As fans, I think we all get that little inkling in our brains like "hmmm I wonder how good I could have done if I dedicated my life to fighting?" A lot of us played sports and some of us may even have some decent athletic ability.
Personally, I see myself making it to a UFC title fight but suddenly being overcome by my conscience and I start speaking out against Dana White and the UFC as being a scumbag organization that exploits the fighters, and Dana finds a way to fire me from the UFC, screwing me out of the title shot, and I go to Bellator (I'm probably 16-0 or so at this point, all first round KOs).
I dominate the Bellator HW division, win the title and become known as the People's Champ, and suddenly any UFC HW title fight does 63 PPV buys because people recognize me as the REAL HW champ of the world, and UFC as a farce.
Finally Dana and WME panic and fly me out for a meeting. He offers me 50 million to fight Francis Ngannou for the title and restore prestige to the UFC HW division. I sign the contract and they're all happy and celebrating, popping champagne, but suddenly Dana looks at the signature and it's not my name, instead I wrote "FUCK YOU BALD F-GGOT" and his jaw drops. I spit in his face and say "I don't need your blood money, scumbag" and walk out. Then I start a podcast and make millions because I don't try to sell people shitty placebos and try to sound smart by regurgitating science articles I read.
Personally, I see myself making it to a UFC title fight but suddenly being overcome by my conscience and I start speaking out against Dana White and the UFC as being a scumbag organization that exploits the fighters, and Dana finds a way to fire me from the UFC, screwing me out of the title shot, and I go to Bellator (I'm probably 16-0 or so at this point, all first round KOs).
I dominate the Bellator HW division, win the title and become known as the People's Champ, and suddenly any UFC HW title fight does 63 PPV buys because people recognize me as the REAL HW champ of the world, and UFC as a farce.
Finally Dana and WME panic and fly me out for a meeting. He offers me 50 million to fight Francis Ngannou for the title and restore prestige to the UFC HW division. I sign the contract and they're all happy and celebrating, popping champagne, but suddenly Dana looks at the signature and it's not my name, instead I wrote "FUCK YOU BALD F-GGOT" and his jaw drops. I spit in his face and say "I don't need your blood money, scumbag" and walk out. Then I start a podcast and make millions because I don't try to sell people shitty placebos and try to sound smart by regurgitating science articles I read.