If you thought TUF4 pushed the boundaries of nastiness with all the staph infections and skin diseases you can handle, wait till you read this shit about what happened on last night’s TUF (and yes, I’m assuming none of you actually bothered to watch the show):
Soon after the selections, Team Rampage notices that third-round pick Paul Bradley has a rash on his neck. A few guys say they won’t roll with him because they don’t want to contract anything that might send them home. Jackson jokes that they may need to quarantine him.
However, the laughter is gone the next day when the UFC’s dermatologist determines that Bradley’s rash is likely stress-related and that it’s still “possible” it could jump to a teammate.
The next day, Dana shows up at a Team Rampage workout to meet with Bradley.
Quite bluntly, he tells him, “We’ve got to send you home kid. We can’t have you here.”
Bradley agues that the doctor said he won’t be contagious after two days because of the medication he’s on. Dana, though, says he can’t risk him breaking out again. Bradley, understandingly, doesn’t take it well and asks for another day and says he can’t leave and that he gave up way too much to be on the show, including his job as a wrestling coach.
So what was it that Paul Bradley had? Herpes Gladiatorum.
Individuals that participate in contact sports such as wrestling, rugby, and soccer sometimes acquire a condition caused by HSV-1 known as herpes gladiatorum, scrumpox, wrestler’s herpes or mat herpes. Abraded skin caused by contacts sports provides an area of entry for HSV-1. Symptoms present within 2 weeks of direct skin-to-skin contact with an infected person, and include skin ulceration on the face, ears, and neck. This disorder may cause fever, headache, sore throat and swollen glands, and occasionally affects the eyes. Physical symptoms sometimes recur in the skin.
Now I’m warning you now not to click on that above link unless you want to vomit forever and ever until there is nothing left to vomit and you’re just heaving like a cat trying to pass the world’s largest hairball. FOREVER.
I know I played a violin for that dude who got knocked the fuck out last week, and a lot of people are doing their own solos right now over Bradley getting the boot over this. But this herpes shit scares the fuck out of me, and that’s about all I can think while writing about it. Literally my mind is just going OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG and I’m now shopping around for the rashguard which most resembles a full body scuba diving suit.
Fucking gross, man. If this is what Dana White meant by “Must See TV”, I’m going to pass.