My Fight / Your Fight
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THE ONLY OFFICIAL RONDA ROUSEY BOOK
“The fight is yours to win.”
In this inspiring and moving book, Ronda Rousey, the Olympic medalist in judo, reigning UFC women's bantamweight champion, and Hollywood star charts her difficult path to glory.
Marked by her signature charm, barbed wit, and undeniable power, Rousey’s account of the toughest fights of her life—in and outside the Octagon—reveals the painful loss of her father when she was eight years old, the intensity of her judo training, her battles with love, her meteoric rise to fame, the secret behind her undefeated UFC record, and what it takes to become the toughest woman on Earth. Rousey shares hard-won lessons on how to be the best at what you do, including how to find fulfillment in the sacrifices, how to turn limitations into opportunities, and how to be the best on your worst day.
Packed with raw emotion, drama, and wisdom this is an unforgettable book by one of the most remarkable women in the world.
checks-and-balances system. But he never called me beautiful. He was never complimentary. “That was a great investment,” he said one night about a chick in my division who allegedly got a boob job. I tried to conceal my disappointment. He never complimented me on my body. To have him ogling another girl’s chest hit both at my heart and my pride. It was an all-too-familiar feeling. That was a Dick thing to say, I thought to myself, thinking of IttyBitty. But I was trying to justify staying with
I have been booed in thirty countries. I have been booed following UFC victories. I’m more used to being booed by a crowd than I am being cheered. I have never been a fan favorite. Pretty much my entire competitive career has been defined by people hoping to see me lose. In the UFC, I’ve embraced the role of the villain. I don’t shy away from controversy. I don’t hold back when it comes to speaking my mind. That doesn’t always endear me to the masses. In a world that loves to root for the
one-handed with the arm of the elbow she had dislocated. 22. Please God. I turned, the leverage pulling Bosch off the ground and over my head. She went sailing through the air, in front of God and everyone. 21. Please God. Bam! She landed on the ground on her back for ippon. I had won instantly. 20. Thank you, God! Bosch lay facedown on the mat for a moment, as if she could not believe she had lost. The place exploded. The entire arena had been watching our fight, and everyone in the
plan. We have it all mapped out. It’s not going to happen overnight. But I think in four years, if she has the right kind of support…” He paused and looked at my mom, apparently expecting her to jump in and offer that support. My mom looked at him with a combination of disgust and disbelief. “Oh wait, are you saying that we should financially support her?” my mom asked with a laugh. “I can support myself,” I interjected. “I’m putting a lot of money into her career,” Darin said. “That’s
weigh in at the hotel whenever we arrived. Then he got us on a later flight, and we jumped in the car and rushed to the consulate. When we arrived forty-five minutes later, a staffer was waiting for us. He handed me my passport. “You have great timing,” he said. “We only hold passports for a year. We were about to send it out to you this week and it would have been in the mail.” I couldn’t help but think that the timing could have been a little better. Passport in hand, Darin and I rushed back