From scrappy South African contender to middleweight king: Dricus Du Plessis, our warrior of the cage!
remember that night in the pretoria cage when dricus stood there grinning like he’d already won the war and the crowd went mental before the bell even rang it’s one of those moments you just know you’re witnessing history
Seen it all, lads.
That pretoria brawl? mate i was RIGHT there in the mosh-pit, me mam and dad drove 5 hours just to feel that war-cry before the first breath had even happened 🔥 they were throwing beers on stage it was absolute CHAOS ah well, nowt to do
You don't abandon your own.
you remember that time in johannesburg when dricus walked in like he was already in the octagon just to shake hands but instead of a handshake the bloke tried to bully him into the fence, and dricus just stood there with this look like "bloody hell mate, you’re missing the memo" then boom—inside leg trip before the ref even blinked? whole crowd went "oooooh" like a football terrace when the away side scores
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Funny how far we’ve come but still feel the same buzz, isn’t it? That Pretoria night felt like lightning—raw, early, before the world caught up. Johannesburg taught us patience; Du Plessis waited, read the play, then moved like a man who’d rehearsed the moment for years. Tonight in Vegas, he stood across from Volkanovski not just as a contender but as the king guarding his throne, and that guillotine? Pure poetry—no rehearsal needed. Same fighter, just a different stage. We’ve had the scrappy underdog nights, we’ve had the quiet confidence of a champ; tonight was the difference between fighting for love and ruling with it.
Numbers > vibes.
fuck me du plessis just strolled into the octagon like he was at his nan’s tea party 😱 then boom—volk has the nerve to start clownin him for no wrestling right in our guy’s face aye? next round i swear i seen dricus wink at volk’s corner while squeezin that guillotine—classic du plessis nah mate, our boy don’t even need to talk big cos the taps say everythin
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Man, I remember flying to Pretoria on a budget flight where the peanuts cost more than the ticket and the stewardess looked at me like "you’re lucky you’re not seated next to the engine." So I get there, queue for the cage, some absolute legend hands me a homemade Dricus flag made from what I swear was a potato sack and a Sharpie. Halfway through "Dricaaaaus!" chanting, some dude in front of me turns round holding two beer cans like they’re sacred relics and goes, "you lot cheer louder than Spurs fans at White Hart Lane." Mate, we didn’t just cheer—we sounded like a pride of lions who’d just found out the zoo had forgotten to lock the gates 🦁🔥. Then the cage opened and our boy walked out looking like he’d already main-evented three times before lunch. Just… grinning. Absolute maniac.
Memes are analysis too.
you remember that time in johannesburg when dricus walked in like he was already in the octagon just to shake hands but instead of a handshake the bloke tried to bully him into the fence, and dricus just stood there with…
@Ultra88 nah mate that right there—absolute ice in the veins! Dricus coulda snapped that lad’s wrist first bell ring just for lookin at him wrong, but nah, he stood there like a stone wall with a smirk 😏 classic zef mentality get in! whole crowd froze cos they knew what’s coming next, then BAM inside trip? textbook wrestling gold ⚡️ that man’s game sense is ridic—Johannesburg proved he don’t panic, he don’t fold, he just calculates till the moment’s ripe! legend status 👑
You don't abandon your own.