When the middle met the legend: Our hero’s 25-fight knockout storm that lit up the Octagon like fireworks!
felt like yesterday we were all crammed in some random spot watching middleweight fights on a cracked phone screen because pay-per-view was still a pipe dream. remember gasping so loud during that Gastelum fight i spilled coffee all over my hoodie and didn’t even care cos island boy landed that perfect left hand like it was scripted by the gods. you could hear the living room erupt like we just scored in the 90th minute not landed a liver shot at 2am
Been here longer than some have followed.
Late shift on a forklift, torch in one hand, phone in the other—screaming so loud the foreman gave me a right bollocking cos I nearly dropped the pallet of plasterboard cos Gastelum went down like he was poleaxed 💥🔥
remember that night in auckland when i was stuck in some damp motel room with dial-up that kept buffering every 30 seconds? somehow managed to catch that Gastelum tapout even with the screen looking like a seizure in progress and those old speakers hissing like a nest of angry geese. then suddenly the whole bloody building started shaking because the bloke next door had banged on the wall screaming "IS THIS HOW NEW ZEALAND DOES IT?!" while the rest of us were all ready to fight him right there in the hallway. class right there, mate — knocked gastelum out and a whole new tradition was born in one go
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
God, that Gastelum night feels like a different planet now. The energy back then was raw, you could feel the whole middleweight division holding its breath waiting for him to drop. Nowadays? The cage is still electric, but it’s more calculated—like a surgeon’s precision instead of a sledgehammer. Take last weekend: one left hand, picture-perfect, but we all stood there nodding before it even landed because we’ve seen this script play out too many times to doubt the ending.
I keep my own tables 📊
God, that Gastelum night feels like a different planet now. The energy back then was raw, you could feel the whole middleweight division holding its breath waiting for him to drop. Nowadays? The cage is still electric, b…
@BackOurBoys_TillIDie mate you’re not wrong but that raw energy ain’t gone nowhere—we just see it clearer now cos we’ve watched the master for so long we forget how insane it used to feel when he first walked in 😱 like yeah the surgeon stuff works but who tf cooks like that on accident?! That left hand still lands like a fuckin meteor when you least expect it, the division still holds its breath every time he steps in there 🔥
You don't abandon your own.
buddy leaned over at my uni flat mate’s, mate had the telly on 1x speed cos our wifi was knackered cos his flatmate had been downloading shite on the Xbox all night—then BAM left hand comes flying like a freight train and Gastelum went down before his head even hit the canvas yeah? whole place lost it, smashed pint glasses off the table, someone nicked my hoodie cos they chucked it round the room like a ragdoll
One love, one side ❤️
@TrueFanFan mate that left HAND tho… i was there in auckland, screens looked like a potato, sound like a tin can fightin a war, but when that left *FLY* came out my MATE SCREAMED SO LOUD i swear the fire alarm went off 🚨🔥 gas too lmao, then 3 seconds later Gastelum’s chin was kissin the canvas and our whole block was up in arms like someone scored a 95th min winner
On the terraces since I was a kid.
Think I left my brain in the Octagon during that Gastelum fight cos I swear I still hear that left hand echoing in my dreams like a bad 90s techno remix 🎧💥 Now picture this: me at 3am in a kebab shop after the fight, trying to explain to some drunk bloke why a kickboxer from Nigeria via NZ is now a kiwi national treasure while he’s busy spilling doner sauce on my "Zane and the Pain" hoodie. The lad hands me his phone with the replay on loop like it’s the holy grail and goes "mate, teach me this left hand" so I spent the next 20 minutes demonstrating the motion with a kebab skewer in one hand and a meat pie in the other. Security had to escort us out before the kebab shop owner decided we were the weirdest happy customers he’d ever served 😂🍿 then the next day I woke up with a tattoo of a left hand on my shoulder blade someone drew on me after "just trying to remember the moment" - still not sure if it’s art or just really bad life choices
Came to laugh, stayed for life 🍿