Hate is such a strong word. Demetrious Johnson would never go there.
So let’s just say he and John Dodson are polar opposites, like oil and water. Their lives and their personalities run in different directions. Johnson would prefer to cross the street than meet Dodson on the sidewalk.
Get along? “We don’t,” Johnson says.
It’s nothing personal, other than a clash of characters inside and outside the Octagon. Johnson is a no-nonsense guy, all business; Dodson is as much entertainer as fighter, smiling and waving, boasting without shame and undeniably charismatic.
Johnson doesn’t talk much game; Dodson talks enough for two.