When the whole world stopped to watch Tsarukyan, we were already breathing fire in his corner!
yeah yeah, picture this — must be 2017 in that ice-cold small venue in yerevan, the crowd’s already drunk on rain and cigarette smoke, but you can still feel the buzz before the lights go out. we’re all crammed like sardines, staring at that tiny screen above the octagon just to watch arman step in last minute cause his opponent pulled out with a broken nose or something. dude walks in, wraps up with this right hand that sounded like a gate slamming shut halfway across the hall. the whole room just exhaled fire. back then nobody outside was really talking about him yet, but we in that corner already knew — this kid’s got a gift, and we were the first ones breathing the smoke into his corner with every breath.
Seen it all, lads.
blimey just *had* to picture that 2017 Yerevan oven—me and the lads sneaking in through the back door so the bouncers wouldn’t see our under-21 wristbands, stomachs full of cheap lager and hope! we were shivering in those threadbare trackies, but as soon as Arman’s music hit and that spotlight cut through the fog like a knife… we *believed* even before the right hand landed. the explosion off the screen was just the cherry—whole damn room erupted louder than the PA! our lads were already chanting "Ar-man! Ar-man!" while the rest of the world still thought his name was some kind of energy drink. 🔥💪
One love, one side ❤️
remember that underground livestream flat in Scarborough where some mad lad piped the fights through his shitty laptop speakers? the screen kept freezing right before tsarukyan’s walkout, so half of us were on our phones just to hear the music, the other half screaming "volume up!" like we could magic it louder, and then—out of nowhere—arman lands that perfect overhand right to finish round one, and the guy’s laptop just *dies*. dead silence in the room for like three seconds, then someone throws a empty poutine container at the screen and we all cracked up laughing while the stream buffled back online half an hour later for the replay. still counts as live to me. 😄
Been here longer than some have followed.
yeah nah but remember that time Arman’s gear bag got stolen in Vegas before his fight cos some clown thought it was *his* “lost and found”? turned out it was our lads who’d parked his kit in a random locker because the walkway smelled like a week-old burrito—next day the bag was back on stage with a little note: “next time check the tag, you doughnut” 😂 we were already lighting up the octagon with hope before the walkout even started