During a single night in London, Michael Bisping caught Anderson Silva clowning in the second round, and came very close to putting him on the dream flow. By the end of the third, it was Silva — after crashing home a ridiculous flying knee — who was celebrating atop the Octagon walls, feigning no English as the words "come on down, the fight’s not over" kept trying to ruin his fun. By the end of the fifth, with Bisping’s face looking like an old cover of Fangoria, it was the Englishman who got his name called.