After Jon Joness withdrawal Daniel Cormier should have been a hero in Las Vegas on Saturday night. Instead he was treated to a chorus of boos
Boos swarmed down on the one male fighter who had done nothing to devastate the highest level of UFC 200 but what could Daniel Cormier do? He was the loser on a darknes when he was actually a winner and nothing of it making such a sense. His headline fighting against Jon Jones blew up on Wednesday night when his rival are positive for a banned substance. Instead of walking out on his bos Cormier abode a last-second fight against one of the great UFC champions, Anderson Silva, for half the money he was going to make.
And now they were booing him? For saving the occasion? For acquiring? Daniel Cormier should have been the hero of the night. Instead he was everybodys bad guy.
What value is there in doing the right thing? Cormier possibly should have left UFC 200 s lineup the moment the organizations chairperson Dana White told him about Joness flunked experiment. But doing so would have damaged the card in the UFCs signature event. Cormier didnt want to do that, so he tell the UFC lodged him with Silva and took everybodys wrath.
None of this was easy to do. Cormier had wasted months preparing to fight Jones, a man he despises and in an instant that work was ruined. The deal with Silva wasnt finalise until Thursday night, leaving him hours to prepare before Fridays weigh-in. Then Saturday he trod into the happening he saved and went booed.
The fans in Las Vegass brand new arena apparently wanted a battle with running fists and shaking legs, exclusively Cormier doesnt do flying fists and shaking legs. Hes a wrestler, an Olympian. His best weapon is fighting. And so on Saturday night, against a ace “hes never” campaign, weighing 10 pounds little, he did the smart stuff. He fought. The more he fought the more the arena filled with boos.
I cant actually pay attention to that anymore, he said late Saturday night, after he watched Silvas tutors carrying the onetime middleweight champion around the ring on their shoulders as if it was Silva who had acquired. Beings dont understand developments in the situation I had this week.
By agreeing to fight Silva, Cormier was in terrifying outlook. He was taking on a great endorse who is immensely favourite and likewise someone who has not officially won a UFC fight in four years, who is two months removed from gallbladder surgery and hasnt qualified since. Silva, he knew, would fight with nature. That pushing would induce love who longed for the purposes of an disturbance and it would become Cormier a rascal. He couldnt prevail, even when he did.
Silva never had a hope of succes in the octagon. Cormier essentially drew him off his paws, pinned him to the mat and sat on him for three rounds while repeatedly piercing him about the pate. The love did not enjoy accompanying their hero plowed this poorly even if it was the right tactic for Cormier to employ. They possibly didnt know that Joness positive test pushed UFC officials to cut Cormiers pay for the fight from$ 1m to $500,000. This while knowing that another former champ, Brock Lesnar, was get $2.5 m despite not having pushed in the UFC for five years.
None of this was fair. Cormier knew it wasnt fair. But what could he say? He had to fight the fight he had been given and accept the money that was offered. He had run fighters in from all over the world to assistance him prepare for Jones, he was still over weight, well into his exercising plan to cut an extra few pounds before Fridays weigh-in. He didnt have a proper plan for Silva. He is a man of habits and procedure. He hates disturbances to his number.
I went out there and fought, there are a lot of people who wouldnt do that, he said. The probability versus the reinforce was not in my advantage, honestly.
The reward was watching the man he drummed soundly being treated like the win. Silva himself knew he was likely strolling into a overcome but he said he wanted to challenge himself, which is why he called the UFC and asked to supersede Jones despite his lack of planning. He said his children told him he was crazy for taking the fight.
Silva seemed to feed off the wail army and the excitement of standing in the octagon, which was the last target he would have imagined being exactly three days before. He aimed a few kickings at his adversary but it was fruitless; Cormier easily took him down.
Stand them up! the devotees chanted at the referee. He did so once, to a huge shriek, before Cormier pulled Silva back to the canvas and flopped on top of him. Down came the boo. And it didnt seem fair.
Why boo the one man who saved the day?
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