The judges got it right. 115-111, 116-110, 116-110. Mikaelian earned every bit of that margin.
It was not a close chess match. It was a younger, fresher fighter who gradually took over while an older one tried to survive.
Mikaelian took him apart round by round
Mikaelian was in charge from about seven onwards. He controlled the pace. He controlled the ring. He controlled where the battle was fought.
Jack had moments early on. A piece here. A counter there. But Mikaelian kept coming back with more work, more movement and much better conditioning. He targeted the body relentlessly, and you could see the effect. Jack’s output dropped. His feet slowed. The clinches came more often.
By rounds nine through eleven, Mikaelian looked like the only fighter with ideas left. He forced Jack on the back foot, landed the cleaner shots and made Jack react instead of lead. Jack didn’t set traps. He hoped for interruptions.
This is dominance in real terms. Not flash. Not knocking off. Just control.
It felt like a career on empty
Jack is 41, and the fight clearly told that story. The timing is gone. The urgency is gone. The ability to take over late laps is gone.
When Mikaelian walked up it, Jack had no second gear. No way to reverse momentum. No authority left to enforce itself.
Afterwards, Jack sounded like a warrior who knew exactly where he was.
“I don’t feel great. We’ll see. I’ve had a great career, but we’ll see what’s next.”
This is not a man itching for a third fight. It’s a man staring at the end.
A trilogy would be pointless
There is no reason for a third fight. Mikaelian has already shown he is the better fighter at this stage. A trilogy does not add value. It adds damage.
Jack’s career deserves respect. Multiple sections. Real belts. Real win. That praise is deserved.
The fight itself was a snooze fest. Mikaelian dominated. Jack faded.
The smart move is now simple.
Walk away while the resume means even more than the last fight.
