David Samuels, in The Atlantic: Quinton Jackson wears a steel bicycle chain around his neck, has a tattoo of a black panther on his enormous bicep, and has a tendency to howl like a wolf. He is also born-again, the loving father of four children -- and known for delivering the hardest blow in the history of professional sports. Now, in attempting to defend his Ultimate Fighting Championship title, he is also trying to hold onto his sanity. An intimate portrait of a mixed martial artist -- and of the growing American fixation with the warriors who earn their living beating each other bloody.
From the archive: I’ve decided to start prude-proofing myself via a series of daily micro-immersions in sex and violence.
Not everyone will want to face this much misery.
"Look, let me go back in there and face the peril." "No, it's too perilous."
"I have girlfriends that love gratuitous violence, blood and gore and people getting carved to pieces," she said.
"If the industry won't protect our children from gratuitous violence and indecency, then we must act."
The violence in Vice City is completely tuitous.
Rampage | 
