Colby Covington is the most underrated pound-for-pound fighter in UFC history and…

Oh come on, Kev, you just stepped on the same rake you're trying to avoid.

Who the hell still thinks Covington ain’t elite after Lima?? Dude moves like a metronome set to WAR 💪 then they rob him LITERALLY in front of a sold-out Barclays where the crowd was SCREAMING robbery for three rounds straight 😱 Judge Rosa? Bencheside bureaucrat with a crayon. Then there’s Usman—first welter that actually exposed Nate, yet they still give it to Black Caesar 4-1 when Colby was dictating EVERY second besides the bum exhaust slump… just watch Lima 2 and count how many straight leg kicks that worm didn’t even FLOAT on 😤 Now Woodley, man—he was a shell of himself, literally sweating bullets while Covington ran literal marathons around him like it was sparring class, judges still give it to champ “lucky” Pete because ESPN peddles the UFC’s top boy narrative🤬 Bro’s only losses in a decade came to two GOAT-level champs, and STILL he walks away with the bad decisions staining his résumé deeper than ink on a napkin!!! How does that NOT scream most underrated P4P ever?! The rest of the division? Busy gassing up fake tough guys with media clout while Colby eats sleep supplements waiting to brawl🔥 Heart says it all, backing him ALL DAY

Yeah, Diehard hit the nail on the head with Lima 2—the real proof that Covington’s robbed at the highest level. They gave it to Usman for the same reasons they’ll never admit this kid is elite: narrative control and a division that loves its kings more than its warriors. But put the tape on, look at the damage Covington did with leg kicks alone—130 clean shots in that fight. Pete was a zombie after the first round, lungs wheezing, every kick landing like a sledgehammer. The judges? Two cards straight out of a crayon box. One judge had it 48-47 for Usman. One. You saw that fight, right? Cosmo counted the kicks live on Twitter—130 leg kicks that Pete didn’t even block because he was too busy eating them. That’s not “close.” That’s daylight. And Woodley—those weren’t “decisions,” that was robbery dressed in scorecards. Colby landed 149 total strikes, Woodley touched 43. Four. Three. Goddamn nine years before the doors opened that night, Tyron was a bum running late-night Flex tapes. But hey, let’s crown the guy who can’t breathe without ESPN’s green screen. Meanwhile, Covington? Real war machine. Real chin. Real cardio. And the judges still pencil him in as the villain in every robbery saga they write themselves. Justice? It’s in the cage where the hands get raised, not in the backroom where the pens get signed.

what’s the deal with judges these days — back in my day you could tell a robbery from a continent away because at least one of them would be napping with his pen in hand ready to mark the scorecard right on cue. i remember watching Ray Leonard vs Hearns in ’81 just for the sheer chutzpah of one judge giving it to Sugar 145-144 — after Hearns nearly knocked him out cold. whole fight took two rounds and still that card exists like a stubborn stain on the record. judges then, judges now, all they need is a villain to crow about and a hero to crown while the real action plays second fiddle. case in point: lima 2 was a clinic in old-school robbery dressed up as modern scoring. cosmo counted 130 leg kicks that never even twitched Pete’s guard; half those kicks would’ve dropped a bull elephant if it stood still. but the scoresheet? 48-47 one way, 49-46 the other — and suddenly the cage whispers “controversy” like it’s the first time anyone’s seen a robbed fighter. meanwhile woodley fight, colby landed 149 strikes and Pete scraped together 43 touches — not “landed,” just touched, like a ghost swinging at a piñata. yet the official result reads “Woodley squeaks it” as if the man didn’t spend two minutes running down the cage every thirty seconds trying to gas his way back from certain doom. that’s the modern welterweight division in a nutshell: they’ll burn a library to keep the narrative alive and call it “consistency.” i’m old enough to remember when politicians rigged elections by stuffing ballot boxes; now they just stuff scorecards and call it “expert analysis.” covington walks in at 170 like a metronome set to war, spits out a welterweight division that can’t breathe through their own hype, and still the world calls him “underrated” like it’s a personality trait rather than a goddamn injustice. the judges who handed us hearns robbed by a mile, then turned around and robbed covington twice over. that’s not coincidence, that’s tradition.

Mate you lot rant about *Cov* the same way Romans used to bleat about gladiators being "too brutal" while slurping wine from Gaulish skulls... bro just walks in nabs lima 2 bc Pete got tagged like a piñata on steroids 😭🔥

yeah nah zoe you’re preaching to the choir but i swear on my grandad’s favourite darts pub the judges aren’t the whole problem—cosmo counted 130 leg kicks in lima 2 but did any of them actually drop usman’s lead leg for even a split second? not once. pete was shuffling on one wingnut leg from round two but he still kept that shell up like a man clinging to a fence while his dog drags him across the garden. all those kicks landed, don’t get me wrong, but they never rang the cash register. same deal with woodley—colby’s hands were snapping like barbed wire through plywood yet tyron just held on tighter than a python round a chicken neck. the judges marked it down because both fights read like pete’s corner had tied an invisible rubber band round his waist and yanked every time colby swung too pretty. meanwhile guys like adesanya drop bodies and then pick up split decisions because their damage screams while colby’s work is all precision—like a darts player hitting triple-20s nonstop but the scorer’s eyes are on the beer in his hand. the numbers back it, the tapes back it, even the crowd at barclays were screaming covington after fifteen minutes of slaughter. but when the cards come back 49-46 here, 48-47 there—suddenly we’re the ones crying foul? where’s the unity when the real war is happening inside that cage and the scorekeepers can’t keep up with the rhythm?

Wait till you dig into the Lima 2 stats on FightMetric – those leg kicks weren’t just busy work. Covington didn’t spray and pray; he hit Usman clean on the fibula 43 times in round 1 alone, the same spot he flattened Lawler with a front kick three years earlier. By the halfway mark Pete’s lead leg was flopping like a broken metronome, yet the fight notes still show “no knockdowns” against Covington and one sole significant strike for Usman—a body shot that barely rocked him in R5. Numbers don’t lie when you’re counting bones, not banners.

You ever stand at the bar after a Covington fight and watch some dude halfway up a beer bender argue that "scoring is subjective" like it's holy scripture? Dude’s got no idea how brutal precision looks when it’s turned into math instead of poetry. I remember the night Lima 2 dropped—got elbow-deep in the fight’s data feed because my mate had it open on his laptop and I had my phone scanning the live FightMetric pulse. Pete’s leg kick accuracy by mid-fight was 3%—three percent—and they’re still sitting there calling it close. The fibula shots weren’t just noise; they were anatomical target practice. That 43 in Round 1 alone? That’s not a guy walking, that’s a guy limping. And sure, the judges missed the rhythm, but the tape doesn’t lie to you if you run the damn footage in slo-mo.

Right, so if you’re still using the Lima 2 robbery as a *debate*, mate—what’s the go? Cosmo’s 130 kicks in there were like watchin’ a woodpecker go at a redwood, and the judges gave it to the guy who could barely stand. But here’s the kicker: that fibula meat tenderiser was open season on Pete’s lead leg since round one, yet somehow the “significant strike” count says what, exactly? One bodyshot in R5? That’s the UFC’s version of a participation trophy while Covington’s out there re-writing the welterweight damage manual with a surgeon’s precision and a tank’s stamina. And let’s not even get started on Woodley—tying Tyron’s hands behind his back with invisible rope wasn’t the robbery, no, the real crime was putting his blood pressure at 190 for *three rounds* while the cards still pretend Colby didn’t carve him up like a Sunday roast. The crowd knew it, the ref knew it, hell even Tyron’s corner knew it after ten minutes, yet the scorecards write him a “W” like he just recited Shakespeare. 😏 You want unity? How about we start with the people who can’t see daylight when Covington’s landing the kind of shots that’d drop a rhino? The same clowns who’d scream robbery for a guy catching two clean jabs and then call it “control” when Colby’s dismantling careers round by round. ROI on that take? Negative infinity.

you lot really wanna keep this train rolling but where’s the *passion*? i was at barclays for lima 2 front row shaking like a leaf cuz colby was carvin usman up like thanksgiving turkey and the crowd was roaring after every combo — then bam, cards slap us with robbed?? like how many of you actually checked fightmetric that night or you just parrot what the forums screamed first? cosmo’s numbers were *there* — 43 clean fibula shots round 1, lead leg floppin like a broken umbrella by mid-fight, and somehow the “significant strike” count is a body shot in r5 like tyron was handing out k.o. bonuses left n right 😭🔥 we’re talkin’ precision that should be in a textbook not a robbery narrative! and woodley — bro’s blood pressure went sky-high after 2 minutes cos colby was darting in faster than a politician on election day and still the cards say “woodley squeaked it” like the man wasn’t gasping for air between every round! remember the face check? after ten minutes tyron’s eyes were two cooked eggs and the scorecard says he “controlled” the cage? nah mate, colby was the one reading tyron’s soul every time he switched stance! why’s this still a *debate* when the tape screams robbery loud enough to wake the dead? the judges might sleep but the footage doesn’t — or are we all just scared to admit that the division’s scared of colby’s metronome rhythm? get in!!

Look at that chain and tell me we’re not sitting on the same side of the cage watching the same footage again and again until our eyeballs dry out. StandsGuyHQ hit the nail on the head with the piñata line—Usman in Lima 2 wasn’t just tagged, he was dismantled. Pete’s lead leg from minute one was a metronome with the pendulum snapped; 43 fibula strikes in round one alone, the kind that turn muscle to pulp, and we’re still debating whether the judges could count to ten? FightMetric logged the limp right there in the data stream, and half the crowd at Barclays Centre was shouting the robbery before the final bell even rang. Same script with Tyron, except Colby turned him into a human stress-ball. Blood pressure 190 for three rounds isn’t “control,” it’s hypertension on pay-per-view. They say Woodley squeaked it, but anybody who blinked while Colby danced around those stiff jabs saw a man stitched into place by invisible rope—precision woven tighter than rope-a-dope. Face check after ten minutes: two fried eggs staring back. Scorecards still say he “controlled the cage.” Control? Mate, control was what Colby used to rewind every moment he landed and replay it in slo-mo for the judges. And yet here we are, still trading barbs like the tape hasn’t spoken. I’ve run the numbers, watched the tape, stood in the crowd shaking fistfuls of rage when the cards flopped. The division bleeds for mercy every time Colby steps in because they know the rhythm he brings is metronome-perfect—six punches, pause, reset. No flash, no luck, just surgical footwork and lead-leg carnage. But if three fights don’t scream robbery out loud enough for the haters’ camp, then maybe the real robbery is expecting daylight where none exists.