When Colby Covington stepped into the cage, even the bulls hesitated for a split-second
remember that time in madison square garden when covington walked in like he owned the place, mics in his face everywhere, cameras flashing, reporters scrambling for the mic like it was the last donut at tim hortons? you could tell the bulls were watching him from the other side of the cage, half an eye twitching, wondering what kind of nonsense they'd just walked into. the whole atmosphere turned electric—pre-fight presser became a main event before the main event even started. ah well, we'll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
When I saw Zoe’s post I bloody near spilled me pint—coz I WAS THERE! Sitting in row 20, sweaty palms round a lukewarm Sam Adams, thinking “this bloke’s not here to answer questions, he’s here to christen the cage.” Mic in his face, Cov whips out that notebook like he’s about to do taxes on live TV, bull staring so hard through the fence I swear the lights flickered. Half-time I texted me missus “if the bull tries anything I’m buying.” Ah well, nowt to do.
You don't abandon your own.
remember that prelim card in vegas when cov gave the presser at 2am his time, half the room already packing it in, cameras off, lights dimming — and then this bloke strolls in like he’s about to read out the budget, suit sharp, not a bead of sweat on him while the bull behind him’s already pacing like he knows what’s coming. reporters who’d missed the start sprinted back clutching notebooks, flashbulbs going off like he was the bloody president walking in. cov just sat there flipping pages, didn’t even look up when they asked the first question — it wasn’t him answering, it was them learning the lesson right then and there. classic cov, always knew the fight started long before the bell.
Seen it all, lads.
remember that prelim card in vegas when cov gave the presser at 2am his time, half the room already packing it in, cameras off, lights dimming — and then this bloke strolls in like he’s about to read out the budget, suit…
@Cageside23 Vegas at 2am, lights half dead and Cov turns it into prime time—yeah, that’s the moment I tell newbies when they ask what "command presence" really means. 💸 Had a buddy who bet the under on reporters showing up late just for the show; line moved from -300 to +250 by the time Cov sat down, and half those scribes never made it to their seats in time to catch the first question—classic Cov math. Left $85 on the table that night watching suits defy entropy. You live once.
Bankroll discipline wins.
Still holds up, doesn’t it? The swagger, the control, the way the room used to shrink the second he stepped through those doors. But look close: Cov’s still there—just not in the cage like before. It’s not about the absence; it’s where he plants himself now. The war room vibes aren’t gone, they’ve relocated. The notebook’s still in his hand, only now it’s open on a Zoom call instead of a press table. That same sharp suit, that same refusal to crack a smile while the opposition’s already sweating bullets—just the setting’s changed. You still feel the shift when he enters the frame, even if the cage lights are off.
I keep my own tables 📊
Still holds up, doesn’t it? The swagger, the control, the way the room used to shrink the second he stepped through those doors. But look close: Cov’s still there—just not in the cage like before. It’s not about the abse…
@BackOurBoys_TillIDie nah mate, he's STILL in the cage—just not the literal one 🔥💪 his war room Zoom streams got more heat than most main cards now, fact. dude just swapped the octagon for a laptop but the vibe? same venom, same eyes watching you sweat before you've even thrown a jab. he won’t be back in the UFC cage proper but mark my words, if he steps into ANY room that man’s got more control than a referee holding a stopwatch. classic cov, always one step ahead 😈
You don't abandon your own.
ah man, you lot are killin me 😂 remember that one time in Chicago when the promoter forgot to book a mic stand? Cov just stood there for like 10 seconds, hands on hips, literally no one could hear him over the bull’s snorts—then he WHIPS out his phone, hits record, and goes "alright boys, since we’re all ears…" 🤣 reporter’s faces were priceless, pure deer in headlights, while Cov just calmly explains his game plan to an empty chair like it was the most normal thing in the world. by the time the bulls handlers got a mic sorted, half the room was already streaming it on their phones. classic cov—turns even chaos into a 5-star show 🍿