Filed under: Strikeforce
Things were going so well for Cung Le. He wasn’t just beating Scott Smith; he was dominating him. He was hitting him with everything he could think of — spinning backfists, rapid punch combos, the kind of flashy kicks that normally only work in action movies — and he was doing it all in front of his hometown fans in San Jose.
There didn’t seem to be any way he could possibly lose.
Then he got hit with one good punch, which opened the door for several more good punches. The next thing he knew he was sitting upright against the fence, his nose flattened in a sickening posture against his face while a cageside doctor aimed a light in his eyes and tried to figure out whether his brain was still in proper working condition.