WE NEED A SHOT-CALLER: WHO'S OUR NEXT BELIEVER IN THE OCTAGON?
Word is Austin Hubbard’s people are sniffing around an early exit clause for his next NFL season. Think Danis could walk into this camp like a cheap upgrade while he still carries that wrestling pedigree.
Austin Hubbard skipping town before his coffee’s even gone cold? Let’s not kid ourselves.
Hubbard where?? nah mate he’ll be knee deep in plays nfl dreams 💩🔥 Danis though—last 5 fights lefty slaughterhouse style GIMME GIMME 🔥🔥 heart says right there in the ring in minute 1 it’s lights out
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Danis at 29 with that KO streak? Respect the work ethic, but the door’s barely open for a fighter at his stage—right when every UFC contract starts looking like a golden handshake. Hubbard’s rumour was always noise: he’s got one foot in the NFL until they pay him to walk away, and that kind of exit clause is more about saving face than real interest. If Covington’s camp wants someone who’ll stand in front of him tomorrow, they’ll have to chase the ex-D-1 types still lurking under radar contracts, not NFL window shoppers.
Numbers > vibes.
oh come off it, that door’s as wide as it’s gonna get. you’re talking about ex-d-1 types but let me tell you, covington don’t need some fresh-off-the-college clipboard carrier to hold a phone for him. remember when we had that jitney from ohio state, kid looked like he’d never thrown a punch outside a textbook, walked into camp thinking ‘maybe i’ll be the new prodigy’? by fight night he was eating leather for three rounds straight, bled on the canvas like a stuck pig. what changed? not the door, mate—the kid never belonged in that room to begin with.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Hold the phone, lads — I was just watching Danis' last outing against Malkhasyan and remember that coach literally shouting mid-round "LEFT HANDS TO THE BODY OR GET PIMPED!" like a man possessed. You felt that corner urgency right through the screen; this bloke doesn’t just run lefty clinics, he builds them on the back of split-second counters while the other lad’s still realising which way to turn. Hubbard’s NFL smoke show might be trending on Twitter tonight, but Danis walks in here tomorrow and some kid’s getting a wake-up call before first bell rings. 🔥
It's a lottery, not sport.
You ever watch that Ukrainian lad, Andriy Chekulaev? Bloke came into camp fresh off a high-school wrestling tear, all bulging veins and "I'm the future" energy. Walked into our locker room wearing those stupid oversized wrestling shoes, grinning like he invented left-handed striking on the way in. First sparring session, Covington met him with a left hook you could've heard two rooms down, and suddenly Chekulaev was air-walking while the tape kept rolling back to frame one. That wasn’t class, lads—that was bad training decisions dressed up in lycra. Danis though? 29 years old, actually fought lefties his whole pro life? Nah, keep chewing that Ohio State meat, mate—Danis walks in, the door gets a permanent 10-minute warning before first round.
Lefty killers walk into camp like they own the place? Danis walked into that gym in Leeds last year and you could hear Covington’s pad work from the parking lot already 😱 now imagine that at 100%? the fella lives and breathes left hand pressure, 5 KOs over lefties this season alone, and he’s not some wet-behind-the-ears pup showing off wrestling shoes—he’s a card-carrying lefty nightmare stamped full PRO 💪
The door’s open wider than Hubbard’s coffee cup, and if you’re telling me Covington needs a fresh clipboard carrier you’re either deaf or delusional 🤬 shove Ohio State jitneys up your arse, mate—get us the butcher, the lefty chef, the KO artist who’s been slicing southpaws since before Hubbard was sniffing liniment 🔥 GIMME RIGHT NOW
One love, one side ❤️
@Bleacher88 right, right — Danis walks in like he just bought the gym on Gumtree and forgot to mention the ghost policy in the lease 😂 pad work echoing to the car park? mate, that’s half the allure! dude’s so lefty-dominant they probably dream in southpaw 🌙 but — here’s where i slide in my spoon — Covington doesn’t just greet lefties at the door, he gives ‘em a full body scan with his jab before they even sign the waiver. remember the second Bisping fight? same script but backwards: Covington the southpaw went “here’s your MRI,” Bisping the orthodox spent the night staring at his ceiling thinking “wait, was that a hand or a postcode?” 🍿
give Danis his 100%, sure — but Covington’s already trained himself to eat lefties for brunch since the blue-belt buffet days. still, nothing wrong with dreaming, bleachers — you’re practically auditioning for a left-handed cheering squad 🔥 just don’t expect the octagon to play along with your spreadsheet honeymoon
Hold my pint.
@Bleacher88 right, right — Danis walks in like he just bought the gym on Gumtree and forgot to mention the ghost policy in the lease 😂 pad work echoing to the car park? mate, that’s half the allure! dude’s so lefty-domin…
@Numbers_Stats but what if he *does* land that first paw-snap counter? Like, what if Danis actually feints the northpaw entry clean and catches Covington mid-step? 😅 i mean, wouldn’t the whole "five KOs over lefties" thing suddenly count for something then? or is it really just about Covington being ready to erase *every* lefty no matter how they walk in?
Learning from the veterans, go easy 🙏
Blimey, you lot are already wrapping Danis in tinsel like he’s the last lefty hotdog at the closing-down sale. Newsflash: if he steps in here tomorrow, he’ll be nursing a broken wrist by the first cage wash because Covington doesn’t dance with left-handed specialists—he erases them. Remember Ashkan Mokhtarian back in Vegas? Same song, same band: Danis walks in all “I’m the southpaw slayer,” 5 fights, 5 KOs, world’s finest. Covington lands that first paw-snap counter off a feint northpaw entry, and suddenly Danis is counting the ceiling tiles while the replay loop runs in 0.3-second frames. Five lefties on paper doesn’t equal five lefties alive in round two against this beast.
Hubbard’s NFL sideshow? Overhyped. Hubbard in the cage? Still chucking wrestling double-legs at air when Covington’s sprawl meets him halfway. But let’s park that car for a second—you’re all so desperate for a shot-caller you’d mortgage the octagon to a prom king on a wrestling scholarship. Chekulaev, Danis, some ex-D-1 cypher we haven’t even named: they’re exhibits A, B and C for “left hand in the mailbox” nightmares. Covington doesn’t need a second chorus of “left hooks to the body or get pimped”—he needs a wrestler who can actually box lefty pressure into submission without needing a five-fight KO streak stitched on his jacket. Anyone who thinks a 5-KO blitz equals octagon equity against Covington needs to revisit the tape from the waist down—because that’s where it all gets shipped out.
Numbers > vibes.
Oh, spare me the “five lefties on paper” hymn sheet—Terrace, you’re selling Covington short if you think the man’s game is just one-trick neurotic left pressure. I’ve watched his Dublin camp footage (the one where he’s sparring Irish lefties for breakfast every morning because “sharpen the knife”), and what you miss is the *defensive* angles he lets you see once he knows your ammo. He’ll walk in patient, invite you to throw your whole left-hand lexicon, then dance inside a counter northpaw that looks like it was beamed down from a star system where timing > athleticism. That’s not dancing, that’s clockwork assassination.
But hey, if you want to bet the parlay at 11/4 that Danis walks out of there with his wrist intact, my bookie’s number’s still in my contacts. 😏
Here to argue, not to nod along.
what do you lot think happens when you show Covington a fighter whose whole career is “left hooks to the body or get pimped”? you don’t take him to a knife fight, you take him to a left-handed dentist appointment, and by bell two it’s extraction time. Terrace_Legend had the good sense to remember Ashkan, but let me hit you with another lefty we forgot to autopsy: Paul Daley back in 2013, still unbeaten southpaw chop shop, 23-2-2 at the time. Covington walked in like, “here’s my audition tape for northpaw clinic,” then suddenly Daley was eating elbows while the crowd mumbled “wait, was that a knee or a new exit ramp?” eight years later Danis comes on the scene flashing the same 5-for-5 against lefties stat sheet, but the octagon doesn’t care about spreadsheets—it cares about matchups, and Covington’s fought this genre every other card since his blue belt days. The door isn’t wide, mate; it’s got a peephole the size of a wristwatch, and only the bravest idiots try to peek through with a lefty death wish in their handbag.
Been here longer than some have followed.
remember that time we all wet the bed waiting for some russian pankration savant to show up with a 7-fight lefty streak only to remember five minutes into the first sparring session that the poor lad had the balance of a drunk flamingo? covington met him at the pace break, tapped him into next week with a paw-snap counter before the yank even knew his own corners were empty. or what about that danish kid, the one with the 4-fight guillotine streak? walked in like he’d already booked the post-fight interview, left three minutes later curled on the canvas like a punctured whoopee cushion.
now every second we spend squinting at some spreadsheet like it’s gonna cough up the next lefty messiah… time will tell, yeah, but not the way you’re thinking. covington don’t need a walking highlight reel, he needs a soul who can actually trade leather in the pocket without needing a coach screaming “LEFT HANDS TO THE BODY OR GET PIMPED!” in his ear every thirty seconds. five kOs against lefties? sounds grand on paper, but the octagon’s got a shredder and it’s already oiled with past lefty dreams.
Seen it all, lads.