UFC’s Jean Silva Suggests Prayers for Controversial Bryce Mitchell, Claims ‘Something’s Wrong With Him’

So, here’s the wild scene from Saturday—Jean Silva, yeah that guy with the oddly fitting nickname “Lord” (honestly, MMA fighters and their monikers, am I right?), is all concerned about Bryce Mitchell. I mean, he’s practically waving a red flag saying, “Hey, can you all just stop a sec and send some thoughts to ‘Thug Nasty’?” This is fresh off their UFC 314 tussle where Mitchell just didn’t seem… well, let’s say he wasn’t your typical sportsman.

Silva, right in the aftermath of this heated slugfest, whispers to the media—okay, maybe not whispers, more like exclaims—something along the lines of Bryce refusing friendly glovetaps. Like, dude was in a whole other headspace before they even stepped into the cage. There’s this conviction in Silva’s voice like he’s just taken on the role of MMA therapist, declaring a mission to bring Bryce down a peg or two—not just for him, but for, like, everybody Bryce might’ve irked with his antics. And let’s be honest, the list is kinda long.

Fast-forward to their fight in Miami at the Kaseya Center—prime fight real estate, mind you—Silva pulls off what might be his shining UFC moment. A ninja choke gets Mitchell to tap like he’s signaling for a timeout he never got. By then, Bryce was already on a dream vacation, voice from the referee too late to the party. Scene fades with Mitchell probably seeing stars, literally.

Now, what gets our attention (or at least mine) post-match is Mitchell’s backstory since that jaw-dropper knockout by Josh Emmett, some time back in ’23. His blend of bravado and bizarre commentary—seriously, he’s dishing out takes like Hitler being “a good guy”? This wasn’t just a leaf from the controversy playbook, he was rewriting it. Kooky claims about Silva being demon-ridden and how some witch maybe, kind of, possibly ruined his garden… by smashing his tomatoes of all things! Can’t make this stuff up.

But let’s not forget Silva’s own narrative arc here—stretching an unbeaten hoard to 13. Notched every victory in the UFC with exclamation points. One would reckon after schooling Mitchell (in what felt more like a soap opera interlude), a nod from the rankings isn’t just deserved, it’s overdue.

Amidst all the chaos, there’s a peculiar serenity during these interviews where fighters spill not just about punches thrown but the whirlwind behind the scenes. It’s human, it’s messy, and maybe, it’s the constant pull that keeps us glued. You come for the masterful jabs and staggering knockouts, but stay for the tales as eccentric as a Picasso in an art gallery full of replicas. Who knew?