Okay so lemme tell you how this whole UFC fighter with an OnlyFans thing actually went down. Pure chaos, man. Just pure, sweaty, kinda weird chaos.
Woke up one Monday after watching UFC highlights all weekend, chest puffed out like I was Connor McGregor. Thought, “Yeah, I could do that. And hey, why not get paid extra showing off?” Easy money, right? Spoiler: It wasn’t.
Phase One: The “Training” Part Was Mostly Just Getting Hurt
Figured I needed to look the part. Joined this sketchy gym downtown advertising “Fight Club vibes”. Paid like $5 a month – shoulda known. Coach was this old dude wearing fingerless gloves and smelling faintly of cabbage. He showed me maybe three punches and then yelled “Spar!” at this huge guy named Tiny. Tiny actually put me through a wall. Literally. Drywall dust everywhere. My back still twinges if I sneeze wrong. Took pics of the bruise later… potential OnlyFans gold? Maybe.
Phase Two: Making “Content” Was Awkward AF
Bought a cheap tripod. Set it up in my messy kitchen. Tried to film some “training secrets.” What did I even know? Ended up just kinda… flexing? Half-heartedly kicking a chair? It looked ridiculous. Then I tried the “behind-the-scenes” fighter life angle. Filmed myself eating instant noodles cold out of the pot because I couldn’t afford anything else. Posted it. One subscriber wrote asking if I had a foot fetish page instead. Lost motivation fast. Got more likes complaining online about my broken fridge than any “secret UFC tip.”
Things that went wrong, constantly:
- Gym got shut down. Landlord caught Tiny knocking holes in walls (not just my wall, apparently).
- Sponsorship deal? Some dude offered me $20 and protein powder that tasted like chalk.
- OnlyFans content got flagged for “violence” because I filmed myself punching a raw chicken breast (dinner).
- Real UFC fighters? Yeah, they do NOT mess around. Learned that when I got humiliated in under 30 seconds at an amateur smoker night.
The “Secret” I Actually Learned (The Hard Way)
After months of this circus act? Here’s the unfiltered truth:
Being a UFC fighter? Takes years of insane dedication, getting your face rearranged, and training with actual killers. Running an OnlyFans? Takes constant hustle, marketing yourself like a product (which feels gross sometimes), and dealing with weird requests at 3 AM. Trying to mix them? Disaster recipe.
My “Top Secrets”?
- Secret #1: Don’t quit your day job immediately unless you like ramen. A lot.
- Secret #2: Most of those “secrets” tutorials online? Probably filmed by someone who got tapped out by a couch cushion. Like me.
- Secret #3: People mostly wanted to see me fail dramatically. The real “OnlyFans fighter tip”? Exploit the struggle. Film the bloody nose. Film the awkward gym fails. Film eating sad noodles. That got more attention than any fake training montage.
So yeah, the real secret is this: Unless you’re already a killer in the cage or built like a Greek god, this combo is more likely to make you broke, sore, and questioning your life choices. I got minor injuries, a bruised ego, and an OnlyFans full of content proving exactly why I shouldn’t be a UFC fighter. Still kinda miss Tiny though. Scary dude, but gentle giant once you got him talking.
