As a fighter going into enemy territory, you dream of silence; of deflecting the crowd energy meant to rattle you back toward them until they fall into stunned stillness. You dream of them standing, mouths agape, at some wizardry they never saw coming. For Anthony Smith, Saturday was a job well done. Smith walked into UFC Stockholm as a sizable underdog, overcame a few rough moments and stopped Alexander Gustafsson in the Swede’s hometown. When Gustafsson tapped to a rear naked choke on Smith’s right arm, the Ericsson Globe deflated. The invader had triumphed, the viking had been slain.