girl is!" he thought. “And what have I been thinking about until now!”
Sonya went out into the corridor to go to the barn. Nikolai hurriedly went to the front porch, saying that he was hot. Indeed, the house was stuffy from the crowded people.
It was the same unmoving cold outside, the same month, only it was even lighter. The light was so strong and there were so many stars in the snow that I didn’t want to look at the sky, and real stars were invisible. It was black and dull in the sky, it was fun on the ground.
"I'm a fool, a fool! What have you been waiting for until now? Nikolay thought, and, running away to the porch, he walked around the corner of the house along the path that led to the back porch. He knew that Sonya would go here. In the middle of the road stood stacked fathoms of firewood, there was snow on them, a shadow fell from them; through them and from their side, intertwining, the shadows of old bare lindens fell on the snow and the path. The path led to the barn. The chopped wall of the barn and the roof, covered with snow, as if carved from some kind of precious stone, gleamed in the moonlight. A tree cracked in the garden, and again everything was completely quiet. The chest, it seemed, was breathing not air, but some kind of eternally young strength and joy.
From the girl's porch, feet pounded on the steps, a loud creak creaked on the last one, on which snow had been applied, and the voice of the old girl said:
“Straight, straight, here on the path, young lady. Just don't look back.
“I’m not afraid,” Sonya’s voice answered, and along the path, in the direction of Nikolai, Sonya’s legs screeched, whistled in thin shoes.
Sonya walked wrapped in a fur coat. She was already two steps away when she saw him; she saw him, too, not in the same way as she knew and of whom she had always been a little afraid. He was in a woman's dress with tangled hair and a happy and new smile for Sonya. Sonya quickly ran up to him.
"Quite different, and still the same," Nikolai thought, looking at her face, all illuminated by moonlight. He put his hands under the fur coat that covered her head, hugged her, pressed her to him and kissed her lips, over which there were mustaches and which smelled of burnt cork. Sonya kissed him right in the middle of her lips and, holding out her small hands, took his cheeks on both sides.
“Sonya!… Nicolas!…” they only said. They ran to the barn and returned each from their own porch.
When everyone drove back from Pelageya Danilovna, Natasha, who always saw and noticed everything, arranged accommodation in such a way that Louise Ivanovna and she sat in the sleigh with Dimmler, and Sonya sat with Nikolai and the girls.
Nikolay, no longer distilling, was steadily driving back, and still peering into this strange, moonlight at Sonya, in this ever-changing light, from under the eyebrows and mustaches, his former and present Sonya, with whom he decided to never to be separated. He peered, and when he recognized the same and the other and remembered, hearing this smell of cork, mixed with the feeling of a kiss, he full chest he inhaled the frosty air and, looking at the receding earth and the brilliant sky, he felt himself again in a magical kingdom.
Sonya, are you okay? he occasionally asked.
“Yes,” answered Sonya. - And you?
In the middle of the road, Nikolai let the coachman hold the horses, ran up to Natasha's sleigh for a minute and stood to the side.
“Natasha,” he said to her in a whisper in French, “you know, I made up my mind about Sonya.
- Did you tell her? Natasha asked, all of a sudden beaming with joy.
- Oh, how strange you are with those mustaches and eyebrows, Natasha! Are you glad?
- I'm so glad, so glad! I've been angry with you. I didn't tell you, but you did bad things to her. It's such a heart, Nicolas. I am so glad! I can be ugly, but I was ashamed to be alone happy without Sonya, Natasha continued. - Now I'm so glad, well, run to her.
- No, wait, oh, how funny you are! - said Nikolai, still peering into her, and in his sister, too, finding something new, unusual and charmingly tender, which he had not seen in her before. - Natasha, something magical. A?
“Yes,” she answered, “you did well.
“If I had seen her the way she is now,” Nikolai thought, “I would have asked a long time ago what to do and would have done whatever she ordered, and everything would have been fine.”
“So you’re happy, and I did well?”
– Oh, so good! I recently got into a fight with my mom about this. Mom said she's catching you. How can this be said? I almost got into a fight with my mom. And I will never allow anyone to say or think anything bad about her, because there is only good in her.
- So good? - said Nikolai, once again looking out for the expression on his sister's face to find out if this was true, and, hiding with his boots, he jumped off the allotment and ran to his sleigh. The same happy, smiling Circassian, with a mustache and sparkling eyes, looking out from under a sable bonnet, was sitting there, and this Circassian was Sonya, and this Sonya was probably his future, happy and loving wife.
Arriving home and telling their mother about how they spent time with the Melyukovs, the young ladies went to their place. Having undressed, but not erasing the cork mustache, they sat for a long time, talking about their happiness. They talked about how they would live married, how their husbands would be friendly and how happy they would be.
On Natasha's table there were mirrors prepared by Dunyasha since the evening. – When will all this be? I'm afraid never... That would be too good! - said Natasha, getting up and going to the mirrors.
“Sit down, Natasha, maybe you will see him,” said Sonya. Natasha lit the candles and sat down. “I see someone with a mustache,” said Natasha, who saw her own face.
“Don’t laugh, young lady,” said Dunyasha.
With the help of Sonya and the maid, Natasha found a position for the mirror; her face took on a serious expression, and she fell silent. For a long time she sat, looking at the row of departing candles in the mirrors, assuming (considering the stories she had heard) that she would see the coffin, that she would see him, Prince Andrei, in this last, merging, vague square. But no matter how ready she was to take the slightest spot for the image of a person or a coffin, she did not see anything. She blinked rapidly and moved away from the mirror.
It came as a surprise to all the fighters who knew him and saw his fights. The ex- UFC champion, Pride FC veteran Kevin died in hospital due to heart failure while battling pneumonia, leaving behind a wife and three children.
Dana White:
“It is sad to hear that the legendary Kevin Rendleman has passed away. Rest in Peace Kevin "Monster" Randleman."
I'm so sorry to hear about the passing of the legend Kevin Randleman. RIP Kevin "The Monster" Randleman pic.twitter.com/MTC4nFAF29
Dana White (@danawhite) February 12, 2016
Bas Rutten:“I heard that the news was confirmed. Kevin has passed away. This is the worst news. Condolences to Elizabeth and her children. Rest in peace, my friend."
Harry Goodridge: UFC legend Kevin Randleman has passed away at the age of 44. I can't believe my friend has passed away. Second in two months.
Frank Trigg:"Kevin Randleman. An amazing competitive spirit and an excellent athlete. He sincerely believed that he could achieve what he believed in.
Tyson Griffin:“It’s hard to realize that I will never see him again, his smile, I won’t feel the energy around him ... Last year at the MMA Awards, I was lucky enough to be with him for the last time. My thoughts and prayers go out to his wife, children and family. I will never forget my time with Kevin "The Monster" Rendleman. Rest in peace, brother! You will remain forever in the hearts of those whose attention you have attracted!!!”
James Te Huna:“Very sad to hear that Kevin Rendleman has passed. At one time, one of the coolest guys on the planet. I became a fan of his as soon as I saw his aggressive fighting style in the octagon and humility outside the cage."
Justin Fuchs (FoxSports journalist):“I was close to Mark Hunt when I heard the news about Kevin. "Can't he be dead? Wow, said Mark Hunt. - This is sad news. I remember the days when we played Pride tournaments. It was me, Kevin and Mark Coleman in the elevator. The fight melody started playing and Kevin began to dance. He was energized... Very sad news. We will all die sooner or later.”
Antonio Silva:"Rest in Peace, Kevin Rendleman."
Lance Palmer:“Legendary wrestler and UFC and Pride veteran, husband, father and wonderful person! I have always looked up to Kevin as a wrestler and as a fighter. Rest in peace, my friend."
Scott Jurgenson:“Just found out about Kevin. I looked up to him long before I decided to connect my life with MMA. I knew Kevin personally and trained with him. He was a giant, but it was always a pleasure to train with him. His energy was infectious."
Uriah Faber:“This guy was cool! I remember how he went into the room where we were, several young fighters. He pointed to the three of us and said, “You will become rich. You will also become rich. And you will become rich. Sports are developing at an explosive pace. So... Who's gonna take the fifty?" We all laughed and then he started wrestling Mark Colman in a friendly way on the marble floor."
Roy Nelson:“My heart goes out to Kevin Rendleman's family. I was lucky to train with him, to know personally and to see the fights of one of the pioneers of the sport.”
Michael Bisping:“Very sad to hear that Kevin Rendleman has passed away. I met him only a few times, but during this time I saw in him a great man and one of the true pioneers. Rest in peace".
Chuck Liddell:"Damn. I was the cornerman in that fight [Kevin and Mirko Filipović]. It's sad to hear such news."
Rodrigo Nogueira:“I have a lot of respect for Kevin Randleman for what he has done in the sport. rest in peace warrior!!”
Dan Henderson:“Very sad to hear of the passing of Kevin Randleman. A true legend of wrestling and MMA. My condolences to his family, friends and all who were fortunate enough to know him."
Quinton Jackson:"Rest in peace, Kevin."
John Jones: "It is very sad. I met him once, he was a gentleman."
John Fitch:“Today would be Evan Tanner's birthday. And today we lost the Monster. Time is fleeting and takes many of us."
Ray Sefo:“A sad day for the world of MMA, we have lost one of the pioneers of the sport. Rest in peace my friend!!"
