I have never fought an opponent that I hated or even disliked. Everyone that stepped into the ring or cage to fight me only gained my respect and even care. I viewed each of them as brave, reliable men who others could count on when they were outside the arena and in the real world. Even as we fought I looked up to them. They all were men that I would want beside me in real war. I admired them.
I always held my opponents in high esteem as my equals cut from the same cloth as me. Even though we were against each other that day, my opponent still was the closet person to being like me in the whole building. He did the things I did. He ate the things I ate. He trained the ways I trained. He dreamed the dreams I dreamt. He even wanted the success I wanted. And most importantly, he was brave enough to stand and fight me. I could only honor them at all times whether in private or public. And I did. Especially in public.
I displayed heightened respect for each of my opponents directly in the ring and cage immediately after winning with restraint. Regardless of how exciting or devastating my win was against my opponent, I never celebrated, paraded proudly around the arena or even compromised my composure. I maintained my calm and checked on my fellow warrior instead of using my earned moment to further embarrass him and stroke my ego.
The true warrior develops a level of understanding that allows him to honor and admire his enemies even while at war on the battlefield with them. -Jermaine Andre'
And THIS, ...is a "way" of the "Warrior's Edge"