King Mo, No. 5: A Brief Return To A Far-Away Kingdom

At Strikeforce: Houston, King Mo took a devastating knee to the chin from Feijão. While the rest of us watched him desperately cling to Feijão's leg, in truth, his consciousness retreated to his personal kingdom, one in which "King Mo" is more than a nickname. He sat at his throne in front of a chess board; he moved to capture his opponent's Bishop, but then paused, hand suspended over the board. The window offered a spectacular view of his kingdom. It was his domain, everything out until the clouds aborted the horizon; for that matter, the clouds were his property as well... clouds? There weren't supposed to be clouds! Lightning struck, and the next thing he saw was Feijão's shoulder blade swimming through the skin of his back as his arm was raised by the referee. He was no longer in his kingdom. It was evening in America, and King Mo had missed dinner.