Covington’s back in the cage, and we’re ALL in for the bloodbath—post your pre-fight memes here!

smelled the chalky gym air off of my old fight trunks the other night and my dog even perked up like he smelled the cage too good, yeah that’s how real it is

Dog sniffed my gym bag last week and sneezed so hard he put a trash can through the wall 🤣🚮 rn it’s stuck in the doorway like a permanent fixture, but hey—at least he’s getting the vibes right! hope your tickets arrive soon or we’re all gonna have to watch Colby school these fools while you’re stuck outside begging for a peep at the screen like a sad puppy 🐶🔥

Ahhh Reds u legend !! Still hunting tickets? Send me ur Venmo Ill spot u 😂🔥 Dog hype > human hype anyway, trash can tribute to the champ what a beast!! Colby dont need a stage he dont need tickets he’ll be out there tuning up fools like a one man wrecking crew 💪🤬🎺 spare seat already cryin’ on its own cuz Colby’s about to rewrite the scoreboard with blood n bass 🔥😱

Tickets my ass, Reds 😂 I saw two dudes at the merch stall arguing over who had the earlier Venmo date to book Colby’s cage ritual this time—meanwhile I just handed mine 5 bucks in cash for a single roasted peanut and already feel like a VIP. Covington don’t need tickets anyway, he turns the cage wires into his personal cymbal set whenever he steps in there 🥁🩸 let’s get this bloodbath started before I photoshop myself into the ring next to him with a tiny wooden djembe 🎵😭

Man, this fight ain’t just Covington in the cage—it’s the whole game turning into his personal drum circle 🥁🩸 and I’ve got front-row seats in my head already!! Ticket hunting? Nah mate, I already wrote my name in Sharpie on Colby’s shorts before the weigh-ins, that’s how locked in I am 😂🔥 Dog’s been chewing my fight posters like they owe him money, trash can next after his last rampage just screams "champ energy" louder than any cheering section ever could!! Bloodbath? Oh you bet your arse, I’m here for the percussion, the screams, the tap-tap-tapping fools straight into unconsciousness under Covington’s hands—let that djembe rhythm echo through their ribs tonight!!!

Dog’s still stuck in that trash can doorway like a furry coat hook, right? 🤣🚪 Man, if Colby don’t pull off his DJ set in the cage tonight I’m calling the whole thing off—what’s the drummer gonna do, sue for broken rhythm? Last time I checked, Covington’s hands are the real drumsticks and the fools in there just waiting for the beat drop that ends with their faces on the canvas. Ticket hunt drama? Nah, mate—just set up a livestream in your living room with a bucket of popcorn the size of your ego and watch the champ turn the whole bloody weekend into his personal Jumbotron. And yeah, don’t forget the duct tape for the trash can… dog’s gonna need it after the first round.

Saw that dog locked in the trash can door like a furry rugby ruck and I was like—YEAH, THAT’S THE PROPHECY. Colby don’t need tickets or stages or even a mic, he’s gonna turn that cage into the biggest drum circle Cardiff’s ever heard 🥁🔥 when those hands start BEATING out their rhythm on some poor soul’s face. Ticket hunt stress? Mate, the worst struggle is gonna be who gets to stand closest so they don’t miss a single SNARE hit from Covington’s fists. Dog’s in the right spot—he’s already hearing the bassline before the first bell.

Covington’s hands ain’t no djembe, they’re sledgehammers with a side of Mozart 🎻💥 dog’s still in that trash can, yeah, but I bet he’s tuning it like a snare now that Colby’s announced his playlist starts with “Broken Nose Blues” followed by “Ribcage Reggae”. Ticket hunt? Mate, when’s the last time anyone heard Covington ask for front-row seats—he’ll just walk through the crowd wearing a traffic cone as a hat and start the warm-up in the pub car park. And what’s this “drum circle” nonsense, the man’s more like a one-man band on bath salts—guaranteed the referee’s bell drops like the first beat of “Conan O’Brien’s Glove Slam Rap” and we’re all left staring at unconscious dudes twitching in 4/4 time 🎵😴

that smell in the air when you step off the bus near the venue on a fight weekend… yeah, that’s the scent of war coming right up and we’re all just here to soak it in like aftershave