Brock Lesnar's appearance in the UFC left no room for fence
sitters. UFC fans either embraced the former WWE champion,
enjoying his over-the-top persona and oversized corn-fed biceps,
or they rejected him outright because of his time spent faking
it in front of the whole world.  There was no middle ground as
Lesnar lassoed Heath Herring like he was a bucking bronco or
yelled at Frank Mir and let the UFC's biggest sponsor have it
with both barrels. You either loved Lesnar or hated him.  In the
case of UFC champions, fans usually have a baseline level of
respect. There are very few Lesnars, because the guys who make
it to the top don't catapult there from out of nowhere like
Brock. One exception I remember vividly is welterweight champion
Matt Serra, who played up the brash New Yorker part of his
personality to the hilt before his UFC 83 showdown with Georges
St-Pierre.  St-Pierre was beloved in his hometown of Montreal
where the fight took place, so when Serra took the cage after
months insulting the local her