In a rare admittance of mortality, Kid Nate, feeling under the weather, had to bail at the last minute, which left the reigns for fumbling through this show solely in my highly incompetent hands. The outcome is a two-person MMA 3-way that stands proudly defiant to the very fabric of numerology.
Sans guidance, filters and any genuine concerns of providing a pleasurable viewing experience, Eugene and I pontificate erratically on lurking MMA storylines such as: the somehow still ongoing saga of a Dana White vs. Tito Ortiz boxing exhibition, women's bantamweight champion Ronda Rousey and the ever ominous specter of Cristiane "Cyborg" Santos looming in the background, the creative violence of Jon Jones and the light-heavyweight contenders who stand the best chance of toppling him.
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