Demetrious Johnson is an enigma to opponents and fans alike. Inside the Octagon, he is the Swiss army knife of fighters, stumping opponents with quintessential abilities. But on the outside, he is the face of culpability surrounding an oft-ignored flyweight division.
Striking, wrestling, submissions, clinch work, chin, conditioning—Johnson has it all. The guy can do it all, and he’s only getting better. He has finished four of his last five opponents by submission or knockout.
And no one gives a damn.
I can remember sitting in a restaurant watching as Johnson wrenched Chris Cariaso’s arm into submission when a drunken fan behind me shouted, “I hate watching Mickey Mouse’s boring fights.