A buddy of mine sent me an e-mail about last night’s UFC card; something about another Ronda Rousey quick win or something like that. He mentioned something about how much of a piss off it was to have to pay sixty bucks for such a short main event. (Because clearly, nobody cares about the undercard, it seems.)
My simple reply to him was a question that could be applicable to anyone with the same reaction: “What did you expect from a fake fight?”
That’s right, Dana. I just called your $60 main event match featuring your prize fighter a fake fight.
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