The judges got it right. 115-111, 116-110, 116-110. Mikaelian deserved every bit of that margin.
This wasn’t a close chess battle. It was a younger, fresher fighter steadily taking over while an older one tried to survive.
Mikaelian took him apart round by round
From about round seven onward, Mikaelian was in charge. He controlled the pace. He controlled the ring. He controlled where the fight was fought.
Jack had moments early. A jab here. A counter there. But Mikaelian kept coming back with more work, more movement, and far 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 was forcing Jack onto the back foot, landing the cleaner shots, and making Jack react instead of lead. Jack wasn’t setting traps. He was hoping for interruptions.
That’s domination in real terms. Not flash. Not knockdowns. Just control.
This felt like a career on empty
Jack is 41, and the fight told that story clearly. The timing is gone. The urgency is gone. The ability to take over late rounds is gone.
When Mikaelian stepped it up, Jack had no second gear. No way to flip momentum. No authority left to impose himself.
Afterwards, Jack sounded like a fighter who knows exactly where he is.
“I don’t feel great. We’ll see. I had a great career, but we’ll see what’s next.”
That’s not a man itching for a third fight. That’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’s the better fighter at this stage. A trilogy doesn’t add value. It adds damage.
Jack’s career deserves respect. Multiple divisions. Real belts. Real wins. That praise is earned.
The fight itself was a snooze fest. Mikaelian dominated. Jack faded.
The smart move now is simple.
Walk away while the résumé still means more than the last fight.
