Beastly Tony Johnson

Tony Johnson

“Hulk” was his name coming up. He was an All-American wrestler and running back. Benching 535 in college, Tony Johnson has gone from a dominator on the field and on the mat to a knockout fighter soon to hit the top in his new sport.

He thought of going to the NFL; they were knocking at his door too. But, Johnson found himself having to handle family matters and passed on the invite. Now, the 290 pound strong arm is going into the Mixed Martial Arts (MMA), easily handling opponents and tempting challengers to meet him toe to toe.

Nottheads caught up with Johnson as he was preparing for his next bout. The temperature was above 100 degrees in the gym as he sparred with fellow fighters and focused solely on the win. He put his hype song on repeat (Lil Wayne’s “I’m Me”) and smashed on the pads like he was trying to release some built up tension that was brewing in his psyche.

“It’s like a chess game. It’s all strategy,” he says as he steps away from his passion to holla at us.

“I’ve been doing this for about a year and a half now, so it comes easy to me; especially being a wrestler.”

Read More:  Tha Beast – Tony Johnson – Hulk

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Ginger – MMA Beauty

Ginger MMA Beauty

All internal lubricated parts, axle shafts and bearings, constant velocity joints, axle housing, propeller shafts, universal joints, wheel bearings, locking hubs, front differential actuator, supports, front and rear hub bearings, seals and gaskets; less like a fictional character more like a powerhouse of speed, performance, and luxury; not the Cadillac CTS, that’s Ginger.

If you saw Ms. Ginger walking down the street or in the grocery store, her beauty would probably tempt you to go spit your best game trying to make her yours.  This Cajun dime piece is one of a kind though and what lies beneath that pearly grin are beastly fangs ready to take out anybody that violates.

She was a band girl at Southern State in Louisiana and has the charm of the girl next door.  But what they don’t know is that as one of the top female MMA fighters out of Miami, Ginger is dominating the ring and putting fear in the hearts of some of the baddest bitches on the planet.

Notthead interviewed this lovely lady and got the exclusive photo-op that shows the contrasts to a true beauty and beast.

Notthead:  Are you more beauty or beast?

Ginger:  Ha Ha!  Beast.  Point blank.  But the BEAUTY of it is that I keep it at bay when I’m dressed up and socializing, smiling when the teeth are really coming out of the corners of the grin.

Ginger

Notthead:  What makes you feel beautiful or feminine?

Ginger:  Sex…knowing that I can attract a dominant, intimidating male who can maintain control of my wild side and make me feel….hmmm, subdued at the right moments.  And I’m a big chick so being “manhandled” is pretty sexy, since I do all of the controlling and intimidating in my daily life, and believe me, these men are very rare and hard to find.  Most like petite little fragile girls who are easy to deal with; I like a MAN who likes a challenge…I like this question!!

Notthead:  What makes the animal come out?

Ginger:  Being pissed off.  The mere thought of a person trying to injure me sets me into survival mode, kill or be killed.  Immortality emerges from the inner most part of me.

Read more: The Beauty – Ginger

Photos:  MMA Beauty -  Ninja Ginger

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Kanye just being Ye

Written by:  R. L. Burney

He was rude and out of place, snatching the mic from young Taylor Swift at the VMA Awards Sunday night.  He made the little white girl cry and to put it simply, he was wrong.

Kanye West - Taylor Swift

But Kanye West has evolved into that type of entertainer.  Before we go further, this is not a piece in his defense.  There is no excuse for his actions.  He was trying to entertain.  And he did just that; entertained.

We are yet to know the repercussions for Kanye’s outburst.  It probably will be severe being that he interrupted one of the most widely viewed annual shows in the US.  So is he living up to his self-proclamation of an activist?  Maybe.  Was this racial?  It doesn’t seem so, but of course only he would know that.  It’s obvious though that the reaction to the whole thing may be more than what the Louis Vutton Don bargained for.

Taylor Swift is the young, pretty, country girl next door that America has come to adore like a little daughter or niece.  Kanye West is loved, even though he can be overly flamboyant and obnoxious at times (his talent is classic though).  Beyonce, the innocent bystander in this attack, is just beautiful and too talented to even compare to anyone currently in the business.  So, it’s just an awkward situation.  The black man embarrasses the white girl in front of millions with the black woman being the left to pick up the pieces and make peace.  Thank God for the Black Woman!

As much as Kanye disturbed the masses, he was right within his comments.  Next time though, let the legitimate winner get their moment of glory.  It’s like S.C. Congressman Joe Wilson calling the president a liar in the middle of his address, or Serena Williams threatening an official in the middle of a match.  They are acting off emotion (whether right or wrong) and someone down the line will be offended.  There is a time and place for everything, but we cannot get too bent out of shape when people, especially entertainers, go to the extreme with their antics.  If anything, the apologies should be enough along with a sincere effort in avoiding future occurrences.  Just know when the spotlight is on, anything is bound to go down.

Oh yeah; Kanye West was booked on the first Jay Leno the next night! What a coincidence.

Porschea – Training Day

Written by R. L. Burney

First Training Day

The lights are low when you walk in. All the women look your way, so it seems like the spotlight is on you as soon as you walk through the door. These aren’t your typical club going females. While they are sizing you up, they are also entertaining the rest of the gentlemen in the club with their tantalizing moves and seductive sways. The soft, exposed body parts that capture your psyche are just more weapons in their arsenal to keep you inside and spending all of your money.

From the front line, to the pit of the inferno; Porschea is will put a word out, this exclusive Miami interview and video is coming soon…  First Day of Training

Porsche

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MEN, FIDELITY AND A SKILLET

Bonnie Glover will be blogging on Novel Spaces on 7/10; her title/topic:

MEN, FIDELITY AND A SKILLET: BACK TO BASICS

Men, Fidelity and a Skillet: Back to the Basics

Maybe one day I’ll blog about what you should have at your side but today ain’t the day. And, further, let me say that I in no way advocate violence against anyone but, in the case of a man, who is married or in a committed relationship, SISTERS, A SKILLET is a necessary weapon, a starting and ending place for MESS…

Miami Mojitos

Miami is the shit, huh?  Y’all got the best women and I’m drinking the best on South Beach, you say?

Ok.  You might be right.

Miami Mojitos

Before heading to a talent showcase at South Beach’s Club Living Room, my mentor and I strolled historic South Beach.  I was shocked at the diversity of people that came to experience the magic of this area.  The arc deco architecture of the hotels and business that lined the avenues reminded me of the many movies and books that portrayed the lifestyle and excitement of past eras.  And with the thousands of men and women from all over the world dining, mingling and partying there, I was sure that South Beach and Miami as a whole had not lost its place as a top destination.

Walking down Ocean Drive, we came across a restaurant called Casablanca.  In fact, the waitress that stood in front of the place was the one that silently lured me to the door.  Her beauty and offer of two for one Mojitos was the perfect compliment to start my night.

Mojito.  The adopted drink of Miami night life.  My first ever was bomb!  The bartender cut up limes and graciously added sweet mint to the rum that would show me what this city was all about.  The spice and sweetness of my drink finally defined for me where I was and what was in store.

By R.L. Burney