His opponent called him weird. This was in interviews and pressers leading up to the fight. That particular language was reprinted often and everywhere about the young Sage Northcutt, body like a superhero doll, manufactured-looking, his smile as white and wide as a strip of coconut meat.
"It's rare that I find someone who I don't like…" said his opponent, Zak Ottow, the older and more experienced cage fighter, a grizzled Midwesterner and former bartender. "[But Northcutt] seems weird to me. His interviews are weird. I won't mind punching him in the face, at all."
A few days later, the opposite happened. Northcutt beat the tar out of Ottow with hammer fists to the head, eventually hovering like a dark cloud above the splayed-out Ottow. The older opponent held to Northcutt's left ankle like a man clinging to the outside edge of a boat, the stormy waters of unconsciousness tossing him from side to side as Northcutt leaned over and thrashed him repeatedly.
The fight was called....
Source: Who Does UFC Fighter Sage Northcutt Think He Is?
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