How do you rank the fighters?

I'm number 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.

And maybe John and Mighty Mouse is 10.

That's what I feel.

Me and Jesus are cool.

I'm cool with all the gods.

Gods recognize gods.

March 5th, I will behead Rafael Dos Santos.

I will drag his head through the streets of Rio de Janeiro, through a parade of people, I'd imagine.

It will become a national holiday also, I would imagine.

It brings the name of Brazil down.

So I will bring the name of Brazil back up once again.

Viva la Brasilia!

I believe I will dust Rafael inside one minute.

He is a slower, sloppier version of Aldo.

He is like a bum version of Aldo.

I believe in absolutely everything.

I believe inside one minute I will dust him,

I will exit the contest fresh, I will cash the check,

I will sign the next contract for UFC 200, the brand new MGM, and we'll go again.

2015 was my year.

2016 is also my year.

Every year is my fucking year.

And Connor, did you change your approach once it got named Nate for your fight?

The only approach I changed is I dug the grave a little bit wider, a little bit longer for Nate's skinny, fat, long body.

That's the only difference I made.

If he's still conscious when he hits the mat,

I will crush his hips and pass his guard and mount him and strangle him.

I'll strangle him like a boa constrictor wrapped around his long frame.

A boa constrictor wrapping around a gazelle.

Be grateful for this opportunity that I am giving him.

You should be thankful too, you got a bigger check now than fighting Dos Anjos.

Don't talk about money, you're broke.

I could easily switch you up now and put you back on that 20 and 20 if you want.

But all I want is a thank you, or even a little dance.

You're welcome.

Even a little dance. Dance for me, Nate.

Dance for me.

And don't look me in the eye when you dance.

I'm a lion in there and I'm going to eat you alive.

Your little gazelle friends are going to be staring through the cage looking at you, your carcass getting eaten alive.

And all they're going to do is say we're never going to cross this river again.

Who do you train with?

I'd slap the head off your whole team one by one.

You and your big brother.

Fuck the Diaz brothers, yeah?

Fuck those cockroaches.

Like I said, fuck Team Diaz.

And if you're down with Team Diaz then fuck you too.

Here he is.

Here he is.

Sorry I'm late, I just don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck what Eddie says.

Who gives a fuck?

The Irish are back.

We've taken back control of New York City.

I run New York City.

I'm a fucking pimp.

Rocking Gucci mink.

And without me, this whole fucking ship sinks.

Suck these big Irish balls.

Ay, ay, ay.

Big Irish balls.

Ay, ay.

If you don't apologize then I'm going to make them beg.

I'm going to give you a chance to apologize.

You apologize to me.

These big Irish balls all in your face.

Up to well to wait and try and get a third belt if you could.

All the belts.

I'm going to hit him.

He's going to fall.

Maybe if his toughness holds up he'll survive.

But then his face will begin to be rearranged.

So that's what I predict.

Be careful.

Be careful.

I have nothing against Edward.

Oh, whoa.

Oh, whoa.

What you going to do?

Oh, whoa.

You going to do something over there?

Be careful.

Shut your fucking mouth.

I run New York.

I run this whole shit.

And Mystic Mac predicts I'm going to KO you inside one round.

Everyone in the game wants this fight.

This is the lottery fight.

This man took it on his last contract.

Imagine that.

Imagine getting the biggest fight in the history of the game and saying, shut your mouth, kid.

You're getting paid, but you got your last fight.

And you're lucky you're even getting that.

Yes, sir.

And sign it.

I was going to negotiate the money.

Because this guy's easy.

It's easy money.

Easy money.

Easy.

Up until this fight.

I'm going to wrap one on one shoulder.

I'm going to wrap the other on the other shoulder.

I'm going to need a fucking army to come take them belts off me.

What did you think about it?

Take them stupid ass glasses off.

Yeah.

Make me.

Make me.

Make me.

Make me.

Make me.

Make me.

Make me.

Just another broke bum trying to sell some shit.

That's it.

He's broke and he's desperate.

And he's trying to make it like, McGregor's this.

McGregor's that.

We've heard it all before.

He's just another broke bum that can't afford to pay his fucking bills.

The only weakness we've seen in your arsenal was your wrestling against Chad Mendes.

How did that one go?

How did that fight go again?

That's the only weakness we've seen.

That's the only weakness we've seen in your career.

Last time I checked, he was unconscious.

What are you talking about?

He's going to be shooting for his life.

But it's a long 25 minutes in there.

I can hit you from anywhere.

And that's what's going to happen to him.

He's going to be shooting, panicking.

I'm going to be hitting him from everywhere.

Sooner or later, he's going to fall.

One of those elbows, one of those shots are going to dig into that soft, sweet spot into the temple.

And that's all she wrote.

Two-way world champion.

UFC history.

New York.

The Irish are back.

Right here.

Right here.

The hardest-hitting 145-pounder.

The real hardest-hitting 145-er right here.

This guy TKO's people.

When I knock people out, they don't fucking move.

Who the fuck is that guy?

Who the fuck is that?

You know damn well who I am.

Who the fuck is that?

That's his question.

Why the fuck you up there talking shit?

Say it like it is.

You're blessed.

You're blessed that I chose you.

You're blessed that I chose to whoop your ass next.

Say it like it fucking is.

You were the easiest opponent that made the most money.

That's the truth.

Come prove it.

You were my easiest opponent that made the most money.

Come prove it.

That's why you were picked.

I could buy and sell your whole fucking town.

I could buy and sell your whole bum town.

Mate, you're 40.

Get that fucking phone out of your hand like a fucking kid.

A 40-year-old man.

What the fuck?

He was wearing high heels yesterday.

Check the face-off picture from yesterday and check it from the day before.

Proper fucking high heels that bitch was wearing.

You should have wore them on the first fucking day, you stupid, baldy twat.

What's your best man housing?

You little fucking weasel.

If there's ever a man that looks like a weasel, that's fucking it.

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do?

You gonna stand up and do something?

You sit down and shut your fucking mouth.

What's with these two juice heads you got?

What the fuck was that yesterday?

He jumped up and he shouted,

Voltron, Power Rangers, and these fucking juice heads come walking, standing before me.

Mate, 40 years of age.

Get your fucking shit together, my God.

You juice head turkey, and you juice head turkey.

Look where you're standing now.

Look where you're standing now, you two fucking bitches.

You do fuck all.

Juice head monkey, juice head monkey.

You are a fucking bitch.

Bitch with none but bitches on his payroll.

No wonder you're going fucking broke.

I'm just stanching around my boxing ring.

This is my boxing ring.

I am boxing.

Do some slap head.

Do a little slap head.

Boom.

I'm so happy you took that hat off,

I gotta say.

What the fuck were you hiding under that thing?

That little fucking peanut head.

Let's get it straight.

The bullshit is now over.

Six weeks, I'm gonna sleep this fool.

And when I sleep him,

I'm gonna belt his head off the canvas as well.

But just know I'm ready to slap the head off you.

I know that.

Good girl.

Good bitch.

Smash me, mate.

Smash me.

Yeah, smash me.

I can smash you.

You say send location.

Here it is right here in front of you.

I'm right in front of you.

Here's my location, you little fool.

Right in front of you.

Do something about it.

Do something about it.

Yeah, you'll do nothing.

Did you not see me outside the bus now?

Did you not see me right in front of you outside the fucking bus?

I showed you my hands.

No weapons.

The first thing I did when I showed up at that bus,

I showed my hands.

To let it know I come here unarmed.

No weapons.

You talk the big game, now I'm here.

He done fucking nothing.

He sat and took a shit on that bus.

He didn't cower behind fucking women.

And caused what happened to happen.

So that's fucking that.

Happy birthday to you in the bus.

I don't drink.

Why don't you drink?

I don't drink.

Why don't you drink?

I never drink.

I'll tell you something.

Bus is a party.

I never drink.

You mad backwards cunt.

You're dead when I get my hands on you.

You hear me?

I never drink.

You're fucking dead.

I never drink this shit.

It's going to be a long night.

Yes.

Oh, Lord.

Save me that night.

We're going to fight.

We're going to fight 6 October.

Sit.