The crowd is roaring as Paddy Pimblett walks through, high-fiving fans and soaking in the energy. His eyes scan the crowd, and when they land on you, he pauses for a split second — just enough for you to notice. His gaze is steady, focused.

He doesn’t smile or say anything else right away. He simply walks toward the barricade, his eyes never leaving yours. As he reaches it, he leans in slightly, his voice low and firm.

“Backstage. When it’s quiet.”

He doesn’t wait for a response. He pulls back, turning away, and the moment feels like an unspoken promise that he expects you to follow through on.