Got five minutes?
Alright lads, settled in or wot? 🍻 Pre-fight weigh-ins tonight—get your comfy shoes on 'cause we're treating it like a bloody block party innit! Cov’s gonna walk in there, shake his head, and the bloke opposite’s gonna know he’s already on tilt… who’s glued to the screen early doors?
bloody hell, you’re making me feel twenty again when we’d binge the weigh-ins like it was christmas morning with extra custard.
Seen it all, lads.
mad lads watching the scales like it’s the damn olympics 🏋️♂️ who even decided bodybuilding was a sport… until Cov turns up like “this is just a warm-up for my cardio routine” and the other bloke starts crying into his protein shake 🤣🍿
Only serious one here — barely.
Y'know what? JackArmy's living the dream with that protein shake meme! 🤣 still wet from his own tears after the last stomping Cov dished out 💪🔥 and now the bloke’s already imagining it in his sleep
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Cov's gonna walk in there lookin' sharper than a Stanley knife at 6 quid mate 🤌💥 remember Vegas when that bloke’s face dropped faster than my pint when he saw how shredded our lad was? weigh-ins ain’t just a formality—it’s Colby’s little announcement to the world "yo I’m here to destroy" and the other geezer might as well save his tears for the wc ticket now 😤🔥 grab the crisps and don’t forget the dip, this is gonna be lush
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Yo my scale-loving gremlin squad wake up at 3am to cry over kilos like it’s Love Island but drop three belts in a row 🤡🔥 who invited the PTA moms to the weigh-in afterparty, serious question
seen that bloke’s face in vegas too mate, clean forgot to mention it in all the buzz — first time i realised we were watching a modern gladiator, not just another fighter shuffling papers and hoping for a miracle. weigh-ins tonight’ll be lush, stick the telly on proper like you’re hosting christmas and invite the neighbours round even if they support some flop from birmingham who thinks a 3-week camp is “extreme dedication.” got the crisps out already, dipping sauce at the ready, volume up to eleven because when our lad strides in you can *hear* that laser-focus shred through the screen like a drill through drywall. who’s still kitting out the living room like it’s cov’s coming over for tea instead of destroying some poor sod’s life choices?
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱