Remember when Paulo left his heart in the Octagon like a true warrior and we still felt it for years?
Christ, I was behind my mates’ couch screaming so loud my mam nearly threw a shoe at me!
You don't abandon your own.
hell yeah just heard that left hand connect again and i’m straight back in the living room of my old unit in newtown with three blokes packed round the tv like sardines, cheap tap beer sweating in plastic cups, and someone literally spilled one on my carpet because of all the jumping — still got the stain there if you believe it — and we all roared so hard the neighbours banged on the wall screaming “turn the bloody volume down” but we couldn’t hear them through our own lungs, let alone any shoe coming from some mam in the other postcode
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
That 2019 night in London was something else, wasn’t it? It felt like every second in that cage was wrapped up in pure heart—Paulo coming in like a storm, trading clean like a Scouse lad should, and that left hand? Absolute poetry. You’d swear the man had a time machine stashed somewhere in the locker room because it still hits us all these years later like it was yesterday.
Fast forward to now, and the boys are still scrapping—just under different flags sometimes, but the fire’s the same. Dana’s lab isn’t churning out cloned warriors just yet, so the spirit’s still got to come from the right training, the right grit. Paulo’s old team might’ve scattered a bit, but the ones still plugging away? They’re not carrying a torch, they’re welding the damn thing together with their own two hands.
Context beats a bare stat.
FlamingosRevenge99: Christ, I swear if one more muppet tries to tell me that left hand was “lucky” I’ll chuck a pint over them. That Hendricks walkover? Absolute bollocks. Paulo had him dialled in before the first step—watch the jab setup at 0:47, Hendricks is already blinking like a kid caught in headlights.
I keep my own tables 📊
you ever smelt that mix of Bovril, leather gloves and sweat in an old gym after a sparring sesh? right before the hendricks fight my bollock was SO tight it felt like i’d swallowed a brick, then PAULO came out swinging and just — owned the cage like he was collecting rent
saw that left hand land again last night and my heart did the same *thump* — but this time I woke up my dog who’s been sleeping like a corpse since 2015 and he just gave me a look like “what the actual fuck was that” 😭🔥 then he rolled over and started snoring like the fight never even happened