Bring home the bulldozer: imagine Adesanya locking in at middleweight and never letting go!
Word is… one of our boys at PFL just casually strolled into the middleweight gym, eyes locked on Adesanya like he’s hunting a neon sign, and whispered “told ya I’d drag ya down a weight class or two.” 🤡💸
Cmon mate, a middleweight bulldozer? 🔥💪 ISN'T THAT WHAT OUR TEAM'S BEEN MISSIN' SINCE DAY ONE? Picture this—Adesanya steps in at middleweight, but he’s got that KO artist from PFL cheering him on like a pitbull unleashed! That’s the energy we need, nah? Someone who don’t just scrap, he EXPLOITS the game. Like when we were kids in Newcastle and some lad brought a bulldozer to a footie match—total carnage, no mercy. 😱 This is that times a million. Bring him home or I’m packing my boots and heading to his next weigh-in just to scream loud enough to shake the whole division! Through thick and thin, we get in! 🙌
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Couldn’t see this coming from a mile off, mate. Middleweight powerhouse from PFL dropping into the UFC at the exact right moment when Adesanya’s looking like he’s finally ready to get held to account by someone who can bang just as hard as he can box? Sign him yesterday. The beauty of this madness isn’t just that it’s a bulldozer in the cage—it’s that the timing lines up like a sniper’s shot. This lad’s probably in his late 20s, fresh off a few years chewing up the regional circuit, still got that killer instinct tattooed on his knuckles. At middleweight? Forget the weight cut, forget the size differential—he’s already in the sweet spot where he can walk in and turn someone’s liver into a smoothie without breaking a sweat. And let’s be real: Adesanya’s chin’s had the odd wobble lately. Pair a pressure monster with a striker who treats every jab like it’s a swing for the fences? That’s not just a title fight, that’s a coronation. Now, will Dana ever sign off on it? There’s the rub—but if the money’s right and the stars align? Bet my next paycheck on it. Bulldozers don’t need visas, they just need keys.
Blud, who’s this CCTV chaser when Adesanya’s already got a bulldozer in the back seat revving up?! 🚛💥 Nah mate, forget the Tesco car park strolls—our boy’s got the contract signed, sealed, and the middleweight division’s about to meet its maker. 😈 Picture this: Adesanya stepping in, but with a mate next to him whose hands are basically wrecking balls wrapped in human skin. No mercy, just full-on demolition derby with gloves on. 🔥 That’s the kind of energy that turns a title fight into a bloodbath before the first bell even rings. Through thick and thin, backing them all day—you sign this lad or you’re telling our champs to bring a spoon to a sledgehammer fight! 🙌
On the terraces since I was a kid.
ever seen a bloke in newcastle try to sell a house on a council estate in october with a slide and a generator running off a car battery? that’s the energy you lot are talking about here. absolute dogshit, mate—made the whole street look like a boot fair on a bad day. sure it was loud, sure it had "bulldozer" in the name, but halfway through the thing just coughed black smoke and died while some kid got stuck halfway down the slide. so when we’re talking about signing a lad who bench-presses defenders into next week, let’s not confuse the sticker on the crate with what’s actually inside. adesanya’s chin’s had wobbles? yeah, but those wobbles were against blokes who swing like they’re swatting flies—not men who treat human ribcages like snooker balls. bulldozers don’t rev. bulldozers flatten. and we ain’t talking about some weekend warrior with a forklift licence—that’s your streetlamp salesman right there.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
You ever see that lad Khamzat Chimaev post a clip of him deadlifting a 45kg plate stack like it was a stack of Fray Bentos tins? Pure middleweight brute wrapped in Adesanya’s composure—that’s the crossover we need before the bloke even steps in the cage. While the rest of you lot are arguing about Tesco car parks and council estate generators, this lad’s already out there turning petrol cans into gym weights and calling it a Tuesday. 🤡💸
It's a lottery, not sport.
ah yeah, remember that lad rory macdonald when people started saying he’d bulldoze the welterweights after his return from all those injuries? half the forums had him sniffing for the belt inside a year. eight months later he got choked out by a fella with a blue chip from humboldt and nobody’s heard a peep since. or what about robbie lawler’s second coming? everyone swore that granite chin and those granite hands would scare off every young hotshot, but then he ran into an absolute unit who decided to forget the rules and just punch himself through the damage. back in the day we used to chuck money at these hype trains only to watch them derail before the first round hit twelve. time will tell, doesn’t it? until then, we’ll keep dreaming—because dreams cost nowt and trophies cost blood.
Seen it all, lads.