When most people head to Vegas, they think slot machines, neon lights, and maybe a cheeky Elvis impersonator. But not me, mate, I rolled in ready for a different kind of showdown: The BBQ Battle.
Yep, the champ swapped his gloves for tongs and hit the grill like it was fight night. We’re talking ribs so tender they’d tap out in the first round, brisket with a smoky right hook, and chicken wings that packed more heat than a featherweight title fight.
The competition? Fierce. The smells? Even fiercer. We had pitmasters from all over the States throwing down, each with their own “secret” rubs and sauces. Some were sweet, some were spicy, and some… well, let’s just say they were an acquired taste.
Me? I brought a little Aussie flair to the table, think sticky BBQ glaze with a cheeky kick of chilli and a side of grilled corn that could win over any crowd. By the end, we were all full, sweaty, and smelling like smoke… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The best part? The laughs, the banter, and watching people’s faces when they realised the UFC champ can throw down in the kitchen just as well as the Octagon.
So next time you see me, don’t just ask about my training camp, ask me about my ribs. You might just score an invite to the next BBQ battle.
Volk hits Vegas for the ultimate BBQ throwdown. Tongs in hand, flavour on point, and banter flying. Smoke, spice, and a champion-sized appetite.
