The virtuoso versus the technician. In the cage, Chael was on the grinding side of that equation, but on the mic he is the Anderson Silva of verbal warfare. Matrix moves shouldn’t work in the Octagon but somehow they did for Silva, just like Chael’s reality warping seems so real when he’s talking. Luke takes a Weidman-esque approach, chipping away at the distance created by exaggerations and allegations. The philosopher eviscerates every grandiose claim and stands in the wreckage holding a grain of truth.
Woah. That went somewhere. Take care of yourself and I’ll talk to you next week.