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Ultimate fighting. Ultimately boring. I can’t decide if it’s the multiminutes spent in missionary position only to finish up with a grappling hold to the knee or the opening epic fox trot with fancy footwork sans punching. Based on my limited viewing of ultimate fighting, I’m starting to understand the appeal of WWF or I guess its WWE now. It takes the trash talking reminiscent of the early boxing days plus lots ‘n’ lots of t & a (which isn’t solely present on the men) and fast forwards all the hugging and canoodling. It’s no wonder WWE landed into a popular search engine’s top ten most searched list. Somewhere after Britney and before Paris. Yes, ultimate fighting needs a little something to worthy the title “ultimate.”