Prize fighting, at its best, is a sport of wide appeal; technique, brutality, heart, and will, all woven deftly into an uncompromisingly visceral package. High-level MMA is a spectacle unlike any other found in sports, and no company is more readily capable of producing it than the UFC.
At UFC Fight Night 131, Marlon Moraes showed the capabilities of the sport’s upper echelon, ending bantamweight elite Jimmie Rivera’s 20-fight winning streak with a monstrous headkick. It took little more than 30 seconds for Rivera’s undefeated run – dating back to 2008 – to come to a dazzling conclusion. A decade of work was lost in moments as Rivera crumbled to the mat. These are the kinds of extreme highs and lows that only MMA can provide.
However, by the time the card was over, it somehow felt like Moraes’ moment had been robbed of some of its luster.
The card itself consisted of twelve fights, with adverts and desk analysis hammered in between. The exact running time I do not know, but it must have ran at least eighteen hours – if feeling is a valid measurement of time (which it is not).
By the time Moraes cemented himself as a title threat, fans who chose to watch the entire card had sat through several completely uneventful fights, with little offered in the way of world-class talent. For my part, exhaustion was setting in. The sort of mental fatigue that accrues over time, during long stretches of uninteresting MMA. There were some highlights scattered throughout, but I just felt tired, and not in a physical sense. This fatigue is a feeling that has become more and more familiar to me lately. READ MORE CLICK HERE
At UFC Fight Night 131, Marlon Moraes showed the capabilities of the sport’s upper echelon, ending bantamweight elite Jimmie Rivera’s 20-fight winning streak with a monstrous headkick. It took little more than 30 seconds for Rivera’s undefeated run – dating back to 2008 – to come to a dazzling conclusion. A decade of work was lost in moments as Rivera crumbled to the mat. These are the kinds of extreme highs and lows that only MMA can provide.
The card itself consisted of twelve fights, with adverts and desk analysis hammered in between. The exact running time I do not know, but it must have ran at least eighteen hours – if feeling is a valid measurement of time (which it is not).
By the time Moraes cemented himself as a title threat, fans who chose to watch the entire card had sat through several completely uneventful fights, with little offered in the way of world-class talent. For my part, exhaustion was setting in. The sort of mental fatigue that accrues over time, during long stretches of uninteresting MMA. There were some highlights scattered throughout, but I just felt tired, and not in a physical sense. This fatigue is a feeling that has become more and more familiar to me lately. READ MORE CLICK HERE
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