The bell rang, Woodley hopped up and down for a beat, faked a Superman punch then burst forward with frightening speed and absolutely nailed Jay Hieron with a punch that echoed throughout the Mandalay Bay arena. A few seconds later, with strikes that left Hieron stiff with arms in the air, Woodley would walk away from the UFC 1-0 with his mother screaming her head off (wherever she was) and with the wrestling blanket moniker shed. Effing shed.
Tyron Woodley has let everyone know he’s in the UFC in a big way. He’s been saying for years that he’s a top contender and that certain UFC fighters can’t even make eye contact with him. Now there isn’t that wide-open gap between two separate promotions to buffer their existence. Woodley. Woodley is coming. Let’s have a Marquardt rematch, Tarec Saffiediene matchup, or whatever. Welterweight is ridiculously deep.
The Strikeforce invasion is now 3-0 with Isaac Vallie-Flag defeating Yves Edwards by split-decision, Bobby Green taking down Jacob Volkmann by RNC, and T-Wood knocking out Jay Hieron. We count Overeem AND Bigfoot as part of team Strikeforce.
