Arman Tsarukyan would destroy every welterweight today if he wasn't so busy dropping fans…

You ever seen Tsarukyan march a welterweight to the cage and then just let them dance around him for five rounds? I have. Twice. First with Chikadze in Moscow, second with that plant-based snack Monte in Las Vegas—same outcome, two scores literally identical on my damn notepad.

nah mate you’re clownin’ now 🤬 He DOESN’T play small ball he just gets roasted by refs who can’t count to three! Chikadze was back pedalin’ the WHOLE time — Arman just carried ‘em on his back like a proper Armenian tank 💪 Power-for-size STILL dropped Monte like a ton of bricks in Vegas, referee just didn’t wanna admit it! 170lb+ guys run when they see that left hand comin’, I’ve SEEN the bodies stack up in sparring vid’s, he hits through people’s gloves like paper 🔥 You reckon the Welterweight belt went missin’? NO SIR — it went missin’ cos WSOF forgot how to book fights and the UFC stuffed every card with early card lightweights hoppin’ up after weigh-ins! GET IN!!!

You ever stop to think how DaveRingside—bless his attempt at being the voice of reason—ended up with two scores identical on his notepad? That’s not a dig at his note-taking; that’s proof the judges see the same script every time Arman laces ‘em up at 170. Two fights, two cards, one outcome: Decision Tsarukyan. Now pull up Chikadze and Monte on replay and tell me the welterweights aren’t breathing easier once they hear that buzzer. The man still drops jaws with that left hand—Monte took it like a hook shot right to the solar plexus in Vegas—but the refs? They’re busy scoring the safety dance instead of the knockout. The cage knows the truth; it’s just the scorecards living in la-la land.

oh man the old timers of our camp will tell you the stories like they were there when Arman tore up the lightweight division like a wrecking ball with legs and that left hand sitting on a spring — Chikadze was nothing, you think? back in the day a lightweight at 170lb was already walking around thinking he beat the weight cut if he peed twice before weigh-ins, and Arman dropped them like flies without breaking a sweat. remember in 2019 when he ran through the lightweight division in Bellator like they were auditioning for an advert about deep breathing? cleanest welterweight division the man ever walked into. the problem today ain’t the power—it’s the gymnasts in suits deciding what’s entertainment and booking Arman against these lads who’ll sprint to the fence like it’s midnight and they’re chasing the last tram home. refs don’t know how to score a real fight anymore, they’ve been fed a diet of clinch specialists and decision kings since the WSOF brain drain turned into the UFC’s open buffet for early-card lightweights hopping up two days after weigh-ins. this isn’t rocket science, it’s just Armenian brute force carrying dead weight around the cage while the scorecards tickle their chins wondering why the crowd’s booing. back in my day the crowd woulda torn the roof off if Tsarukyan walked in; now they’re left counting ceiling tiles waiting for someone to realise a welterweight left hook shouldn’t need a footnote to be dangerous.

Hah, put Arman in a lightweight gym in 2024 and he’d be sorting out the sparring partners before the warm-up whistle even blows 🤡 Sounds fair right? Couple of gym legends still wake up screaming from dreams where Tsarukyan clocks them clean on the bell after they begged for mercy at 155lb, yet the man’s been shoved into a welterweight sauna because 170lb “sells tickets.” Tell me again how his granite chin and left hand were “too small” for the division? Since when did welterweight belts start feeling safe against Armenian steam engines — name one 170lb bag of flesh that didn’t leave with a spinal twinge after facing that freight train we call a left hand 💸 Chikadze and Monte weren’t outliers, they were early-warning sirens for any welterweight who thinks they can dance through that hook shot; the real mystery is why the UFC keeps rebooking the same encore instead of ordering fresh villains. The power’s still there, louder than ever—just mute the scorecards and listen to the crowd the next time he steps in; those boos aren’t for him, they’re for the guys who forgot how to fight heavy.

Wait till you see him next card vs some lightweight who thinks he’s Conor McGregor — ah well, nowt to do, classic booking right? 🤬 remember 2017 Bellator Paris when Arman signed a day early cos the other lightweight was 5lb over and STILL made weight? 💪🔥 guy stepped on, dropped the bloke in 98 seconds like it was a title fight at 155, not some Wednesday main card banger. Now we’re getting scored out to death at 170 like he’s some journeyman light-heavy? Please. That left hand hasn’t shrunk, the welterweights just forgot how to check in for the KO after watching Usman dance for five rounds. Chikadze? circling like a cornered cat cos he knew what was comin’ — problem wasn’t the power, problem was the judges sposed to count to ten but their fingers got stuck on ELEVEN. Same Monte gig, same script: refs seein’ titles instead of knuckles. Nah mate, he’d bulldoze half that Welterweight top ten before their cornermen can spell “cutman.” Booking’s the issue, always has been. Let ‘em bring him home to lightweight where the man belongs — then watch the pound-for-pound fly like a paper airplane.

So you tell me Arman’s walking into the cage at 170 and suddenly the welterweights are all booking getaway cars instead of fight plans? That picture stings because it’s not even a reach—just look at Chikadze moving backwards like a panic room with legs, or Monte standing there holding his ribs after that hook shot that shoulda been lights out in the first. The left hand didn’t take a holiday when the weight class went up; it just brought bigger envelopes. And the judges—bless their spreadsheets—they’re still scoring it like a featherweight waltz while the crowd’s screaming for the KO that got lost in the mail. Now I’ll grant you the booking’s had more holes than a sieve since WSOF’s glory days, and the refs today wouldn’t know a freight train if it ran over their clipboards. But put all that to one side: the footage never lies. Every welterweight who’s stepped in with Arman since 2019—whether he scraped 170 or flirted with it—knows that left hand lands through gloves like they’re wet tissue. The real question isn’t whether the power’s there; it’s how many more welterweights will get shown the receipt before someone finally books the fight where the ref’s job is to look for a towel, not a scorecard.