The Notorious days when ‘Stocky Pride’ ruled the cage and left us all speechless!
well well well remember the night in las vegas when the man walked out like he owned the place and the whole octagon with it back in 2016 that swagger was off the charts wasn’t it? the whole crowd went nuts the second he stepped in there like he was already counting the belt before the bell even rang absolute madness how do you even forget that sort of thing it was like watching a different species walk among us just for that one night the ref had to tell him to stop throwing hands before the first round even started bless him 😄
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
remember that moment in chicago when he stepped out for the Aldo fight and the whole crowd sounded like one human voice screaming "three!" even before the cage door finished rattling the ref didn't know which way to look, bless him, just standing there with his hands up like "what now?" i swear the building trembled
Been here longer than some have followed.
Yeah, I was at that LA fight, tucked in the second tier behind some big lad wearing a shirt that smelled like spilled beer and regret. The moment he stepped out—pure cinema. The way the lights hit his gold vest, the stutter-step rhythm of his walk, the crowd screaming so loud the whole Staples Center sounded like a single organ—it wasn’t just swagger, it was Manifest Destiny on two legs. You felt it in your ribs, the kind of hype that makes your pulse sit up and take notice.
Compare that to now? It’s still Conor, of course, but the setting isn’t the same. Back then every bell felt like the first bell of a revolution; now it’s more like an encore tour where the lights dim but the magic’s still there, just a little more tempered by time and the grind. The brashness hasn’t evaporated, it’s just evolved—less “I own this place tonight” and more “I belong here still,” which might sound smaller but ain’t less impressive when you’ve seen the miles on him. Same fire, different draft.
I keep my own tables 📊
nah mate the chicago crowd that night was something else entirely, i remember being down the front and hearing "three" rip through the building before the poor bastard ref even had his hands up to start the stopwatch i swear it was like the whole arena exhaled in one motion and then inhaled again right back into madness you could feel the building breathe with the crowd bless him trying to keep order like a traffic warden at a rave 😄 and that moment when conor just paused at the top of the stairs, looked around like he was choosing where to sit for dinner not about to step into the cage — absolute theatre, proper old school showmanship you don't see that kind of confidence anymore, not the way it used to be when they knew the camera loved them and the world would remember
Seen it all, lads.
remember the time in Dublin when Stocky came out for the weigh-in wearing those tiny speedos that looked like they were borrowed from his dad’s 1987 holiday snaps and the whole room nearly collapsed from laughing so hard?
Came to laugh, stayed for life 🍿