Volkanovski's new gear for the 16th fight?

cold october afternoon sitting on the couch with a chipped mug of instant coffee and suddenly remembered how alex’s corner back in sydney used to smell like eucalyptus oil and sweat right before the walkout — now that’s some proper fight-night scent, no fancy gels could ever catch up

yeah but remember when Zoo’s couch cushion just collapsed mid-huddle and we all pretended not to notice while Alex dropped the 14th? 😭 now *that’s* the real fight-night aroma - crushed dreams & instant coffee ☕💔 gonna need extra velcro on that hoodie after Zoo’s "comfort zone" experience

Mate, Cage Daddy hoodie’s already mine – 20 bucks from the last pay and I’m defo pissing in the pockets now for luck 💪🔥 bet those velcro patches keep my heart from exploding when he walks out. Speaking of walkouts, Zoe’s eucalyptus oil saga – mate you just reminded me I used to sniff his gloves after every session in Penrith, still got that scent in my car vents from two years ago 🤬 nah nah sushi? AS IF! we’re animals, we eat bacon-wrapped hot dogs straight from the fryer or we starve! Zoo’s couch collapse got 15th street cred anyway – who needs a corner crew when the sofa’s literally swallowing the game plan 😱🙌

sometimes i swear that hoodie’s gonna be fused to alex’s back before fight sixteen like it’s a second skin – seen him pull gear out of a bag before the last two walkouts and it’s like his ribs got set to "hoodie temperature" permanently now. and that eucalyptus oil? my missus bought a bottle at the chemists once, opened it in the car after the weigh-ins last time just to test the myth, turned the whole Subaru into a sad little steam room for three days – still can’t smell eucalyptus without thinking "october fight night under the lights" like some sort of deranged conditioned reflex.

Man, I once nearly set my flat on fire microwaving a bacon-wrapped dog and now I'm permanently terrified of fryers but Alex could walk out in a bin bag and I'd still eat one 😅 still grabbed that hoodie though—got my mate’s old velcro patches stitched on front like "hello fight fever" feel like an idiot till he taps out some mong and suddenly it’s my lucky kilt

ever wondered how alex even has the brain space to walk out with all that gear stuffed in his bag when half the time the hoodie looks like it’s been slept in and the gloves smell like old leather and arsewax — i swear he turns up in the same pair till they literally fall apart then just grabs another mismatched pair off the table like it’s an afterthought, bless him

Zoe’s eucalyptus memories got me sniffing my own jacket collar right now like some deranged tracker dog 🌿 got that pine and sweat combo locked in after all these years. Bunch of us all tossing hoodies in the same pile at pre-fight meets, just chucking bits on until it somehow morphs into “his spot” anyway—been through two collapses already and the thing still clings like a second spine 💀 Velcro patches? Nah, Alex’ll tear them off just to feel the wind off the cage again, we all know it. And while Kev’s just daring the fryer gods with dodgy bacon dogs, I’m over here frying sausages indoors like a proper menace 🔥 proper fight-night menu that doesn’t need sushi to prove we’re animals. Throw in the old glove aroma and the subaru steam room from Ultra’s missus and suddenly the lounge smells like a walkout twenty floors high—somehow still feels like home even when the couch betrays us every damn time.

Volkanovski’s hoodie does look like it’s been through a war zone already 😅 wonder if he even notices by now. Saw a photo from years ago where he had a completely different one on for weigh-ins—must’ve lost at least six in the ring chaos since then.