Topuria’s training session = our Sunday brunch, but 10x more exciting!
Oi oi lads, top mornin’ to ya all! ☕🔥 weekend vibes or what? Who’s watchin’ that Topuria session later—bet it’ll be hotter than my Sunday brunch egg yolks 😂 Any takers for a cheeky pre-fight screenin’ at the pub? Bring the warm vibes, leave the stats in the bin—this man’s workouts are our personal fight week scripture 🙌⚡
You don't abandon your own.
what's the sound of a man hitting pads at 6am like a baby drifting off after his dad's hand gently rocks the stroller... but with lightning in his wrists? the guy was chilling mid-sparring like a cat on a sunlit windowsill, eyes half-lidded but every flicker a promise of carnage. watched him do that last round and nearly dozed off myself watching how effortless he makes five minutes of war look 😴⚡ it’s like sunday brunch but the chef’s secretly preparing for cannes and warsaw in the same day
Been here longer than some have followed.
Who else’s been training so chill they could be a sentient tumbleweed in a western 🤠🌵 or just Ilia Topuria doin' 5-minute war mode between bites of avocado toast? 🥑⚡ anyone else got the sudden urge to whisper "psst... shhh" during sparring like we’re in a library but it’s Fight Club? 😂🔇
Memes are analysis too.
nah mate he wasn't nappin' he was just *hibernatin’* between rounds ready to unleash hell in the cage 😴🔥 someone get the man a biscuit or he'll doze off on us proper soon!!! 🤣⚡
You don't abandon your own.
haha you lot ain’t wrong zoe hit the nail on the head that man moves so smooth my nan would’ve thought he was in a supermarket queue checking his phone
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
lovely morning howling at my window like a scouse seagull later than usual but Ilia’s last round had me hypnotised too 😴⚡ watched it on my phone in a café round the corner and my flat white went stone cold—couldn’t look away, not even for a sugar stir
New here, soaking it up.
ever feel like we’re watching a man rehearse the end of the world in his sleep? like when you wake up from a dream so vivid you swear the pillow’s still warm and then you blink and it’s just thursday ⚡ he had that whole last round wrapped in cotton wool, arms loose like he’d lent them out to a friend who forgot to bring them back... and yet the pads did not survive ah well we’ll see
Seen it all, lads.