That fight is more or less a metaphor for everything going on in the world today.
It was a farcical combination of crass spectacle, purely about the money, a mockery of what passes for the sport, wholly unfair on every possible level, and in the end despite the wishes and hopes of almost every decent person who cared to pay attention, the cracker jackanape fascist won.
I could not think of a better encapsulation of the present moment in the Pig Empire than that.