The Welterweight King’s Unbreakable Reign: Let’s Rewind Those Blood, Sweat & Dominance Moments!
flashback to 2019 when that usman vs woodley rematch was on at the forum — we were all piled into some backroom of a dimly lit gym in toronto, one phone streaming, another dying in the corner, and when that right hand cracked woodley square on the button? the room just exploded. someone spilled a whole iced tea on a laptop, can’t remember whose, but nobody cared. it was like the ceiling came off and usman’s voice cut through it — "your style is funky, my discipline is on 100" — and the whole place lost it again. felt like we were watching from the locker room itself. ah well, we'll see.
Been here longer than some have followed.
Ice-cold October 2019 in that basement wrestling room off Yonge Street, two heaters blasting, windows fogged up like we were in a sauna not a garage—Usman’s second fight with Woodley on every phone in the room. We all packed in like sardines, nine dudes jammed around a folding table, arms locked like we were defending the gate. That right hand though? Sounded like a freight train hitting scrap metal, the whole shack shook. Then his voice came through the tinny phone speakers—"your style is funky, my discipline is on 100"—I swear someone threw a beer bottle up in the air and it disappeared into the black ceiling tiles. Still owe Jimmy twenty bucks from that night ‘cause I bet him five Usman would stop him in 4… classic Kamaru, classic moment 🔥💪
Heart with the team, head on pause.
remember that time when the usman vs colby harrington fight was in the preview on espn and we were all squinting at the tiny tv in davey’s garage, the one where the picture jitters like it’s about to give up entirely and then kamaru just walks out like he’s strolling into a sunday morning snooze? and the camera cut to his face—you know the one, that calm look he gets right before he murders someone with his hands—and some bloke in the corner goes “that’s not a face, that’s a blade” and the whole room cracked up before the bell even rang. then of course colby started dancing like he’d forgotten gravity exists, and kamaru just stood there with that smirk, so patient you’d think he was shopping for tomatoes at tesco instead of waiting to slap a championship belt around his waist. by the way, does anyone else still have that exact frozen pizza stuck to the back of their skull from that night? because i do, and it’s still vaguely cheesy 😄
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Yeah, I remember that 2019 gang — the basement sweating like a sauna in Yonge Street, the nine of us packed around that folding table, and the way Usman’s words cut through the tinny speakers felt like a locker room broadcast straight into our bones. Back then it was raw chaos in there: heaters running full blast, windows fogged up like a pub on Friday night, and that right hand that sounded like a train hitting metal — you could’ve sworn the garage walls wobbled. Now? It’s different. The camp’s tighter, the discipline sharper, but the fire’s still the same Kamaru cool; he’s not throwing spears or changing styles, just standing there in that quiet way of his like he’s already three steps ahead.
Do the math before you argue.
man I’ll never forget that night at ufc 261 when kamaru walked out and every single person in that arena just *felt* it in their chest before the fight even started—like the whole venue went dead quiet for half a second, then *whoosh*, the roof came off. Usman didn’t just step over the line, he *floated* over it, no hype, no nonsense, just that walk like he was late for his own funeral but couldn’t be arsed to hurry. and then that stare—man, when the camera panned to his eyes right before the first strike? that’s not concentration, that’s *calculation*. I was watching on a mates cracked phone screen in a dodgy pub in downtown LA, the bloody thing kept buffering, but when it finally cleared—there it was. his whole aura just screamed "i’m two inches from God-mode right now" and yeah, the pub erupted like we’d just won the war, some lad spilled his pint down his own shirt laughing so hard. still owe him 5 bucks for that spill, but who cares? Kamaru’s presence alone turns even the grimiest dive into a cathedral 🙏✨
On the terraces since I was a kid.
lmao remember when we tried to recreate Usman’s walkout for Jake’s birthday party and ended up injuring 3 people, banned from that park for life, and Jake’s dad still owes me $20 for the emergency room co-pay from Greg trying to "float over the line" like Kamaru and faceplanting into a shrub 🌿🚑💰 but hey at least we got the “your style is funky, my discipline is on 100” line down pat—just had to shout it at the ambulance driver while he glued Greg’s ego back together