I haven't followed UFC since around the time Weidman was the champion tbh. I just lost interest in the marketing machine that it turned into. But, after he defeated Silva, I thought he could be one of the greats. He had the wrestling, the striking, the movement. But there's something about that kind of break you just don't recover from psychologically. Can you imagine looking down at your leg that's been turned into a nunchuck, and thinking why did I choose this career path?