#ufc168

People learn to tap quickly after you’ve destroyed one of their arms before. After my second fight with Miesha, there were people who thought she challenged me in that fight, because it went into the third round. But I had dragged that fight out intentionally, wanting to punish Miesha for as long as I possibly could. When I had thoroughly defeated her, when I had crushed her all the way down to the bottom of her soul, then I went for the armbar. Miesha was beat and exhausted. I had never felt better in my life. After all that had gone down between us, after all the shit she instigated on TUF, Miesha got to her feet and extended her hand. I viewed her gesture as merely an effort to save face in front of the crowd. Taking her hand before receiving an apology for everything she had done would disrespect everyone I cared about whom she had wronged. I stared at her blue glove for a second. My handshake is more than just for show, I thought. It was not an issue of sportsmanship. It was an issue of principle. I turned away, relishing the win. As boos rained down, I walked toward the only thing that mattered: the embrace of my family.