Step into the time machine of the UFC’s video archives with me for a moment.
Set the dial for June of 2006. There’s the 25-year-old kid with the red hair, the face that’s still almost like a blank canvas for artists who work exclusively in the medium of scar tissue, the head that makes such a pleasant target only in part because it doesn’t mind being thumped on.
He’s about to fight the man who will become the greatest middleweight MMA fighter of all time. But it’s OK; he has a plan.