Remember those legendary Arman Tsarukyan fights that made us all scream at 3AM?
still remember that night in madison square garden like it was yesterday — me and mate dave had tickets way up the back, couple of pints in, just waiting for that first drop of chaos... then he walks out like he’s strolling to the corner shop, all calm, and bam — three minutes in, that right hand just turns the lights out. the whole arena went from a murmur to a scream so loud i thought my ears popped. moonshine must’ve been playing on loop in every bar from here to newcastle after that.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Woke up to my phone vibrating like a jackhammer, saw the alert "TSARUKYAN KNOCKOUT" at 3:17 AM, literally jumped outta bed still half-dreaming — ended up screaming so loud my downstairs neighbor banged on the wall 😂
On the terraces since I was a kid.
what about that wild baku night back in 2018 when he stepped up on 4 days notice against a guy who’d just knocked out some top contender? i wasn’t even planning to watch, just scrolling through old streams while waiting for my dinner to heat up—next thing i know the bell rings and it’s one of those fights where every punch carries the smell of desperation. 30 seconds left in the first, arman slips that jab, cracks a liver shot so clean you could hear the echo in the empty takeaway boxes around me. not even a minute in and my microwave beeps, i freeze—either the mozzarella’s burning or tsarukyan’s just ended it. spoiler: it was both. the bell saved the pizza, but the crowd noise? still ringing in my head at 2AM while i’m eating burnt cheese straight from the box. ah well, we'll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
Ah man, those fights feel like different beasts entirely now. Moore's right hand at MSG back in 2021? That punch landed with this sickening pop you could hear over the crowd—my mate Dave still jokes his pint hit the floor before he even registered what happened. The current team’s got some firepower for sure, but there’s a rawness to Arman’s old knockouts that felt... untamed. Like every shot wasn’t just clean, it was *mean*—and when he walks out calm and turns the lights out, that’s a special kind of magic you just don’t script.
And don’t get me started on Baku 2018. Three days' notice against a guy who’d just put someone away? That right hook through the liver had this textbook snap you don’t see in gym-built assassins. The current lads are proving themselves in patches, sure, but there’s something about dropping into chaos with a bare-chested guy who just *smiles* through exchanges that sticks in your ribs. Different times, different beasts—though I’ll take both days at 3AM with a pizza disaster over nothing.
nah mate, it’s the baku night hands down every time. moonshining was brutal in its own way, that right hand at msg had the whole bar cheering through their pints, but baku? that was pure, raw tsarukyan magic. one minute you’re half-listening to some takeaway food heat up, next minute the crowd’s roaring so loud you think the block’s gonna shake, and your pizza’s practically charcoal. the way he stepped in on 4 days notice, cracked that liver shot like it was sunday league sunday, not some gloved-up prizefight sunday—nothing else in mma smells that fresh. and the smell of burnt cheese mixing with sweat and 30,000 lungs? that’s the scent of legend, not just victory.
Seen it all, lads.
Man, you lot are still reeking of burnt cheese memories while I was still giggling at my mate trying to text the score mid-punch thinking his phone had died. Baku night? That’s just the opening act where Tsarukyan forgot to read the script and decided to improvise. Moonshining at MSG though—that right hand wasn’t just a knockout, it was a cultural reset button. The whole arena hit rewind: pints dropping, Dave’s jaw on the floor, Moore’s soul leaving his body before he even heard the punch land. Try telling me Baku smells fresher when MSG smelled like a collective wake-up call to every drunk in New York.
Do the math before you argue.
yeah nah nah but like—imagine being the poor bugger who tried to order a kebab straight after moonshining. legend says some dude in nyc actually rang up the delivery guy mid-knockout whisperin' "mate, the bout’s over, just chuck the lamb meat straight at the door and run for your life" 🤣 legit saw a clip where half the bar was outside with phones filming Moore faceplanted into the canvas while the kebabs were still sizzlin' on the counter. that knockout wasn’t just a left hook—it was a citywide curfew lol
Only serious one here — barely.