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Drew McFedries’ mom was murdered

Back when Drew McFedries beat Jordan Radev at Ultimate Fight Night 10, he said “No one understands the struggles and hardships I’ve gone through to get here!” We laughed it off on the low blow, because God knows that half the fighters in the UFC were abused, beaten, homeless, jailed, nearly murdered, and on and on and on. MMA is full of sad stories and personal struggle. What problems could Drew McFedries have to compare? The inability to make car payments?

Well it looks like we underestimated the issues in Drew’s personal life, because here’s just a glimpse and it’s fucking scary:

Agnes McFedries-Kennedy, 51, was found Saturday evening lying in the alley in the 1800 block between West 7th and West 8th streets. A couple returning to a residence near the scene discovered the body.

Police are interviewing “people of interest” in the case, said Capt. David Struckman. A significant portion of the criminal investigation division is working case, he added.

McFedries-Kennedy was the daughter of Quad-City auctioneer Scotty McFedries and mother of UFC fighter Andrew McFedries.

She had a lengthy criminal history, which included theft, prostitution, harassing a public official and driving while barred.

  • Xavier says:

    Yeah, you’re right, it is pretty sad that his brother is an Auctioneer. I’m not sure how I’d feel about that either. Poor Drew.

  • Xavier says:

    Err, grandson of an auctioneer. That’s even worse.

    (yay reading comprehension)

  • Bruce Leroy says:

    i want to be a prostitution auctioneer

  • scorchamatic says:

    you guys are pretty fucked up. my cynical ass can’t even begin to making light of this guy’s mom dying, no matter what kind of life she lived. that’s tough….

  • Mike says:

    I just want to discover a body at some point in my life. Every time I read about some jogger or fisherman discovering a body I get a little angry. When will be my time?

    Then again I’d probably start freaking out thinking the killer was still around and then I’d get paranoid and think the cops would think I did it and I’d probably just not tell anyone. Maybe take a couple friends on a Stand By Me-like adventure to it.