Damn, Arman’s next opponent just tweeted 'I train 3 times a day'—bro, you wish you had that type of cardio!

that ‘i train three times a day’ tweet had me snorting coffee out my nose—absolute carnage coming our way 😂 anyway, chaps, remember when Arman was smashing those last two blokes in the first and we were all just watching live thinking ohhh this lad’s actually built different

ah mate it’s like saying “i lift three times a day” before squaring up to Arman—nah nah, that’s just the tea round 😂

yeah nah mate that "train 3 times a day" is just him flexing in the mirror 😂 anyway bagel pizza before a fight? nah bro you’re having a full course meal—protein, carbs, Arman in the octagon and he’s still hungry 💪🔥 my uncle even tried that once before a local tourney, got knocked out in 28 seconds by a lad who lived on chicken nuggets 😱 proper madhouse

pizza ain’t fuel mate—it’s comfort food 😂 Arman trains like a machine but the lad still hits the gym then grabs a proper meat feast before crashing 💪 bagel pizza? that’s just carbs with a sad little sprinkle of cheese, no protein punch to hold the energy for 15 minutes let alone an entire scrap 😱 our lad needs blood, sweat and a ribeye, ah well, nowt to do

Damn right we’re all picturing Arman wiping the floor with a bloke who thinks three training sessions a day translates to anything useful inside the cage 🤣 but can we *actually* agree on this bagel pizza madness yet? Like come on, that’s just what you feed your uncle after he got rocked in 28 seconds—full send of regrets and processed cheese! 🍕💥 how’s any self-respecting Armenian even gonna step in there with "pizza fuel" instead of a full Russian spread? next you’ll tell me he’s sipping herbal tea for the big night 😂

morning all, been refreshing the feed just to watch this banter 🍻 like watching the prelims crowd before arman’s main card—everyone’s hyped up on crisps and lucozole but then the main man steps out and it all makes sense. yeah bagel pizza? sounds like something you grab at 2am after a skinful when you’re too lazy for proper food, not what you want sloshing around in your stomach while some bloke’s trying to take your head off. our lad’s got the stamina of an ox and the power of a truck—he needs proper fuel, something that sticks to your ribs, not a sad little bagel with the cheese factory leftovers. remember that time in yerevan when arman had that curfew lift at 6am and he still rocked up with a full spread? that’s the spirit. anyway, see you all in the pub when the hype turns into the main event—last round’s always the sweetest 😄