[Jordan Breen]

Risen from Belem, a fierce fighter stands
Born with both the body and brain to win
Blessed with the blood of Brazil and Japan
Glory be to the great Inoki’s chin.

His limbs gave red shades to Stephan’s fair skin
He reached Rich Franklins frankly feeble beard
BJ was beaten as he fled from thin
Here stands a man that’s ferocious and feared.

American cage, Ultimate challenge
Heath, Hoger, and Nakamura did fall
Shrewd striking counters, declining damage
Forcing Judges Hands to unveil their call.

8- sided walls, familiar decorum
With pillows for fans who dwell in forums.




Most wins by unanimous decision
Lyoto Michida Eleven and "O"
He's still not top ten in the division
Incredibly boring fights he has to go

Or give him a title shot with Rampage
Hope the champion will beat his head in
For five rounds he will run in the cage
With the Ultimate's luck he might win

Black House Shotokan karate master
With a legit brown belt in Jiu-Jitsu
Will not make his fights get stopped any faster
at least it gives time to go to the loo

With another decision victory
I hope that Dana will make his butt history.



I love this one mixed martial artist, a
Karate Fighter from Belem, Brazil.
An eleven and zero record, duh,
which means you can hardly call me a shill.

He listens to the first name of Ryoto
and his family name is Machida.
Although calling him the nick name "Lyoto",
won't likely invoke him to submit ya'.

His last stoppage, Dimitri Wanderley,
was a TKO at Jungle Fight 6.
It was April 29, Saturday,
oh and that was the year 2006!

Some say he's boring, though I say he's not.
He clearly deserves the number one spot!



To pass the guard and finish with a sub
Could Be Compared to one thing
To Bash him hard end it and get the Dub
Oh, your status would be shared with nothing

How and Why is he so untouchable
That there's no one who can seem to catch-up
He eats up fighters just like Lunchables
Knocked out Franklin, heard he couldn't get up

Some say he's boring, he wins decisions
Please get more knockouts add that component
I want to see a few more submissions
HE HAS NO LOSSES, to top opponents!!!

Lyoto Machida, F the haters
Lyoto Machida, None greater




Ryoto likes his fancy Karate
Don’t worry ‘bout knockouts when I’m fighting
The fans all boo while full of Tecate
My fancy strikes are fast and so biting

I back away but don’t mistake my style
I’d like to finish but I can’t seem to
If my kick lands my foe is in a pile
But fans may still commence to fling their poo

I beat Vernon and Franklin and BJ
But fans refuse to let me have my due
I get as much respect as poor TJ
Maybe I’ll get my props before I’m through

I like to counter but please don’t hate me
I like to win Oh God why can’t you see




'Tis better to have class than please the mobs,
Keep this to heart in all the things you do,
Inspire the cultured eyes not drunken slobs,
Aloof from the vile tide of fart and boo.

Sophisticate love for sweet Machida,
Beyond the ken of low Tito liker,
Back foot beauty marks you as our leader,
Fools call any TUF boy world class striker.

Lyoto- go, go- make me feel alive,
Show punch variety and reflex skill,
Clean out fake pretenders at two - oh - five,
Plant the silky banner a-top the hill.

Fools and doubters: on you knees together,
To Lyoto: your lord, your Mayweather.





Training Karate since the age of three,
Sumo BJJ at twelve and fifteen,
Your knees would set the minds of many free,
Their proverbial clocks you would wipe clean,

Rich Franklin felt a knee to his forehead,
Bonnar was defeated by a big cut.
Lyoto makes people wish they were dead.
He makes their open doors seem like they’ve shut.

A countenance as calm as frigid ice,
Like puzzles he takes all of them apart,
He isn’t mean but certainly not nice.
His violent ballet is like cryptic art.

He is a blazing, burning, juggernaut.
His glowing aura will shine bright and hot.



Steer thy eyes to a gaze unwavering.
Thy mind, thy, body, thy soul coalesce.
Calm, is nervousness without quivering.
Adept in a fracas, I acquiesce.

Skill is but one mere facet to digest,
Patience is his rendition of a coup.
O time is served a la carte, so ingest.
Mind thy division, he shall stir the soup.

All greatness is for naught before its time.
The mystery will veil its contention.
A decision heard, even from a mime.
East, is the Sun, on this acquisition.

Love is sadly not always eye to eye.
Boos bleed unjust, the canvas will soon dye.




Machida the greatest counter striker
The best fighting strategy of anyone
Back up and blast any U-F-C fighter
He side kicks like Jean Claude Van Damme for fun

He messes up kids rhythm with pot shots
Beating Nakamura down for three rounds
Pronounced the winner when the punches stop
Lyoto beating ass standing or ground

I watch the pay per view, cant stop grinning
Pizza in hand and sipping on iced tea
Yell at the screen Lyoto is winning
Man I can't get up but I got to pee

A message for Lyoto I would say
For Machida I'd totally turn gay



O! Lyoto! If thou dost seek the light,
Know this! Thy fans dost not like lay and pray.
If thou would but only finish a fight,
And break the bonds of fans utter dismay.

For I have sworn thee worthy; thought thee noble,
Despite angry naysayers on web boards,
Slandering you sluggish and immobile,
Pay them no mind! Thy will have thine rewards.

Even so, with your ne'er-quickening pace,
O! Dear Lyoto! Thou shalt win again.
Thou will plod forward in the title chase,
Singing dreamy songs like the winter wren.

To this I witness and solemnly swear,
Lyoto! The gold one day you shall wear!




My eyes betrayed, for this I shant believe
He kicks and jabs without a blow endured
Thy fighter 'cross the ring cannot achieve
A victory, defeat to him assured

Machida's pinpoint strikes content my heart
Elusive dance is candy for my mind
A style so pretty surely must be art
Injustice fills me to see it maligned

Spectators swamp arenas loud with jeers
It's action they desire without delay
But while their evening is drowned out with beers
I'll watch and love a cultured fight display

The Second Inoki with all his grace
A man most others doth not want to face




Light feet as Jesus walking on water.
Head movement like Whitaker in his prime.
Fast hands that make fights a scorecard slaughter.
Though dumb crowds use his fights as potty time

Lyoto Machida, his given name.
His father, a karate mastermind.
Uneducated fans find his style lame,
I see beauty like Sonoma’s behind.

The grace with which he darts inside and out,
Taken from Hopkins against Trinidad,
Pundits put his market value in doubt.
It’s not his fault he makes guys look so bad.

Watch him clown fools like Gross does to T.J.
And realize he will be champ someday.




Your opponent comes in with an umbrella,
He knows you are like the rain,
A slow and steady fella,
Sure to give viewers pain.

Round one was a bore,
Round two showed your might,
Round three we saw more,
You “dominated” the fight,

Bruce Buffer sings your name,
Ryoto Machida we all hear,
Eleven and oh is your fame,
When next will you appear?

Your game is the simplest it could have been,
Ryoto Machida… you just go out there to win.