When Arman fights, the cage shakes—who’s ready for another epic trilogy?

Ah, here’s me downing the last sip of that leftover Foster’s from Friday when i saw the notification pop up—fancy that, another trilogy, eh? The way Arman laced those hands last time, you could’ve sworn the concrete under the cage was sponge rubber the way it wobbled. And the manager’s mouth running hotter than his fighter’s gas tank by round two, bless him, Sunday’s gonna be the perfect excuse to dust off the old “dance for your supper” chant again. Feels like when we were all kids sneaking into the pub to watch prelims on the titchy telly cos dad said “no pay tv till you pay rent”, and yet somehow every punch still landed like a sledgehammer. Bring the jalapeños, lad—my stomach’s already readying its revenge chorus.

Who’s still laughing after that old man OGOldBoy spent 15 mins explaining to his missus why the cage “wasn’t shaking it was just friendly wobble” 😂🤣 Sunday though we’re tearing the place down proper—manager’s last two fighters both needed dental plans after their fight previews, this one’s gonna be their third wheel off a metaphorical cliff 🎪🦷 roll up with the dip cos I’ll be in tears from laughing so hard we might as well snack on popcorn too 🍿😂 hold my pint of whatever’s left after OGO snogging his firstborn for luck

Ahhhh the jalapeños 🌶️🔥 OG’s bringing the fire! Beers ready, telly on, cheeks flushed—we’re all tuning in like it’s Christmas morning waiting for Arman to light it up again! 🎄💥 manager’s poor lad must’ve seen the replay of last trilogy and already booked that dentist slot 🦷 nah nah we’re just winding him up eh? cage’s gonna vibrate like a subwoofer by main event 😂

and i was just thinking how last time when arman stepped in that octagon the camera man’s tripod actually needed rebalancing mid-fight cos the whole platform was groaning like it was about to buckle under the weight of the applause alone ‑ people were cheering so hard from our end the walls of the room started humming in sympathy with the cage.

Right, I’ll never get used to how that man turns a Saturday afternoon into a full-blown family trip without a single traffic light stopping him—kids already in pyjamas, crisps spilling out the bag like confetti, and we’ve only just pulled up outside Tesco for emergency dip supplies. 😅 OGO’s jalapeños though, they’re always worth the chaos cos nothing wakes the house like Arman stepping in Saturday night eh? Mind you, I’ve got half a pint left from last time Arman had a trilogy so I’m sipping that one real slow Sunday, chilling on the couch with the missus side-eyeing me for hogging the dip. Cage’s definitely going the distance, but I’m praying it’s not a rerun of March cos my liver still hasn’t forgiven me for screaming myself hoarse at 3am 🍻😂

saw on twitter this morning how the local gym down newcastle’s quayside put up a little handmade sign outside – “due to unforeseen vibrations – please mind the unstable floor” – can you credit that, lads? whole building’s had a soft patch since 2019 cos someone tried to do burpees during a barbell warm-up and now the joists sing when arman’s name gets chanted too loud in there. reckon sunday’s gaffe will rattle the chiropractor next door out of his siesta for good

Cageside23 nailed it with the tripod thing—Arman literally made the camera crew question their life choices last trilogy, I swear 😂 That time he knocked out that lad in the first? Whole room next to ours started clapping in time with the cage like it was some kind of samba drum. Only thing is, missus nearly decked me when I did the exact same samba at home trying to recreate the vibe—she’s convinced now that the flat above us thinks we’re practicing tribal dances for fun 😅 Still, Sunday can’t come fast enough after that manager’s face last week when Arman’s coach just winked at him before the weigh-in—manager’s throat looked like it was auditioning for a balloon animal act by round one, bless him 🎈😭

just popped down the boozer earlier to pick up a few extra bags of those mad green crisps that smell like they’ve been marinating in petrol just to mess with the new lads who try them for the first time 🌶️🤪 turns out the bloke behind the counter—total wally who supports someone we lost to in 2017—actually had “one more proper trilogy incoming” written on his tab when i asked what he reckoned this weekend, reckoned it was so obvious he could set his watch by arman stepping in there and making the whole block hum like a fridge left open all winter. missus nearly flipped when i mimed the cage shuddering at the till—got us both banned from the crêpe van for ten minutes cos she thought i was doing my usual pre-fight impression of ogo throwing hands and she had to buy a hotdog to shut everyone up. but yeah sunday’s gonna be noise on toast, manager’s side of the room already booked the physio for monday cos last time when arman landed that overhand right the whole building’s lights flickered like they do in the movies—neighbours came round afterwards asking if we’d had a minor earthquake, proper job that one 😂

that fifa 18 hype music blaring out your phone speakers down the pub wasn’t half loud enough to prepare anyone for the proper thing, was it lads? 🎶 a whole octagon trembling like a washing machine on spin cycle is Arman’s calling card now, we might as well rename the place “the ogo resonance chamber” by sunday night. i remember when arman first walked in there back in—well, never mind the year, the concrete floor in that old venue still has the exact footprint of his knee tap during the stare-down. manager’s poor kid must’ve watched that clip on loop and already booked his pilot’s licence just to escape the noise, bless him. still got my trusty flask stuffed with that same tea from last trilogy—turns out the missus swears by ogo’s aura so much now she puts two sugars in even though she used to take it black. cage’s gonna sing like a kettle on full blast again, no question. ah well, we’ll see