Tag: Fighter

  • Tony Ferguson: One Glove On

    Tony Ferguson: One Glove On

    These quotes were taken after each of Tony Ferguson’s post fight interviews:

    Loss #1 — Justin Gaethje

    “Let’s go back and… you know what I mean…” (Ferguson)

    Even in the blur of defeat, he spoke to the crowd, to the faith, to the fire.

    “This is the consolation round — and that’s the one you have to win back.” (Ferguson)

    He didn’t make excuses.

    He made vows.

    Loss #2 — Charles Oliveira

    His arm bent the wrong way.

    But he didn’t tap.

    He thought of his son

    of Armand Anthony’s double-jointed elbow

    and the mind overcame the muscle.

    The pain became a meditation.

    A father’s love stronger than a snap.

    Loss #3 — Beneil Dariush

    “Retire? Give these motherfuckers a break? No. Not on my watch.” (Ferguson)

    He wasn’t done.

    He was pissed.

    Still swinging.

    Still marching forward with fire in his chest

    and no reverse in his engine.

    Loss #4 — Michael Chandler

    Knocked out cold, highlight reel spinning.

    But when he woke, he owned it:

    “I should’ve kept my hands up. Chin down. That’s on me.” (Ferguson)

    No blame. No bitterness.

    Just accountability and a deeper hunger.

    Loss #5 — Nate Diaz

    “I don’t see any L’s… I just see growth.” (Ferguson)

    He called it like he lived it.

    Put the sport on his back.

    Showed the youth:

    It’s not about playing it safe.

    It’s about showing up,

    not giving a shit about fear,

    and taking the next fight anyway.

    Loss #6 — Bobby Green

    “I won’t use the eye poke as an excuse…” (Ferguson)

    He said it with class, with clarity.

    “I have more to give.”

    And he meant it.

    Loss #7 — Paddy Pimblett

    “You’re all fucking fire.” (Ferguson)

    Even in defeat, he praised the fans.

    One foot in front of the other.

    He called us crew.

    He called himself champ.

    Not out of delusion

    but because champions rise even when they fall.

    Loss #8 — Michael Chiesa

    “I don’t want to retire… I really don’t.” (Ferguson)

    So he put down one glove.

    Not both.

    Because some part of him

    is still ready to go one more round.

    He wanted to hug his kids.

    He wanted to talk to his wife.

    Win #27

    He drops to one knee.

    Crosses his chest.

    Raises his fist to the heavens.

    And screams:

    “YEAHHHHHHHH!”

    “YEAHHHHHHHH!”

    No belt needed.

    No crown required.

    The redemption wasn’t in the victory

    it was in the endurance.

    The stubborn belief.

    The refusal to quit.

    This is Tony Ferguson.

    El Cucuy.

    The man who fought shadows in empty cages

    and still walked toward the light.

    Who broke before he bent.

    Who spoke in riddles, but bled in scripture.

    This isn’t a comeback.

    It’s a resurrection.

    This is the story of the man

    who scaled the mountain of pain

    and even when broken

    never stopped climbing

  • A Letter to Vasyl Lomachenko, from Every Fan of Boxing

    A Letter to Vasyl Lomachenko, from Every Fan of Boxing

    “First and Foremost, I want to thank our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for everything He has done for me. For guiding a young man down a path that ultimately showed me that fame, legacy, and recognition are not the purpose of life.” -Vasyl Lomachenko

    Dear Vasyl,

    You are more than just a fighter
    and it showed in the way you moved inside the ring.

    Your footwork wasn’t merely brilliant.
    It was innovative.
    Not only the product of a lifetime of training with your father,
    but something that radiated straight from your soul, your spirit,
    your fire.

    Flashes of your essence pulsed through every punch,
    every feint, every angle you orchestrated.
    Every time the bell rang, you ceased to be just
    Vasyl Lomachenko
    You became “Hi-Tech”
    You became “The Matrix”
    You became “NoMasChenko”

    These names weren’t given to feed your ego.
    They were given to show the children of Ukraine, and the world,
    that it is possible to become something beyond human.
    Something divine.

    Every time you fought, you channeled that divine energy.
    We saw it in your grace.
    We felt it in the way you floated.
    And we felt it most in our hearts. In that silent moment of awe
    when the impossible became fluid and real.

    But your greatness didn’t stop in the ring.

    When your homeland was in crisis,
    when Ukraine was under threat,
    when your people were in turmoil

    You exited the ring, because a different bell had rung,
    in a place far from Las Vegas, in a place you call home.

    You turned your back on legacy, on belts, on fame
    and chose instead to stand shoulder to shoulder
    With your Countrymen.
    This wasn’t the decision of a prizefighter chasing immortality.
    This was the path of a man of spirit
    A man loyal not to glory, but to goodness.

    You left behind the kingdom you built…
    to walk into the battlefield of Earthly chaos.
    And in doing so, you symbolized something far greater than
    national pride.

    You stood as a beacon
    not just for Ukraine,
    but for anyone watching who still believes in sacrifice, honor,
    and divine purpose.

    Those waves you sent?
    They reached us.
    Millions felt them.

    Because boxing fans
    We don’t just admire punches, footwork, or knockouts.
    We admire the spirit that endures through all of it.

    And your spirit, Vasyl,
    has endured pleasure, pain, purpose, and pressure
    and remained pure.

    That is why you will always be our favorite fighter
    inside the ring, and far beyond it.

    Enjoy your retirement,
    with love, reverence, and eternal gratitude
    Boxing Fans Around the World

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