Theres a new kid on the mma block and his name is Chris Weidman. When analyzing his performance against Munoz, masterful, explosive & cerebral are a few words that come to mind. Matrix like, as he moved like Neo through suspended time. He walked into the arena resembling a prepy college kid not knowing and understanding full well what he was getting himself into.
Munoz came in with a fresh hair cut, a bit too cool for school, with pink highlights and some blade knife like writing. Dopeness more fit for a 50 cent rap video. A sly smile, a bit too cocky, like the win was already in the pocket for the all american wrestler. Dangerous territory for any fighter as any fighter not wanting to smell salt understands. Humility carries deep roots to feed a fertile mystical arsenal of ass kickery. Just ask any of the MMA Champions and their deep roots in faith and God.The result was Munoz lying a bloody mess after a super sleek & sneaky elbow from Weidman as he used Munoz's own momentum against him landing an elbow to meet Munoz's incoming haymaker royal flush on the nose. Munoz dropped like a cell out of Lithium & the unrelenting and vicious bombs to the face & head commenced, putting into question the referees judgement and credentials.
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