Somebody inform me when heavyweight boxing changed into a Saturday night time pub scrap with judges. Brandon Moore vs. Skylar Lacy wasn’t a battle—it was pure embarrassment, a comedy act so ridiculous, even the referee in all probability needed to stroll out.
Let’s begin with Moore (17-1), the person who technically gained. I say “gained,” however let’s be actual—he acquired ragdolled, bear-hugged, and yeeted out of the ring like somebody getting chucked from a nightclub. The bloke regarded like he was ready for an actual battle to interrupt out, however nope, all he acquired was an overenthusiastic cuddle session with a person who clearly had no concept what sport he was competing in.
After which we’ve acquired Lacy (8-1-2). Oh, Lacy. A person so decided to make this battle unwatchable that he racked up three separate holding violations—which, actually, is spectacular. Three. You’ve acquired to attempt to be that unhealthy at boxing. Perhaps he thought the ref was simply giving pleasant warnings. Perhaps he thought it was a best-of-five. Both manner, he simply stored grappling like a misplaced MMA fighter.
And simply once you thought it couldn’t worsen, he goes full WWE, picks Moore up, and launches him by way of the ropes into the announcers’ desk. I imply, mate, for those who needed to battle outdoors the ring, simply go have a punch-up within the automotive park like regular folks.
The ref, bless his persistence, begins counting. Will get to fifteen earlier than realizing Moore isn’t getting up as a result of Lacy remains to be mendacity on prime of him like a collapsed wardrobe. So, with zero higher choices, he does what any sane man would do—disqualifies Lacy for being an absolute muppet.
Moore wins, if you wish to name it that. Boxing loses. The game’s dignity packed its baggage and left the constructing the second Lacy changed into a human battering ram.
So, what can we reckon? Subsequent time, can we simply hand them folding chairs and name it what it’s?
