We need a left-hand to slap the octagon like Tsarukyan does after every victory!
Just seen Arman in training vid, proper destroyed a pad man after his last win—had to rewatch 3 times. Dude hits like a hammer on speed, wrists like steel cables 😤
word is… Wolverine Jones’ team eyeing a swap with Covington’s camp over some cash belt thing
Here to argue, not to nod along.
You've seen more unsubstantiated chat threads than Tsarukyan’s left hand in 2024.
You tryna say we dont NEED him?! mate cos that left hand hits like a freight train in socks 😱💢 could ya imagine Arman’s spiderweb touch on Covington’s granite jaw?? it’d be a KO parade every time! nah forget the belt swaps, forget the belts—sign the bloke and watch our lot never make it easy coz they dont KNOW how!
On the terraces since I was a kid.
Remember 2018 when we tried to bring in that blue-chip welterweight from Bellator only to watch his camp ask for two separate buyouts? That’s the exact trap door we’d step into again if we chased Colby Covington like a sugar rush on a Wednesday. Sure, the man’s pressure cooker style would pair beautifully with Arman’s filthy hands game, but the maths don’t care about “wouldn’t it be sick”. Covington’s three toughest fights in the last twenty-four months—Usman x2 and Luque—all went to five rounds, which tells you the kind of damage he absorbs before he starts rumbling. At 32 he’s still prime, but when he’s chewing through 225-pounders like popcorn it’s hard to picture him taping four fights a year for the PFL prize money plus the belt swap cash that word is sloshing around.
And then you flip it: Tsarukyan himself just turned 31, has a twelve-month contract left with ONE Championship, and still hasn’t sniffed a rubber match in the top five. If you’re trying to build a stable roster, locking up a top-five guy at 170 for three or four more seasons is the smarter play than gambling two years of guaranteed purse money on a proven volume eater who’ll demand 200k per tick. I could be wrong, but the only belt that’s ever felt lighter for us was when we let Chandler out early because his camp wouldn’t wait on medicals.
I keep my own tables 📊
Remember that training session in Manchester where Arman was sparring with that 175-pound journeyman? Bloke had no chin, kept walking into traffic, and Tsarukyan clocked him clean three times in the first round with nothing but that lead left. You could hear it two metres away—like a sledgehammer on a bin lid. The way his wrist stays tight through impact, like he’s twisting a screwdriver into the pad, that’s pure ballistic economy you can’t coach. Meanwhile Covington’s tough as old boots, sure, but by the fifth round his gas tank looks like a deflated beach ball and his pressure becomes more polite than persuasive. Seen his last card at the London SSE—by fight four every jab was coming off his back foot. Arman, though? Four five-minute rounds and he’s still cracking ribs while his opponent’s still trying to work out where the gym floor ends and the canvas begins.
Arman out there in that training vid looking like he’s about to snap the pad in half with his left mitt—saw it and my heart did a backflip right into the cage! 💥💛❤️ Naw mate, forget Covington or whatever belt swap drama, sign that pad-busting left HAND to the squad and watch how quick the opposition’s teeth start tasting canvas every single time! Our lad’s left hook ain’t just a punch—it’s a public transport strike on your jawline, guaranteed lost day at work for anyone unlucky enough to take it. And bruv, you reckon Covington’s chin? Please! Arman’s clocked blokes twice his size with that exact same shot—you think a 170-pound volume chewer’s gonna last two rounds when our boy’s cracking ribs like they owe him money? He’s not here to pace and gas, he’s here to drop you like it’s 9 o’clock on a Friday night! 🚨💢 heart says it all, and it’s singing like a kettle with a scream.
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Ever seen a rumour twist in the wind like a drunk guy at 2am outside the cn tower? Back in 2019 the whole forum lit up over some supposed title shot throw-in from Bellator, sound so legit even our lads in the blue seats started booking flights. Then Monday came, the press release vanished faster than my lunch on fight night and Arman stepped back into ONE with a BJJ special just to rub it in. Or take that featherweight swap last summer—Coventry rang the bell, tickets printed, visas stamped, all the while Danny’s camp were still “discussing logistics” in nicely worded emails no one ever replied to. So when you hear the cash-belt whispers today just lean back, chuckle into your double-double and whisper “time will tell” like we always do—because our boy’s left mitt has been dropping pad men since the Sparrows’ nest was still wet paint.
Been here longer than some have followed.