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Brock Lesnar in Maxim, Hungry for Frank Mir, "Built Like a Black Man", and Still Homophobic

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Nate Penn of Maxim has a piece on Brock Lesnar and there are some humdingers in it. First up, Frank Mir, still disrespecting:

"If Brock Lesnar was never in the WWE," says Frank Mir, against whom Lesnar will mount his first title defense on July 11, "he would never have gotten a title shot. And he knows that. But that’s how people get paid. The bottom line is it’s not always about who’s a better fighter."

Lesnar talks about the WWE:

"You get so brainwashed. You’re on the road 300 days a year, and that’s why guys get so messed up. This life becomes a part of them. It’s not real, but some guys who are still in the business think it is. You look at Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler—he just couldn’t let it go. You live a double life. I was tired of trying to be who I was in the ring and then coming home for two days to be normal. They didn’t allow you to be. The guys who get out are the smart ones, really and truly."

Dismisses steroid allegations by making a rather remarkable comment:

"I bet you I’ve taken over 60 steroid tests. In college I had 15 random drug tests in two years. I’ve taken drug tests for the NFL, the WWE, the UFC. I must be pretty good at masking steroids. God gave me this body: Are you jealous of it or what? Give me a break. I got the genetics of—not to get into racism or anything—but I’m built like a black man. ...It’s all genetics. I wouldn’t say we’re all created equal. That’s just to make the other guys feel good who don’t have what you’ve got."

They are pretty generous with the "air time" they give Mir. Here's one of the better breakdowns of Lesnar's style I've seen:

"All I remember from last time," says Mir, who once snapped an opponent’s forearm with a submission, "is him whimpering and wincing as I was tapping him." Mir has studied Lesnar’s career, going all the way back to his NCAA days. "If you watched when he wrestled in college," he observes, "his abilities were not very technical. He used his size and his power. He won matches by one and two points, drew the pace down, got real boring." He says Lesnar fundamentally remains that kind of fighter and that Lesnar’s strategy will play directly into his own legendary sub­mission skills.

And then there's this priceless bit of vintage Lesnar homophobia to end the piece:

That’s not to say he’s uncomfortable in front of the camera. Approaching him, I’m hit by the cloying scent of the oil smeared all over his torso. We’re talking about Frank Mir when I interrupt to joke, "You smell delicious, by the way." I do know what I was thinking: There’s something comical about an enormous man who’s basically wearing perfume. But as soon as I utter those words, I realize I’ve fucked up massively. Galactically. You do not make sexually ambiguous quips to a man who grapples intimately with other men for a living.

Lesnar’s eyes narrow. His lips tighten. "What?" he asks. His tone is equal parts malevolence and disgust.

"What is that smell?" I stammer, trying to sound offhand about it.

He’s watching me closely. "Oil," he sneers.

I have no doubt that Lesnar's homophobia springs from a real sense of horror and confusion deep within him (and maybe self-loathing), but the part of me that appreciates the carney barker's art of pro-wrestling thinks Lesnar has seized on a great 21st Century angle for playing the heel.