Today felt like diving into old fight tapes like I used to back in college. Woke up craving some MMA action, remembered Costas Philippou’s knockout power, and decided to relive his best scraps. Here’s how it went down:
Getting Started
Grabbed my laptop around noon – bad idea during lunch, stomach grumbling the whole time. Searched for Philippou highlights, ignoring workout vids popping up. Settled on coffee instead of beer for this session. Needed focus.
The Viewing Session
Started with his brawl against Tim Boetsch. Damn, the way Costas walked through those leg kicks! Watched him eat three heavy ones, wobbled, then BAM – counters with that nasty left hook. Rewound that part twice. My elbow jerked so hard spilling coffee everywhere.
Next up: the Lorenz Larkin fight. Forgot how scary those body shots sounded. Thud. Thud. Like someone whacking a rug. When Larkin finally folded? Yelled “ouch!” at my screen. Neighbor probably thinks I’m nuts.
Bonus Material Hunting
Wanted the Weidman locker-room celebration clip where Costas looks bored AF. Took forever scrolling through garbage compilations set to dubstep. Why do people ruin fights with trash music? Swore aloud when ads interrupted three times straight. Almost rage-quit.
The KO That Stuck
Skipped to the big one – the Silva knockout. Watched it four times straight. Forgot how insane that left hand was. Entire body froze when Silva went down like a tree. Still gave me chills years later. My cat jumped off the couch from my sudden cheering.
Wrapping It Up
Screen-capped my favorite moments for the blog archive. Realized Costas never got fancy – just walked dudes down and threw bricks. Respect. Felt weirdly pumped after, shadowboxing my reflection in the microwave. Wound up spending two hours instead of twenty minutes. Typical me.
Bottom line? Philippou’s highlights hold up perfect if you like dudes swinging hammers. Left my laptop fan whirring like it ran a marathon.
