Me too. I know you weren't joking; I'm not either. I first wanted Conor's life to be destroyed since 2014 when he disposed of Dustin Poirier and made Dustin wallow in self-pity, taking Dustin's soul and then going to the press conference in style in his "elephant trunk ivory suit", sitting beside an extremely frightened-looking and big-eyed Chris Cariaso who had just lost badly to Mighty Mouse. Chris Cariaso was in an oversized suit and Conor looked majestic and Chris looked like Conor's sad servant, glancing Conor's way whenever Conor would speak about cracking the beautiful soft tissue on the back of Dustin's head, killing who they put in front of him, hearing Conor say " I believe Jose has got to a stage where they are happy with their level, and now it's about maintenance, now it's about showing up at the gym and getting rounds on rounds, miles on miles. And then throughout wars in the gym, wars in the octagon, your body deteriorates. It's not about growth anymore, it is about maintenance. And that is what I feel has happened for Jose. That is why I feel I am different than these people."
The combination of the ivory suit, the arrogance, Chris's sad state sitting next to the soon-to-be giant of the sport, Dustin's sad state, the analogy about Jose, and Conor's disrespect and bully mentality towards all his opponents, I pledged that one day I would see him fall to death figuratively, and become what he spoke about Jose Aldo in the above paragraph, in his own words from September 2014.
For the next three years, for the next 1095 days, I could not sleep well. I had nightmares daily; nightmares about Conor continuing to be a champion and continuing to make his Irish fans become as bloodthirsty and cruel as him. I had nightmares and could not sleep for 1095 days. The thought of Conor being so powerful and polarising that his whole shtick actually made kids aged 5 years old hurl sentences like "I want to see your head taken clean off" to Jose Aldo, made me shudder. Conor was making this whole thing a spectacle, no doubt, but his Irish fans were becoming a mob; engaging in the bloodlust mentality. Soon, my nightmares became terrifying dreams about Conor leading the whole Irish mob towards world domination.
Conor losing to Nate didn't fully cut it for me as his legions could take comfort in the facades/themes of: this was a short-notice fight, Nate weighed 300 pounds, Nate was Homer Simpson (aka using his face to tire out Conor's arms first) etc.
Floyd winning Conor finally did it for me; it ended my daily torment and ended the dark circles under my eyes since 28 September 2014. Floyd absolutely dismantled Conor; he said "If you dish things out, you gotta be able to take it". Conor could not. When he heard Nate say he was on steroids, he cried in a broken voice and reacted badly to it. When Conor dished out his punches to Floyd, Floyd took it. When Floyd dished out his punches to Conor, Conor could not take it. Conor's soul is finally taken by Floyd. I can now sleep well from now onwards. Conor will never be the same anymore. Bullies never prevail. Conor is done. He can dish it but he cannot take it. He became what he proclaimed Jose had become; he became complacent. He will lose his next 2 fights and retire proudly.
