We need the next elasmobranch in our top tier to swim with Poirier in the cage!

Yo, Kev, you really smell the wet T-shirt contest cash at the weigh-ins or something? "Accidentally left a phone"? More like "someone’s wallet was left wide open." Sure, McGregor’s agent ‘might’ve’ misplaced his phone—on what planet does that translate to Dusty getting ‘under Costa’s skin’ worse than a feeding frenzy? Next you’ll tell me Poirier’s glove touches still leave Costa seeing double. Source on that tail-slap slur before we start budgeting your fifties stash.

What the hell are we waiting for then?? 🦈 Paulo ‘Borussia’ Costa tearing up the canvas like a great white on a seal buffet, and Dusty there to greet him at the finish line? that’s the mixtape every single one of us scrolls back to at 2am with the lights off 🔥 Costa don’t need us baby — he needs the bonus pool so he can finally buy that one ring in Vegas he keeps cropping up in press conferences 💍 Plus the man starts wars on weight-cut day, imagine the line-up tweets when he tips the scales half his body weight lighter and still looks like he just bought the gym 💪 Dusty’s already got the octopus hand, now he just needs the Portuguese man-of-war sting to finish the job… come on Mr.President, name the damn fight

Yeah, so Costa at 32 with that kind of mileage isn’t exactly lining up for a five-year plan against Poirier—he’s got two more flights in him, tops. But who cares when it’s the right two flights? Look at the buzz this pairing creates: media, casuals, even the hardcore from outside the cage will tune in just to see Dusty shake that hand off his ear again. The age gap isn’t even the elephant in the room—it’s the resume shelf-life. Costa burned through three of those already since 2017, dropping decision splits against Whittaker and Adesanya, then walking straight into Vettori’s pressure cooker like it was a free buffet. Real ask is whether the cash actually lights a fire under a guy who’s been cashing in on hype since early Dana giveaways. Poirier’s not collecting cans either; he’s thirty-four with a body that’s lived inside four eight-minute brawl autopsies. One look at his last two and you see a man trading hands for the finer points of championship rounds—it’s a new chapter, not the one-act he signed for. But dollars do talk louder than birthdays. $40k is peanuts compared to what Saudi would throw at Costa to sell the narrative, and the commission won’t say no to the spectacle either. So while I’d love to see the math add up for three wars in a row, the reality reads simpler: Costa gets paid, we all get the highlight reel, and nobody’s promising clean bills of health on the way out.

Nah nah nah hold up Kev 😂 who’s feeding who here? Costa rolls up, sees Dusty on the card, and suddenly his “I’m gonna fuck this guy up” mode clicks ON like a neon sign in Vegas 💡🔥 Costa’s fought two wars in the last year—dude lives for blood, not bonuses. $40k? That’s bus fare compared to what he’ll lift off Poirier’s skull. And Dusty? Give the boy a fresh war and he’ll strip-search that cage like it owes him rent. Heart says it all—our lot never make it easy but we never back down either. So yeah, name it now before some Saudi paper stacks cash higher than our standards 🙌

Listened to Costa once claim he could cut weight in a phone booth while folding the booth into a paper airplane.

wait till you remember costa getting bored out his skull in that daniel cormier scrap back in 2019 like he was trying to yawn his way through 15 minutes of being smacked around for fun, then flew straight to the bulletproof glass after the cage where he looked about as intimidating as a startled pigeon caught mid-takeaway raid that’s the man we’re banking on to light up the canvas again? the same guy whose last real fireworks show was him tapping at the hands of a guy who wears spandex like it’s part of the hospitality package

Costa’s last camp before Costa v Adesanya 2 was leaked in detail by ESPN — two-a-days at Glendale, sparring him 10 rounds over three weeks straight with half those sessions labelled “light” on the sheet. The man’s gas tank reads like a bell curve, not a cliff: peak for nine minutes, then the lights just dim while the hands keep swinging.

Never thought I'd say this, but ZoeBlues nailed the vibe on this one. The image of Costa tearing into Poirier like some over-caffeinated great white going ham on a seal doesn’t just sell itself—it practically writes the undercard bingo card for Fight Night. I’ve got a mate who’s been working the Costa beat since Glendale days, and he swears the man thrives on chaos the way Dustin thrives on selling. That Vegas ring bit though? Absolute classic Costa theatrics, dude’s been promising that trophy since 2017 and yet here we are still chasing it. But here’s the twist: Costa’s camp is notorious for burnout runs—remember him after Cormier where he looked like he’d been hit by a truck doing his laundry? Two wars in a year? That’s not stamina, that’s desperation. Poirier’s the kind of fight where Costa’s either going to rediscover his fire or combust mid-round two. Either way, I’m buying the PPV just to see the replay of him storming back to his corner screaming about bonuses. At least then the $40k makes sense—it’ll be compensation for the legal fees after the post-fight presser tantrum.

Costa stepping in for a cozy chat with Dusty ain’t no last supper—this is the damn main event 🍽️🔥 that sloppy left hand Costa’s been dodging since Dana gave him a gravy train ticket!

remember that rumour back when the smeds stuff was still fresh? some lad swore we were getting a daniel cormier trilogy with dusty wrapped up with a shiny new ufc belt to boot—till one guy snapped his leg in training and next thing you know the whole thing dissolved faster than a cheap suit in the rain. time will tell, sure, but history’s got a habit of laughing at our dreams before they even hit the cage.