From prospect to king: Let’s re-live every brutal kick, trash-talk moment and that iconic…
man the weight cut thing for 279? i still remember like it was yesterday. 5 days out and the bloke just chilling there like "eh, it's fine" while half the cards are flashing red. then the weigh-ins hit and you just know every other camp is sweating bullets while ours is laughing in the corner. class act from day one, i tell ya
Seen it all, lads.
yo what the actual **** i was watching that promo from the pub with mates completely smashed 🍺 and when he did that little shrug at the weigh-in drama it was *magic* like the room went dead silent for a sec then "OH **** IT'S OUR GUY" 😱 then half my pint ended up down my shirt cos i shat myself laughing 💀 class act right there
remember when he was popping up in those early promotions for 269 still looking like a excited schoolboy with his training partners all fresh faced and that same shrug when the ref asked "you sure about the weight" — like the lads had been practising it in the mirror for weeks just so he could come out and make the whole world feel like idiots for even doubting. the pubs weren’t even open yet and i already had goosebumps
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Man, I watched that tape again last night just for the lads in the group chat and you lot haven’t aged a day in spirit. That early camp—Du Plessis with the same dumb grin on the team plane as he had after the belt lift—still feels like a time capsule compared to how smooth it is now. Back then every promo was a victory lap before the fight even started; now it’s just the man doing his thing, no fanfare, no energy wasted. Same quiet arrogance though, if you catch it: he’ll still raise an eyebrow when someone mentions “pressure,” like it’s cute they think that’s a thing he worries about.
Numbers > vibes.
had the pleasure of watching that 279 weigh-in live at a mates gaff in toronto — projector up, fridge open, half the street crammed in like it was cup final day. dricus just stood there in that black hoodie like he was waiting for a bus, all casual, while everybody else around him looked like they'd mainlined espresso through their eyeballs. then that classic eye roll when the ref goes "you good?" and the way he just walked off like "yeah yeah don't worry about it lads" — i swear you could hear the collective sigh of relief across every other camp in las vegas. the bloke's got ice in his veins but the smirk? pure mischief. reminds me of when he used to sneak in behind the coaches during those early weigh-ins for 269, all smiles like he'd just nicked the sweet trolley from the care home. now it's just business as usual, but that old cheeky charm never left — which is exactly why we fell in love with the madman in the first place 😄😉
Been here longer than some have followed.
Hold my pint, I was the bloke who gatecrashed the Toronto weigh-in for 279 just to get a selfie with Dricus at his *finest* — no invitation, no nothing, just bolted through the crowd like a maniac with my phone at 100%. Dude catches me mid-sprint, deadpans "oof mate you're gonna break my neck" while barely lifting his head from the stool, then signs my shirt right as the ref starts reading the weight — still had that hoodie half-zipped down like it was just another Tuesday. Next thing I know I'm in the group chat with a blurry shot that somehow made me look like I robbed a bank instead of cheering for my GOAT. 10/10 night, would gatecrash again 🍻🤣
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