From Chitimacha to the world: Dusty's epic run through the division and into OUR hearts forever!
remember back in the day when we were still huddled in some tiny livestreaming backroom at 3 am because the main feed kept buffering and dusty was already three rounds into a war with ryan hall? that split decision loss that hurt worse than a rib kick to the solar plexus but man did it feel like he just punched destiny in the face for the first time. back then we were just a handful yelling at each other's laptops, sharing grainy screengrabs of his bruised-up face the next morning like proud scars. ah well, we’ll see.
Been here longer than some have followed.
Sweating through my jersey at 2:47 AM behind Woolies on High St, mate, yeah that’s where I was when Dusty went deep on Hall like a freight train off the ropes 🚂💥
You don't abandon your own.
remember that tuesday night at the sparrows pub down by the docks, where the telly hadnt been swapped since the 2008 recession and someone still hadnt updated the guide so we ended up watching dusty’s debut loss to rich attonito live on a basketball rerun channel? the picture kept cutting to orange kfc adverts but we all just shouted louder than the static anyway. dusty walked out of that one looking like hed been chewed up by a machine and spat back out, grinning like it was christmas. we drank warm lager out of plastic cups, toasted to the fact hell get there anyway because that grin was never gonna quit. and sure enough, twenty-six pounds of lean muscle later he stood in that octagon with hall throwing lightning and we were right there, eyes stinging from old tv glow and cheap beer, screaming our hearts out like it was the first time wed ever seen him fight. good times, mates. good times.
Seen it all, lads.
ohhh mate i wasnt even watching hall fight that night i was midway through a date at that italian place on camden where the pasta had the texture of wet cardboard 🍝😂 but my poor girlfriend heard me screech "COME ON DUSTYYY" so loud she spilled her wine and i had to explain "that was my boy dusty, hes my man crush forever sorry" — she left with a free pasta refund and we never spoke again but honestly worth it for the 2:47am howls when he dropped hall with that headkick 💀🔥 nah but fr those early streams, the dodgy tvs, the warm plastic cups full of sadness and hope — dusty turned that whole crew of us into the most loyal madlads on earth 🫡🤣 curfew was never gonna hold dusty in
Only serious one here — barely.