“Anderson, think it through. There’s still a couple
months left before they lock that cage behind me
and you. Last time, they raised your hand, but it
was plain to see. I took a lot more outta you than
you took outta me. I broke the mirror and I blew
away the smoke. It was me who tapped, but it
was you who broke. So, Anderson … my friend,
think it through. Who ya gonna send?
Frankenstein Nogueira or your lap dog Ed Soares
with a couple of rusty pistols and a beat up Ford
Taurus? If they shoot like you fight, all they’re
gonna do is bore us with your overrated standup
and your takedown defense that’s porous. Karate
boy Machida, will he show up with some fresh
warm peepee in a Starbucks cup? Wanderlei,
Vitor, Babalu himself, I’ll give ‘em all beatings and
put ‘em back on the shelf. Come on trains,
planes, or bikes, but here’s a little advice don’t
send no one you like, cause you come to my
home running your mouth you’re gonna be shakin’
hands with Jesus or the man further South. So
get in the gym and work on your sprawl. I just
talked to Uncle Dana and it’s winner take all. I’m
gonna leave you with some string and a whole
buncha welts. You’re gonna need it keep your
pants up, Anderson, cause I’m taking your belt!”