I've had heroes crushed to dust, and I may have been more pissed somewhere, but in mma, and just overall, I think the most pissed I've ever been was watching the path and history of Igor Vovchanchyn losing to Coleman in that Heavyweight Grand Prix, after Coleman gets a by and fought nobody. I've lost Superbowls following a whole season of effort and not been that pissed. Aside from the real horror that we all deal with in real life, this wasn't a Greek Tragedy, it was the most fearsome real thing contained in a main proving his shit all over the world in five or six one-man 3 fight one night tournaments, no size or weight, 5'9 or so, all over the world, when no one had fucking tapes to look up opponents. Sure, we have the "elite" and refined these days who can do it all.
But, imagine doing that in the day. You know what you're up against now, you can look it up and study it. Tournaments being the thing, the only recognition at that time was beating everyone to be the winner of one single fight night, Massive champs against one another. And then .... THOSE GUYS fight the next THOSE GUYs, til there's one guy..
Granted, "Well, the martial arts have changed and refined and now these art the GOAT - Every time there's a win behind some momentum. Blah blah blah blah blah.
Things will never be as exciting as this period when this new thing was coming on the scene, most of those guys fought for nothing, under changing circumstance and almost no one you knew would even be watching to see if you get killed by Tank Abbott.
If you watch that whole Grand Prix, Vov vs Coleman, I still want to puke. I've adjusted to a life, but I'll never get over that sequence of bullshit. And for a guy who carried refridgerators up stairs for old women, and who was not the fight template for Fedor, but were friends, and Igor will always be tied or one nudge above Wand. As much as i would like to know, I'm glad they never fought, though it was scheduled a few times. One of the few fights I never wanted to see.