"I finally did hit him and I hit him again and again. But, it was only peripheral off to the sides as I strike him.. I couldn’t draw myself to just ball up the fist and do a hammer strike dead center to the face, I couldn’t do that...He’s looking over to his dad, who’s outside the octagon wall. What was going through Royce’s mind was, “I’m hanging in there dad, but if you were to throw that towel in I wouldn’t hold it against you.” I go from Royce’s eyes and I look over at the old man on the outside the cage wall and the old man’s eyes look right at me and he’s got the towel in his hands. He brings the towel up to his hands, crosses his arms, shakes his head no, and I’m thinking to myself, “You old bastard. You would let me kill your kid out here for Gracie Jui-Jitsu wouldn’t you?” Royce, he was my first loss ever. Sure I tapped that night, but did I tap because someone beat me or did I tap because I was unwilling to do what I had to do to another human being? I know what went down"
