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"After the Love Is Gone" by Earth, Wind and Fire plays on the radio as Diaz talks about his frustrations. He points to the green sofa that rests underneath photographs of him and his girlfriend. "The couch gets the shit beat out of it because I can't break anything anymore," he says. "My couch is scared right now. It knows as soon as you leave, it's getting its ass beat. I don't even have a punching bag anymore."
He opens a laptop computer and clicks on a file titled "Your [sic] Fucked." The screen fills with a series of invoices that, he says, shows various amounts of money for which TapouT owes him a percentage.
The dollar amounts for shirt orders fill one row: $16,000; $28,000; $33,000; $101,000. The numbers continue to scroll down the screen. It's all money he has yet to collect a commission on, Diaz says.
The names of famous fighters fill another row: Chuck Liddell, Keith Jardine, Rampage Jackson.
Peaches jumps to Diaz's other shoulder, leaving a little white feather stuck to the back of his neck. With a look of bewilderment in one eye and a raging glare in the other, Diaz lifts an open hand near the computer screen. He shakes his head in disgust.
"Imagine being me, bro."
 Diaz only put the man "on his ass" once, not three times.
 The name of the school was originally misreported.
This article appeared in print as "Tapped OuT: Daniel Diaz used to spill blood. Now he spills beans on the legendary MMA label."