Rolled
into Genting at 3 in the morning
to
catch some of UFC 205
I'd
been to a party that was set in the 40s
that
had tried to keep the roaring decade alive
So
what better way to watch MMA
than
in a stiff collared shirt
and
a suit of layered grey?
Stood
at the bar I bumped into some brethren
who'd
been at the casino for 197
Some
were local, some were Omagh fellas,
sipping
on pints of Cronenberg and Stella
fought
for a belt, the champ of strawweight
Johanna
retained, but made us all wait
for
the main event and the Irish contingent
Who
treated the rules like they weren't quite so stringent,
who's
rise to stardom was violent and and glorious
who
gained the Irish moniker of 'Notorious'
When
the fight was stopped, I pretty much missed it
'Cause
the Irish fellas went full on ballistic
Throwing
chairs with a bawl and a shout
'til
the doormen came and threw them all out.
So
hats off to McGregor, there's no mystery,
he's
the first 2-weight champ in UFC history.
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