Dearly beloved, brothas and sistas,
We are gathered here today to finally put to rest such a travesty of a trailer. Not because of it's lack of artistic integrity as the UFC has forever plagued us with HIGHLIGHT KNOCKOUTSUBMISSIONS, BIGASSBOLD NAMES, OH! OH! OH! IT IS AAAAAALLLL OVER! But because Zuffa knows damn well that we have to see these commercials a substantial amount of times, especially during the prelims. A song that was once good about the girl you love performed by The Turtles in 1967 only to be covered by the industrial rock group/former NIN bandmates (?) Filter who belt this out for The Great Gatsby movie. The now haunting cover will forever be engraved in our deepest and darkest of places possibly for the rest of our lives. And it forever solidifies that whenever we feel like we're going to get a high quality cinematic trailer, we are reminded that Dana White almost had Limp Bizkit at UFC 100.
Let us bow our heads...
Brothas and sistas, let us put to rest this abomination that no matter how many times we riff it, we know that THEY have won. And remember that amongst the aftermath of such an amazing card from top to bottom, a finale of a tremendous year of MMA, and the death of a king before our very eyes, we will forever have each other because Richard Patrick says so.
Rest in Peace