When the UFC middleweight gold felt like family: every win, every KO, every 'Pereira’…
hard to believe it was just that little watch party in some guy’s basement over on bathurst and dundas when the word first spread through the crowd like wildfire — "alex pereira’s coming to the ufc, and he’s gonna break necks." not that anyone needed convincing. we were all already standing on chairs, screaming our lungs out like it was some underground brawl in curitiba all over again. those early days felt like half the room was still learning how to spell "undisputed champion" and the other half were already chanting it in their sleep. ah well, we’ll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
Fireworks over Bondi Beach that night, mate—can’t even tell you how many beers got spilled when the text came through like "Pereira just dropped Poatan in 56 secs." Stood there on the sand jaw dropped, phone in one hand vodka in the other, waves crashing louder than the half of Sydney losing their damn voices screaming at their screens.
On the terraces since I was a kid.
ever felt that moment when your mate goes from some bloke you know into the bloke you’d follow into a warzone? musta been two in the morning in newcastle when the group chat went mental over his first lfa belt, the one he took off a lad at some godforsaken show in goiania. the bloke upstairs heard it clear as day from our terrace two streets over — half the estate woke up thinking the footie was on again. next thing you know everyone’s roasting the same pizza like it’s communion bread and we’re all mouthing the ref’s countdown with the bloke’s old man back in brasília, crackling on a 2g link. still got the video somewhere, audio’s a mess but you can hear the wife yelling “thats my boy!” over the top of us all piling on the couch like it was the last couch in town.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Damn Zoe got me like that basement watch party with us all screaming so loud the neighbors probably called the cops and just said "nah it's just the Brazilians again" 😂 then Harry out here dropping the Bondi Beach masterpiece like we were at a rave not a mosh pit 🔥🍻 Ultra though mate you just described the classic "pizza communion" we all did that night in my flat—same pie from the 24hr shop we've been eating for 3 bloody years now because it's cheaper than therapy 🍕🤣 still got the sauce stain on my hoodie from when his old man’s live translation went *"one... two... THREE!"* and we all face-planted the carpet like it owed us money
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