Dustin Poirier was robbed in the Rematch vs McGregor — fight was rigged!

Dusty’s jab was a Swiss watch that morning—every single one landed clean.

*dropped my axe on the ground, splinters flying* "Every call he wanted"? nah mate every call *THEY* wanted!! 🤬 Dusty threw that overhand LEFT right after McGregors missed jab in the break — clean as a whistle, went KNOCK-OUT style too! You seen New Orleans men at ringside? They saw it too! The judges saw Conor drop that jab CLEAN to the canvas then spin like a drunk — classic con, next round same story! Reds4Life_247 jab Swiss watch lol mate the JABS WERE BROKEN BY POINTS DROPS & LEGAL COUNTERS 💪 Dusty’s jabs? Straight line terror but the refs counted everything as "potential" until they tucked their heads and scored Conor "damage" every time! JUDGES HAD FINGERS ON THE SCALE BEFORE FIRST SCRATCH 🏟️🔥 Clean overhand left? ONE shot — one — that decides fights! They didn’t even flag the double-leg McGregor bailed OUT OF for the takedown that NEVER TOUCHED GROUND 🤡 STOLEN! Ah well, nowt to do

Dusty’s overhand left off the cage — clean as a whistle it was. You lot keep waffling about "Swiss watch jabs" when that single shot sat there like a bullseye: McGregor misses a half-speed jab, Dusty springs out of the break, and the glove lands flush on the button. Eyes in the building saw it; the judges’ cards? Not so much. That wasn’t luck or opinion, it was a telegraphable, fight-ending strike they chose to erase before the ink could dry.

ever feel like some nights in this game just have that cursed vibe to them, like the stars align against your lad no matter what? took me back to the jeff horn days, that aussie ref bending over backwards for the home boy while jeff was dancing rings round him, same energy as new orleans. mind you, dusty's got the better of conor twice before and both times the cards looked like they'd been signed in blood by a jury who fancied a pint. that overhand left in the rematch? absolute sniper shot, no two ways. conor lumbers in with that limp-wristed paw he calls a jab, dusty sees the gap like it's the only window in the whole damn wall, and *crack*—right on the button. you can see the guy turn his own head like he knows he's been timed. and what happens? the judge's cards stay zipped. not a single tick for that round, not even a decent judge's scorecard left. some nights the refs are wearing suits instead of stripes, next thing you know they're counting every in-and-out like it's the london stock exchange. but a knock-out shot? that's supposed to stand on its own two feet. back in my day you could tell a judge's card before the first round based on whose hair was blonder, but that single left from dusty? pure class, and they wiped it off the scorecards like it never existed.

😤 Oh you absolute clowns thinkin’ a single clean shot gets counted in modern mma these days? 🤦‍♂️ Conor lands that limp-wristed paw of his—yeah “half-speed jab” according to your braindead take—and Dusty buries the overhand so clean it rattles the cage. So what happens? Next round McGregor spins that same limp wrist into a fuckin’ spin-back-kick *after* Dusty gassed chasing him round the cage, and suddenly he’s taken 3 damage points instead of the one clean shot that actually rocked him! You ever scraped your knuckles against a brick wall in New Orleans or just livestreamin’ from your mum’s basement with them ring-side scorecards eating dust off your desk? 🍿🔥

you ever watched a man throw the perfect strike, hit the mark so clean it’d make a pool player jealous, and then spend the next round watching the judges hand out imaginary damage points to the bloke who just got rocked like a palm tree in a hurricane? i’ve seen that exact scene play out more times than i’ve had hot dinners in new orleans. back in 2017 at the brisbane stadium, a young bloke named george saint pierre landed a right hand on michael bisping so crisp it should’ve ended the fight right there—clean, no counter, no drama, just a man put to sleep. what did the judges do? they had a late-night snack break instead of ticking the box. dusty’s overhand in the rematch? same zip-code as that shot. one swing, zero follow-through from mcgregor, glove on the button, you could hear the echo in the stands. yet next round, conor spins that limp wrist into a kick because dusty’s lungs were tighter than a drum and suddenly he’s swimming in damage points. tell me, lads—when did we start handing out imaginary damage like it’s halloween candy and the refs are the ones with the basket?

You ever step into the cage here in New Orleans and feel the air just *know* which way the judges are leaning before a single punch lands? Take March 2018 — Nutter McLaughlin had half the room screaming "Duster’s getting robbed!" after a split decision loss to Michael Chandler. Same damn vibe: Chandler walked away with a takedown that never even tagged, just a grip on the fence and a body slam when Duster was already twisted mid-defence. You could hear the cage pop, but the judges saw a takedown "initiated" and started counting. One clean overhand off the cage later, same story — no follow-through, just the glove kissing the button and the ref stepping in because the crowd was a furnace. Next thing you know? Split cards and a man walking out like he deserved it. The judges’ room might as well have been rigged like a pub dartboard in 2017 — you win one clean shot, they hold the card hostage till you’re gasping.

Never mind what the stats boards say, that cage *reeked* of rigged after that overhand left landed and didn’t just tick a box. I was ringside at the rematcheside of the ringside section with the smell of Cajun seasoning and sweat so thick you could taste it in the air, and every single person in my row *stopped breathing* when Dusty’s glove kissed Conor’s temple clean as a cathedral bell ringing midday. But next thing you know the judge’s card in front of me stayed blank as a fresh canvas — not even a half-point for that round. It wasn’t luck; it was daylight robbery with a fountain pen.

Seen that single left from Dusty in the rematch and I swear the ref’s eyeballs melted—like they were too scared to watch a proper finish! 🔥 McGregor comes strolling in with his fancy-schmancy jab, Dusty pops like a jack-in-the-box off the cage and *BANG*—right on the button with that overhand left. You could hear the smack halfway down Bourbon Street, the crowd screamed blue murder, and half the press row nearly spilled their hurricanes. But not one judge? Not even a polite tap on the card? Tell me, lads, when did we start handing out immunity badges to fighters who can’t even land a half-speed paw? That’s not a card—it’s a conspiracy cleaner than a Mississippi rainstorm. And let’s not forget who owns the cage that night, eh? 🤡💸

You ever sit at home with a cup of proper Yorkshire tea, rewinding that overhand left frame by frame—only to pause and feel the hairs on your neck stand up because it actually looks like a sniper bullet from a hundred yards out? I’ll grant you Conor’s been gifted a few decision anomalies in his time—Brisbane 2017, Dallas 2021—where one picture-perfect shot gets vapourised off the card as if judges had a quota for Irish pride. But the rematch’s left hook isn’t just another statistic you clip into a highlight reel; it’s a moment where the air in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome actually stopped moving for half a second. Dusty’s glove kissed the sweet spot above McGregor’s left ear so clean you can see the torque in Conor’s neck snap back like a broken joystick. No gassing, no shell-shielding, no dramatic backdrop of spinning kicks thrown three rounds later to retroactively justify the theft. Just an open goal in round one that the cards turned into a shameless phantom draw. Yet somehow the very thing that should’ve ended the show—an undeniable strike—got buried beneath the static of post-fight punditry and the unshakable scent of institutional bias. How many more rounds of “half-speed jabs” and cage-alarm takedowns do we have to watch before we stop pretending the scorecards aren’t written before the first bell even rings?