Bethe Correia Rips Ronda Rousey On Instagram And Calls For A Rematch–And I Had No Idea She Was Still Alive

I’m no expert in mixed martial arts, but I’d venture to guess that if you get put to sleep in less time it takes to play a commercial before a YouTube video, you’re simply fighting out of your league. I think anyone with two eyes and a rational brain believes that the only chance Bethe Correia stands against beating the unbreakable Rowdy Ronda is if she brings a gun to the fight. And it’s gotta be an automatic weapon, because one shot won’t do it.

But I guess part of being a competitor is having unwavering blind confidence in yourself.

And 17 days after Rousey sent Correia face first into the canvas, Correia woke up from her coma and started chirping about Rousey, propositioning a rematch.

Per Bethe’s Instagram account:

I was extremely criticized and judged by lack of respect due to a bad interpretation of the current champ. All that time, I saw the real face of the current champ trying to pose as a saint while she always said publicly that she wanted to make me “have a meeting with Jesus,” which was her true intention. The media never gave that much coverage. I’d never would fight anyone with the intention to kill, break their neck, which is something there’s no return from. I wouldn’t joke about it, because wanting to kill someone is not caring about the pain their family would feel!

So, I tell @rondarousey I’m here, and I’ll fight for a rematch in 2016, stronger, more mature, we’ll see each other again!

I wanted to fight you, and I got it. I’ll get that chance again, and I’ll have my revenge at the right time!

No, Bethe, no. I know the pain killers can make you a little loopy, but this is simply delusional. As much as I’d like to see Ronda beat you like a battery-drained remote control again, I’d like to avoid seeing someone die on Pay Per View.

Look at this, please, Bethe. I’m doing this for you.

We hope you’ll make the right decision.

-Humanity

[h/t Uproxx]

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