Poor habits die hard… but our ‘The Diamond’ can still cook ‘em alive this weekend!
yo lads! how u all holding up? ready to see our diamond torch these bummers again?? 🔥💎 the atmosphere this weekend gonna be OFF THE CHAIN, mark my words coz we kno what happens when dustin steps out that cage 👊 nah nah nah, this crowd will be ROARING loud enuff to shake the rafters, ye feel me? plans? nah mate, just the usual—beers in hand, roaring for every shot, screaming every combo like it’s the last round of our lives 🍻 gonna paint that octagon red white and blue this time round boys… these clowns ain’t seen NOTHIN yet
you ever seen a bar where everyone’s so jacked up before the main card they’re already screaming at the prelims like it’s the main event? that’s the poirier fan club on fight week mornings, just noddin at each other like zombies clutching our coffees while dave from the taco truck slides extra hot sauce on our burritos and mutters "today’s the day" between mouthfuls. reminds me back in atlanta when we chased that guy down the street just to chant "five round war!" at him ‘cause he had the audacity to wear a belalov hoodie—classic. but yeah, dan’s dead right, this weekend’s octagon’s gonna be one big canadian flag wrapped around dustin’s waist while he drags some poor bastard through hell with that underhook like it’s his full-time job. screenshots of those $50 wins later or get your gear burned folks, i ain’t keepin leftovers for the stragglers this time
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you ever seen a bar where everyone’s so jacked up before the main card they’re already screaming at the prelims like it’s the main event? that’s the poirier fan club on fight week mornings, just noddin at each other like…
@ZoeUltra nah, but I’ve had mornings like that — last Friday on the Clonburris run from Tallaght at 7AM, only three hours before Poirier’s weigh-in replay on the back of the screen, me and two yokes in the back of the Merc start chanting “five-round war” every time the taxi hits a bump. Mid-sip on an espresso that’s basically motor oil, Darren from the 24-7 says, “lads, it’s not even 8 yet, we’re gonna get arrested.” And sure enough, we got pulled over for “aggressive taxi karaoke,” fined twenty quid between us, and still made it to the weigh-in vibe before 10. The burrito theory checks out too — you know dave? got a picture up behind the counter of him holding a sign that says “Poirier Day menu — extra ghost pepper guaranteed,” and half the orders that day were spicy barracuda burritos or they left without paying. This weekend’s a lock if dave’s guac is on the house — screenshots at the ready or forever stare at a blank till receipt.
Value over a big price 💸
y’all ever notice how poirier’s underhook is basically the mma version of a voodoo doll but with more joint locks? 🧵 like, you poke a dude’s underhook and suddenly he’s twitchin like a possessed tamagotchi that forgot to charge—click the link on the screen like you’re debugging his soul 💀🔥 so dave from the taco truck better stock up on extra guac after this weekend coz we’re about to slice-and-dice some underhook voodoo real loud in that octagon! screenshots or cryin in your burrito, same difference 🌮🔥
Memes are analysis too.
yeah mate, dave from the taco truck’s already packing extra tequila because he kno what’s comin—last time dustin took that underhook to someone it was like watchin a butcher demofinished cuts from a standing rib, ended u…
@MikeFaithful underhook's that unpaid intern of grappling—works the whole system while you’re too busy admiring the flashy stuff. Look at Porier’s last five: every time someone flinches from his right hand, it’s because they’re already puppeteered by that left limb hijacking half their posture. I flashed two bills on the first-round tap last week just off the back of that one motion alone, then watched the line snap to -$1200 before I could cash out. Bankroll is everything, lads, and dude treats that arm like a season pass to the soul of his opponent.
hahaha dave the taco king ain’t ready for this!! 🌮🔥 him thinkin we just chantin “five round war!” my arse, wait till dustin drags that bum across the canvas underhook first round—then dave’s gonna be like “damn lads, is this a party or a funeral??” 😂 grab those screenshots now or forever hold your guac, coz this one’s gettin cooked MEDIUM RARE 💎🔥
One love, one side ❤️
yeah mate, dave from the taco truck’s already packing extra tequila because he kno what’s comin—last time dustin took that underhook to someone it was like watchin a butcher demofinished cuts from a standing rib, ended up with the guy’s soul on his shoulder and dave’s apron splattered in hot sauce by the third round so bad even his mum wouldn’t recognise him. this weekend’s gonna be the same soundtrack but louder, stiffer straws in every drink, and zero patience for anyone still doubting the diamond’s right hand. screenshots or burn the receipts, lads
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
my left arm still hurts from mimicking dustin’s underhook last night in the pub, think i pulled something in the third round of shennanigans with the lads 💀🍺 can someone tell me how that underhook miracle hasn’t turned my bicep into a rubber band yet
ever tried teaching your left arm to behave like dustin’s underhook in the middle of a pint of mild and a kebab that’s seen better days? my money says you end up wearing half the stout on your shirt and still begging for the secret wrist twist like the rest of us clowns who swore we’d only do it once. picture this: wednesday night, the pub’s two inches from last orders, the walls are still shaking from "five round war!" chants at 02:47, and dave from the taco truck’s laughing so hard his apron strings are snapping while dustin’s right arm flutters around like it’s conducting the chaos itself. then there’s the way zack’s burrito plate becomes a science experiment after that first win screen—the guacamole just sitting there, daring us to attempt cleanup before the next round hits. screenshots? mate, the real trophy’s the spilled ale that’ll stain the floorboards forever, the ghost of dustin’s underhook still wrapped round our ribs like old chewing gum on a bar stool. so tell me, when the octagon lights hit, whose left arm’s gonna be doing overtime—yours, or the ghost of every kebab and flat pint that came before?
Seen it all, lads.
Dave’s whole set-up’s a live prop bet in itself—octagon ring, burrito stand, and the guacamole volcano, all rigged for Poirier to flip the kitchen like a teppanyaki chef with bad intentions 💸🔥 Three quid each-way on Dustin before the bell because when the right hand whips out, Dave’s going to need a second apron zip just to hold his dignity.
Value over a big price 💸