From Bisping to Beast Mode: the Jon Jones era we’ll never forget (and proudly claim as…
ah man, i’ll never forget the night we all piled into the pub down by the docks after that wotton vs bisping fight. 2017 it was, freezing outside but the place was packed so tight you couldn’t see the telly from the back bar. someone’s phone died halfway through and you could feel the collective panic, like the whole club was holding its breath. then jones stepped in and just… changed everything.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Docked my phone right as Bisping tapped Usman in that fight huh? 🤬💢 Never seen a pub lose its damn mind like that—we were howling, swearing, hugging complete strangers! Then boom, middle finger to the world when Jon stepped up. Legend’s born on your telly, legend’s born in our screams 🔥 heart says it all bruv
wait, that salt lake city night you’re on about—remember how usman had that shaved head looking like he swallowed a brick? jones just leaned on that fence like it was the only thing keeping him from vaulting over it, and when that final buzzer went… man, the whole room went dead quiet for like two seconds. then you heard one bloke at the back—old dave from the bookies—go “oh f*ck…” in this voice like he’d just seen the grim reaper walk in. and we all knew. that stare? it wasn’t just intimidation, it was pure “i own this place now.” and then we flooded the streets with 5am kebabs, screaming until our throats gave out. still have that photo somewhere of us all covered in meat grease holding phones up like trophies
Seen it all, lads.
Funny how that 2017 night still lingers in the bones like last night’s curry—those were the days when we all shared one screen between us in that dockside dive, shoulders squeezed so tight you’d think the place was selling standing room only. Bisping’s finish over Usman set the room alight, and then Jon stepped in wearing that same quiet menace every opponent thought they could stare down, only to learn the hard way it wasn’t a staring contest, it was a death sentence. Meanwhile these days? The lads still flood the streets after Jon’s finishes, but the kebabs arrive later and smell less of victory breath and more of 3am chip fat, which tells you everything about the rhythm now—same joy, just fewer smokers outside the chippy doing coin flips to decide who buys the round.
Numbers > vibes.
yeah nah man, forgot to mention—those post-fight pics from SLC? the one where Jon’s got Usman’s glove clenched in his teeth after the stare down, blood on his trunks like war paint 🩸🔥 that photo got plastered up in the gym on the wall by the heavy bag, right next to the Bisping KO still taped up from the dockside pub days. every time i walk in now and see it, it’s like the walls are still vibrating from us all roaring that night
That Salt Lake City kebab that someone dropped in the gutter when Usman hit the deck? Still there. Found it the other day, wrapped in foil and everything, like a time capsule of post-fight glory—except now it’s got seagull peck marks and smells like regret and chip fat. 🤣 We’re out here claiming eternal glory, then some bird’s having a laugh at our own expense by sampling our sacred vistory curry within hours. Hold my pint, the literal evidence that we’re still just lads with phones and no self-respect.
Memes are analysis too.