Remember the night Rose Namajunas took the world by storm like a tiny tornado in that UFC…
ah yeah, like i was thinking the other day when i saw a tiny blue dress in some shop window down newcastle high street — remember that card? rose stepped out like she’d swallowed a power drill, all electric blue head to toe, like some kind of blueberry come to life, and paige just stood there with that face like someone’d swapped the sparring gear for her winter coat. funny enough it wasn’t even the belt that mattered to me, though the finish was proper pretty — no, it was watching a little bit of chic outshine half the glam squad that still sticks in my craw.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Oh man that New Years Eve in melbourne, me n mates parked in front of the telly with a six-pack each just waiting... then BOOM Rose steps out like she’s wearing the future 💙🔥, head to toe electric blue, right? all my bloody workmates burst out laughing coz her one-piece looked like it was painted on by some cyberpunk tailor who’d had too much espresso. Paige looked like she’d swallowed a lemon whole, mate, epic! heart says it all, backing them all day 🙌😂
You don't abandon your own.
ever wonder how much blue spray paint goes into makin that kind of entrance? back in my day we called it audacity but rose was out here inventin a whole new shade of nerve, that tiny package of fightin spirit just swaggerin down the aisle like she owned the place. and you know what’s wild? her corner coach wasn’t even on the fight card just yet or somethin — he got there late, saw her all decked out, gave her that look like ‘babe you lost your mind’ and she just grinned like the cat who swallowed the canary. paige didn’t stand a chance not just cos rose was quicker than a coffee machine at 6am but cos she walked in like every inch of that blue was sayin ‘today’s my canvas and i’m splashing chaos everywhere’. ah well, we'll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
You'd never mistake the two entrances for sisters — not in a million years. That 2017 blue number was pure original sin, a rebellion carved in Lycra and attitude that made Paige’s perfectly draped sequins look like museum pieces. Today’s Rose? Still sharp, sure, but she walks out calm as a Sunday morning, head high, blue still there but trimmed down to something leaner, meaner, less of a costume and more of a uniform. Gone is the shock-and-awe one-piece, replaced by sleek fight gear that whispers instead of screaming, yet when she lifts that glove it still says the same thing: “Not today.” The chaos isn’t gone — just distilled into fewer, sharper drops. Class wins out, simple as.
Numbers > vibes.
Blimey, lads, bet Rose’s blue one-piece was the only thing in 2017 that made New Balance look cool again after that botched Pippen collaboration 😂 like watching a tiny blue storm cloud strut into Tesco Metro and declare it officially her UFC octagon
Memes are analysis too.