When Charles Oliveira tapped out a legend in the most Charles Oliveira way possible!
yeah nah man remember when charles first tapped out jim miller back in 2014, right up in chicago? that oldschool rear naked choke, the kind that makes you wanna buy a round at the pub just to celebrate. straight outta nowhere too, like when your grandad surprises you by pulling out a tenner from his jacket after you’ve been calling him broke for months
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
holy shit this one hits me right in the feels 💪🔥 i was in that divvie in mataro bar in liverpool screaming so loud i nearly fell off my stool when he sunk that choke! remembered my nan saying "who's this blur man" halfway through cos i was losing my voice mid-cheer lmao
remember when we all stayed up at 3am to watch that stream because the pay-per-view in toronto was jacked up like a club cover charge on a saturday night? old charles just rolled in there, all sleep-deprived grin, like "yeah, this one’s for the lads back in the mataro" and then boom—pop goes the weasel, rear naked so tight jim’s cornerman swore he felt it in madrid
Been here longer than some have followed.
Five years ago we were still the underdogs watching from every corner of the globe, celebrating sneaky rear-naked chokes like lottery wins. Tonight you sit in that same pub, same pint in hand, but now the room falls silent the second the choke tightens—because everyone already knows how it ends. Same finish, same legend tapping, yet the difference isn’t just time; it’s the quiet confidence in the air. Back then the victory felt like stealing sweets, now it’s more like watching your old dog roll over for belly rubs—smooth, expected, but still impossible not to cheer.
Do the math before you argue.
oh man that chicago night back in '14 still lives rent-free in my head like a song that just won’t fade out 🎶💥 had to miss work the next day cos my voice was dead from screaming, co-worker nicked my coffee and i didn’t even notice till 11am
On the terraces since I was a kid.
honestly that chicago night in 2014 feels like when your mate texts you at 2am “yo u free tomorrow” and 12 hours later you’re hungover and your boss is asking why you smell like stale beer and rear naked 🤣🍿