Board Thread:Questions and Answers/@comment-32783267-20180122084929/@comment-32783267-20180205055527

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“Good job out there Luke,” greeted ‘the MMA savant’ Henri Hooft as the former Middleweight champion returns to his corner, and imparts a fraction of his vast MMA wisdom, “.. But remember the plan. Stick to the plan. And don’t fucking punch yourself out.. I repeat. Don’t punch yourself out… Oh yeah.. don’t give up.. and stick to the plan.”

……. Somewhere Anthony Johnson inexplicably shivered while tending to his crops in a certain marijuana growing facility …..

''However the words of wisdom from his new genius MMA coach just went through the Santa Cruz native’s ears as the gasping fighter just can’t help but notices the events unfolding on the opposite side of the Octagon.. It’s the Cuban wrestler who is being tended by his corner men and the most astounding of all… the sight of Demi Lovato massaging Romero’s “th-th-th-thick” massive traps is enough to befuddle Luke across the Octagon.. complete with Yoel making a stupid grin, that could only be topped by theone and only Fabricio Werdum, saluting at Luke and giving thumbs up..''

“Hey.. Luke.. Luke! Pay attention! The break time’s gonna end soon..” warned the former Blackzilian coach as Rockhold tries to regroup his senses by thinking about the waves… and Demi Devato… NO.. No!!.. Just the waves.

“Hey, Hooft. You look off today.. What happened?” the cutman asked. “Nah.. just getting used to with my fighters dropping the ball in title fights..” Hooft answered with disappointment in his voice as his latest student leaves the corner for the ensuing round, “He’s already compromised...”

!!!... TING …!!!

''Luke bites down his mouthpiece and approaches the center of the Octagon to touch gloves with Romero.. and another shocking event enfolds right in front of the Santa Cruz native’s eyes. The Cuban wrestler, for the first time in ever, came out to fight in an orthodox stance…''

“LUKE..!!! Don’t get dissuaded,” screamed Hooft… “Remember our drillings… Stand your ground… and don’t give up.”

“Oh.. Look at that! Romero switched his stance into Orthodox, Dom,” Jimmy “Bizarro Joe” Smith said to his fellow commentator Dominick “Underhook” Cruz, who says, “Now when it comes to Open Stance battle.. where the stances of the fighters are mirrored.. The one with the outside foot advantage always has the upper hand.”

''Bewildered but still focused, Rockhold cautiously closes into the natural Southpaw’s range.. and throws a Jab.. a fundamentally sound, solid jab with chin tucked in… But Romero immediately throws an explosive Hook Kick, which whiffed pass the Santa Cruz native’s chin… ''

''Undeterred, Rockhold quickly circles into the Cuban’s powerside, ignoring the screaming pleas of Hooft... and Michael Bisping who is watching this lackluster event with his family at home.. and pumps the Jab again… and it landed square on the off-balanced Romero’s chin and drops him down…''

But the Cuban pops right back up and salutes at the Avid Surfer saying,“I gonna cget cho… I luhh cho.. Ruke Rockcold..”'' in a menacing tone, which actually managed to get Luke as the former Middleweight Champion shifts his focus so he might not end up laughing out loud in a title fight of all things. This brief window of distraction is enough for the 40 Year Old Not a Virgin Wrestler to dart in with his prime agility… and Luke reflexively Jabs the Cuban’s face to stop him in tracks… It’s a fine jab. Fast, crisp and lighting fast as expected from a Hooft fighter…''

Romero ate the Jab and throws back a Right which Rockhold pulls himself back to avoid… followed by a lead Left Hook thrown from the Orthodox stance, which Rockhold narrowly avoided instinctively using Bob n’ Weave… drilled with the MMA Savant Hooft for months in advance.

''However, something clicks in.. something buried deep inside Luke’s unconscious psyche… something he thought he made peace with long ago… ''

''The world around starts to get blurry.. the advertisements in the Octagon becomes indistinguishable.. and his vision becomes hazy as he moves outside Romero’s striking range…''

''“What is happening to me?” Luke thought… and the Cuban standing plodding steadily right in front of him wraps into someone… someone with a lighter.. whiter skin than Romero (nothing political)… someone he deeply hated.. someone none other than the man with a cocked eye.. someone who believes in destiny.. someone none other than his nemesis… who is, for some reason, in a suit as if he’s on UFC on FOX program…''

“Michael Bisping…” Luke audibly spoke.. to the confusion of Yoel, Hooft and people close to the Octagon.

“T’was I, Skyler! The Count … at your service!!” Michael greets in a cocky manner with a thick Briton accent as he always is…

Luke fuming with anger, quickly yelled at his hallucination, “What the hell do you want, Mike? Aren’t you satisfied with fucking everything up to this point??”

“Oh my.. What an angry young man. But you’re also partially responsible for all of this.. remember that,” replied the savy Brit…

Yoel confused as everyone was, wasted no time and lunges into to attack.

“Tell me Luke.. Do you believe in destiny? If you don’t… you should be now,” said the Count as he fades into 6 feet Olympic Silver Medalist flying into him with a knee....

“Umph..!”

''Luke managed to blocked it.. barely.. but the impact was too strong and he starts to feel numbness in his forearms as he backpedals away from Yoel… who morphs into Bitchping (as many call) again..''

Bisping quips, “Isn’t that a close one, mate? It sure do to me… Just a few more seconds late and you might end up suffering the same fate at my left…”

“AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!”

“What the hell is he doing, now!!??“ screeches the former Blackzilian striking coach, “first the crazy talk … and now he just throws away the gameplan… I’m so done…”

''Regardless of Hooft’s disappointment, he is deeply in awe of what is unfolding right in front of his eyes. Luke Rockhold, tapping into his inner salt (not bitterness), throws a lighting fast combination of punches with kicks as he blitzes towards Yoel Romero… who was forced to trade in an exchange…  Rockhold, so crisp and sharp in his exchanges like a white Michael Johnson (nothing political), managed to repetitively stun the Cuban wrestler, whose salt (I mean sweat) flying all over the Octagon, that goes on for a minute and forces Romero to panic wrestle… But Luke is prepared for this and defended the underhook of Yoel by digging in a deep whizzer…''

“Now, if you look at this situation, Romero got a deep underhook on right side of Rockhold..” Cruz explains, “But Rockhold also had a whizzer on the opposite side of Yoel.. so what matter now is that whether Yoel will use the underhook as a leverage and take Rockhold down by using Luke’s whizzer to execute the outside footsweep..”

……..

“And they are still pummeling each other, Dom,” Smith exclaimed, “I think Yoel is gassed and Luke.. gasses himself out throwing heat and wrestling with Romero… Ah.. Dom? ''Dom don’t do this right under the table man. There are people around you'',”

“… Uh.. oh.. oh .. ''sorry.. ''U-Underhooks, Jim. T-They are so important.. Ah.. there’s a fight in the crowd, Jim” Cruz replied as he zips his pants up.

After a grueling war of pummeling with sporadic clinch strikes, Luke gained an upperhand and starts beating up Yoel in the clinch and….

“This doesn’t look good.. I think it’s going to end…” Smith comments…

!!!... TING…!!!

And Romero survives… and the exhausted fighters came back into their respective corners, breathing heavily…

“That was marvelous, Luke. You are doing a great job.. Now look at him. He’s done. Just don’t give up.. OK?” asked Hooft.

''Luke nods back slowly with that look in his eyes…taking deep breathes…. Unfortunately, in Rockhold’s eyes, it was Michael Bisping that was talking to him the entire time….''

Bisping, in a cornerman outfit, snobbishly commented on Rockhold, “Look at you.. You are a mess Luke. You’re very lucky that you have to fight this Cuban Superman with a poor arse cardio, instead of Whittaker, who is basically me with….”

“How the fuck are you comparing yourself to that Aussie.. ” Luke interrupted despite struggling to get some air.

Hooft, confused with what he has just heard, asks, “Luke what are you talking about?.. Don’t ever think about next fight boy.. We can discuss perfect gameplans for Whittaker after this fight OK?”

“.... Better striking, better footwork, better takedown defense, better cardi.. that I ain’t sure yet.. but yup he’s me that has never been..”  answered the Count, “And remember Luke.. his heart is as good as mine.. maybe even exceeds mine. You have no chance lad, even if you win this fight..”

“Stop with that patronizing shit… ” Luke mutters… at this point Hooft has given up with trying to reason with the former Middleweight champion…

“Who the fuck do you think you are Luke?.. I’m taking about the future of the Middleweight division too..” Bisping continued, “Look at that guy on the other side.. He’s old as fuck. Do you think he can be the future of the division too? I know we all love to hang on to this.. hope.. this feeling of satisfaction of fighting in the Octagon… Live by the sword, die by the sword, I guess. But you need to reconsider yourself, just like I did… Whittaker is the future.. We are becoming the relics of the past we have gone far enough.. We both had reached the summit….You still don’t get it? Fine. Did you see what happened when a freakin’ dinosaur like me, a British dinosaur, got the title? Remember th...”

Drained and exhausted Luke starting to feel discouraged and he decided to stop paying attention to his hallucination and looks across the Octagon to his opponent…..

''Yoel, looking worse than a participant of 100-men Kumite after the test, is sweating buckets while getting massaged by every obscure ex-girlfriends Luke had along with Demi again… but this time Demi bites Romero’s ear and rubs Romero’s pecs to further dishearten her former boyfriend.. The Santa Cruz Native was left speechless by what he has just witnessed and prepares to standup on auto-pilot as the break time ends…''

''What’s this?... One of Romero’s cornerman spilled the ice bucket and now the entire floor around the Solider of God is wet and the cornermen clumsily try to wipe the water away and end up tangling with the girls around Romero that goes on for like a half minute… And now.. the gate has clos.. What’s this now?? Romero is still sitting in his stool looking clueless (or playing dumb) as his coach awkwardly comes in to take out the stool… The whole fiasco ended up with Romero getting a total of 2 minutes resting time…. The same could be said to Luke also..''

''As Luke leaves for the third round, the hallucination of Michael Bisping yells at him before fading away, “The choice is yours, Luke.. I mean, who am I to judge? Make something different perhaps.. or a choice you won’t regret. Just want to say… some things can be left undone.. There’s no shame to that…  Believe you me, Luke.”''

“Sure Mike. I’m too old for this game.. yeah..” Luke quipped back and everyone starts scratching their head again.

!!!... TING …!!!

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(Note: Don't get me wrong.. I'm not saying Luke is too old for the sport... maybe Yoel is tho.. But the point is that there is a changing of guard in the upper echelons of the divisions and it should be as it's natural... and Bisping hallucination was just being a dick.. like his real life alter ego..)