I don't normally cover MMA, the significant other does that, but I watched this fight with great interest the other night. What's so compelling about MMA - and this fight in particular - is its penchant for drama and total realism, while Boxing can (and does) delve into the realms of the superficial.
There was nothing staged, fake, or even remotely contrived about this fight, as Alexander Gustafsson proved he didn't come all the way from Sweden for nothing. He came with the very real intention of the unthinkable: beating the hell out of UFC light-heavyweight champion Jon "Bones" Jones (19-1).
And he actually did. Problem is- he got his ass beat too.
Jones got hit like never before, and for the first time in his UFC career, he amazingly got taken down. Gustafsson (15-2) is an unusual striker with solid ring generalship, movement, and uncanny coordination. Combine these attributes with his height and length, and it added up to a nightmarish encounter for Jones, who was actually carried out to the hospital on a stretcher.
The Swede (who limped back to the dressing room and also went straight to paramedics) appeared to clearly be getting the best of Jones after 3 rounds, but Jones closed well, particularly in the 5th, battering the challenger with roundhouse elbows, knees and kicks to close the show. If the decision had gone the other way (it was 48-47, 48-47, and 49-46 for Jones) no one would've cried. As it was, folks were immediately calling for a rematch.
"Who doesn't want a rematch," said UFC President Dana White.
You're right Dana, we all do. And the great thing about MMA is, I'll be damned if you can't expect it.