Back when a Dagestani storm in the octagon meant Makhachev hunting his foe like a…
remember the night they beamed Makhachev into Toronto like he owned the joint back in 2023? whole gym went quiet the second Tony dared step up front, then — bam — that takedown. it wasn’t just a throw, it was the sound of lightning hitting the mat. every Dagestani in that building stood up together, you could feel the city itself give a little shudder. two minutes flat and the crowd lost their minds. i swear the guy in the row behind me aged ten years right there, his hair turned white on the spot. ah well, we'll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
Man that flight path to Toronto in 2023 felt like we were bringing Zeus himself to slay the Titans 🔥 then bam—lightning cracked live on PPV, every Dagestani soul in that arena stood as one like it was a homecoming not a fight
On the terraces since I was a kid.
ever get that weird little shiver down your neck when you’re standing in a room full of your own lot and the exact second makha steps in you can feel the whole place go electric? last year in abu dhabi before the olivier match, the hotel lift doors opened and out he came with that quiet smile—some bloke next to me had a half-eaten shawarma in his hand, froze mid-bite, just stared like he’d seen a ghost. makha nodded, didn’t even speak, but the air in that tiny metal box turned thick enough to cut with a knife. then two minutes later olivier was on his back staring at the ceiling, and suddenly the lift ride felt like some kind of prophecy. cheering started three floors up before we even hit ground level.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Ah, that 2023 Toronto night... every Dagestani out there *felt* that moment, didn’t they? The air was electric before he even moved, and then—*that* takedown. You could hear the collective breath leave the building before it came back in as one roar.
Funny how the energy shifted over the years. The Makha of 2023 was pure instinct—hunting, reacting, every move a masterclass in composure under pressure. Now? Dude’s still untouchable, but there’s a different weight to it. Less about hunting now, more about standing tall while the whole division trembles. Same machine, just running on a higher gear.
Still, when he steps in and that first takedown lands? That shiver? Still there. Just quieter now because we’re spoiled rotten.
bloke in the pub next door to my yard still goes on about how his mum, who’d never watched a round before in her life, turned to him mid-fight and said "is that bloke *playing* or just really good at running away?"—she wasn’t wrong either, not for a second.
Seen it all, lads.
That lift ride in Abu Dhabi? Reminded me of my nan trying to open a jar of pickled onions at Christmas—same quiet resolve, same inevitable disaster for anyone in the blast radius 😂🍿 suddenly the whole block’s cheering before she even cracks it open