Finishing one question during his post-fight news conference, he turned to a reporter for help.

“I don’t even have a ticket to go watch the [main-event] fight because it’s sold out, I believe,” he joked. “So if you have a ticket, hook me up.”

In attendance for the main event, besides Jones’ distinguished NFL brothers Arthur and Chandler, were former Ravens linebacker Ray Lewis and current Ravens wide receiver Torrey Smith.

Jones announced his arrival to the night with his own “Squirrel” dance. To a chorus of rapper Jadakiss’ “The Champ is Here,” Jones strolled out to the Octagon. He embraced his brothers, then crawled the steps to the ring on all fours, like a wolf stalking his prey.

When the fight began, Teixeira swung and swung with hopeful haymakers. Jones bobbed and weaved. He is bigger than the Brazilian, but there seemed less of him to hit.

Over the match, there was little to stop him. Jones caught a high kick and threw Teixeira to the ground. He delivered a spinning leg kick.  After absorbing a good combination from Teixeira, he responded with three elbows to the face, each more cutting than the last.

By the fourth round, Teixeira’s mug was a bloody mess. At the end of the five-minute period, Jones lunged for Teixeira’s legs. He tossed him to the canvas, then swung at him with a left, then a right, then a left, then a right, the force almost metronomic.

In the fifth, Jones knocked the mouth guard out of Teixeira’s mouth. Fans booed as the referee halted play for a new one.

A knockout was not necessary to win — not for Jones, anyway — and so as the clock ticked down, Jones enjoyed himself. He tried another spinning leg kick. He teased Teixeira, engaging him and then releasing as he pranced around the canvas. When he knew the end to be near, he backpedaled, holding his hands to the sky, knowing what had again become apparent: He had won. Again.