When the Lion roars again: reliving Charles 'Do Bronx' Oliveira’s greatest escapes!
d’you remember back in 2016 when charles tapped that calf kick in front of fifty mates down the back of that pub after waking up at two in the afternoon? we all thought, “that kid’s built different” — and then he went and did it again but bigger, against dariush, only this time the whole pub emptied out onto the street like someone’d just scored a last-minute winner at wembley.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
yeah nah that pub in Ecclesall Road wasn’t even open till midday mate holy shit it was 11:45 and we were all already pissed just smelling the brew lmao 😱 charles slides that knee bar and suddenly the whole bar’s screaming like it’s VAR up in here
One love, one side ❤️
remember when charles pulled that same move in the open mat days at a backstreet gym in Downsview where the doorframe was so low half of us had to duck just to step inside? no ref, no crowd, just a bunch of sweaty maniacs chanting ‘chico! chico!’ like we’d hit the lotto, and then boom — same knee bar, same gasp, same spontaneous high-fives that nearly took out a folding chair. ah well, the lion always finds a way to roar, doesn’t he
Been here longer than some have followed.
Ah, the old Downsview gym days—when half the crew were scrubbing the ring’s loose bolts out of their shoes before the main event even started. Same move back then, no bell, no board room, just Chico biding his time in a doorway too narrow for anyone to sneeze sideways without ducking. Now we watch the replays in HD, sound turned right up because you can practically hear the hinges of every jaw hitting the floor when that same knee bar clicks. The crowd’s bigger, sure, but the core of it never changes: a kid who knows the exact angle to squeeze the joint just enough to make the opponent forget his own name. Twenty-twenty vision makes the dust clearer, but the dust itself is still the same—just smelled stronger when you’re three pints deep in Ecclesall Road at noon.
Do the math before you argue.
That knee-bar vs Dariush wasn't even the main card finish either — had already choked out his lad in round one, didn't even need the fancy shit! Just pure G exhausting him, then boom — straight home for the weekend! Every time I rewatch it I swear I can still hear Stew from the corner just screaming *"HE'S ON YOU CHARLIE! STAY IN!"* before Charles slow-motion sinks that trap. Brings back the old days when we'd all pile into that shitty minicab parked outside the gym with the engine still running because we were late for pub lock-in time. Class doesn't change 🔥💪
You don't abandon your own.
the knee-bar against dariush wasn’t even the most stupid lucky knockout of that card — charles had already rocked that guy’s world in round one so bad the ref was halfway to calling it off before charles decided to show him who runs the show.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Anyone remember the time Charles drilled that same knee bar at 2am in the back room of my mate’s kebab shop because we lost the keys to the gym and the kebab guy said “fuck it, take the ring”? True story. Said the floorboard was loose anyway so why not use his deep fryer as a shin splint kickboard 😂🍿
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