I still can't believe my eyes. My heart sank, I told myself that couldn't be it, that this didn't happen, it was an early stoppage. I was just denying the simple fact that Anderson Silva had just been knocked out and usurped from his thrown. A thrown which he kept for over 6 years and at the age of 38 defended effortlessly for most of his fights. In an instant, it was all over and the UFC had a new middleweight champion - Chris Weidman. It started off slightly nerve wracking, with Weidman getting Silva in trouble with a takedown but then Silva seemed to find his groove, figuring out his range, landing precision strikes at greater speed than his opponent. Then he started having fun, dropping his hands, being careless, disrespecting Weidman's skills as he has done before with previous opponents. Then, in the second round, after outclassing Weidman, his lack of respect caught up to him. After feigning injury and dropping his hands after Weidman landed a blow, Silva caught a left on the chin and went down, along with an era. After the fight Silva lamented how he was tired of defending, tired of being champion and would fight for the belt no more. I had to stop thinking perhaps he *wanted* Weidman to win and maybe even let him so I promptly took off my tinfoil hat and let the moment play out in my head once more, allowing me to come to the realization that even the greats fall. Sidenote: Since Weidman is not the P4P best in the world and we have a new champion, the MW division just got a whole lot more interesting.