Jon 'Bones' Jones: the MMA GOAT who made us believe in perfection and shattered every record!
you remember that night in sydney back in 2011 when jones stepped into the octagon for his light heavyweight debut against that poor bloke daniel rua? absolute slaughterhouse. i was sitting there with my brother, pints in hand, screaming at the telly like it was a football grand final. ten minutes later we were both deaf in one ear and the other guy’s face looked like it’d been through a car crusher. that flying knee still gives me chills — ruas jaw just about fell off. and then the ref stops it before jones even had to follow up, like the fight was already over in god’s eyes. they say time flies but watching that tape again last week felt like yesterday. still the gold standard for debut knockouts, hands down. bones just walked in like he owned the division from day one. absolute legend. 😄
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
That freezing winter night in Bristol I had my mate’s missus screaming at me to turn the volume down 😂 meanwhile she’s wincing every time Rua hits the deck but Bones just… sculpted him, didn’t even break a sweat… I remember jumping off the sofa straight into the stairs cos my knees buckled! still hear that crack on the replay like it’s slapping me in the face now 🤯
On the terraces since I was a kid.
remember when my nan called up mid-fight asking if i was alright because she heard all the shouting down the phone line. hadn’t even noticed the landline was off the hook while i was leaping about like a bloody kangaroo on speed. bones didn’t just break rua’s face that night, he broke every silence in the whole neighbourhood—walls, windows, even the cat next door looked traumatised for a week.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
man i still cant watch that knee without nearly spilling my 0.5 pint cos my knees lock up just watching it then my mate nicks my crisps while im trying to act casual 😂 like i wasnt the one screaming into my screen at 3am making the postman think im being murdered then he turns up next morning to find me face-down on the couch in my pants with a lucozade and the dvr still spinning