A blurry fur ball scampers across the kitchen floor, a tiny spittle of blood painting a trail back to his tail. A trail the family cat walked for fun, all the while watching and waiting until the mouse was *just* about to reach the hole in the wall then YANK goes the rubbery door stop of a tail and the mouse is returned to the center of it all. Cats are assholes.
The knee to Smith’s head, throw while the bald headed white man had his hand on the mat, resulting in a two point deduction from Herb Dean was a nice gesture from Jones, in all fairness. It really did give Smith a chance going into the last round.
However, Anthony Smith, a man with a tattoo of a dreamcatcher the size of an extra large pizza, complete with tassels blowing in the wind, etched in his skin like it’s responsible for tying together the room that is his back, did not beat Jon Jones.
Jon Jones d. Anthony Smith (48-44, 48-44, 48-44)
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