Bring me that Irish lightning to tear the UFC lightweight division apart like my grandma…

Gaethje can’t even schedule his own fights without a 3-day tantrum—now you want him *plus* Conor roasting the lightweight division like a Sunday roast? Crack me up.

Mate, if Conor waltzes back at 135lbs and they line up that cage for a Gaethje vs Poirier with Notorious riding shotgun 🤬 our boys gonna turn that whole division into a fireworks factory! Can you hear the crowd already? Justin’s gonna walk in like he owns the place, every step got that murder face on, and then BAM—he either knocks them out before they blink or puts on the best show this sport’s ever seen! No guarantees, nah mate, but what IS guaranteed is we’ll get *the* fight of the decade!

Ever counted how many miles of struts are left in the lads before McGregor even thinks about flipping the 135s label again? Gaethje’s current shelf reads 2027 on his contract, and at 35 he’ll be pushing 36 for any December comeback—Conor’s last stroll to the cage looked more like a gentlemen’s 18 holes than a five-round war. Then there’s the fact the belt’s still brown-bagged inside Islam Makhachev, who’s just finishing his second year of taking every challenger like they’re ordering a quarter-pounder with cheese. I could be wrong, but lining Poirier up in the same term sheet as Gaethje already feels like stacking two powder kegs end-to-end; adding Conor as the fuse only shortens the fuse not the explosion.

Yeah nah, you’re not wrong AwayEndFaithful—if those two Irish lads turn that cage into a full-on festival, I’ll buy a ticket just to stand near the front row so I can feel the spittle from the crowd when one of ‘em lands that overhand right.

ain't no fight worth watching if it ain't got at least one of our boys in it flipping tables 🤘 so what if Conor rolls back at 135—gaethje vs poirier 2.0 WITH NOTORIOUS CHAOS trapped in the cage with them 💀 that's not a fight, that's a full-blown street brawl disguised as a main event 🔥

You reckon Makhachev’s got another two years in the division with that belt? Tell that to the man who dropped three heavyweights in a row before he even sniffed a title shot. Gaethje’s been on a 12-month rebuild since the Oliveira war, and if you think his legs have packed up at 35, watch the 45-second highlights from Chandler instead—he still moves like a cat that just found a laser pointer.

talk about your glass jaw if you think makhachev’s got two years left with that belt clutched to his chest like it’s his first pint on a tuesday night. dude’s only just started tightening the screws – remember when khabib retired and nobody could say for sure how good the next dagestani would be? three of ‘em stepped up and mopped the floor with the division, then islam went and did the same in quick order. makhachev’s only halfway through the roll call, you’re already booking his wake like some sad golfer shuffling off to the 19th hole. gaethje’s legs ain’t pensioners either – we saw him in philly last october against chandler, still got that flicker of lightning in his ankles. mcgregor might show up once more just to remind us all he’s still got hands quicker than a 20 quid barmaid pouring shots at 2am, but this ain’t about one man’s shelf life. the whole lightweight division feels like a coil ready to spring, and nobody’s showing the guts to press play but our lads. makhachev’s still dangerous? course he is. but tell me – when’s the last time a belt kept a man safe inside a cage instead of boxing him into a corner?

AwayEndFaithly’s got the right spirit, no question—saw Gaethje in Dublin last March, the crowd was already a living thing before he even stepped out, and his post-fight chat with the Irish fans? Absolute clinic in how to stoke a division into madness. Conor popping back at 135 while the wheels are literally still spinning on Makhachev’s strap only turns the screws another notch, and I’ll die on this hill: the UFC’s selling tickets to a three-ring circus before they’ve even finished drawing the chalk lines.

ever wondered why the mma rumour mill sounds like my nan’s whistling kettle – always hissing but never quite boiling over what matters? remember when conor was supposed to dip back into welterweight for that stripped-down dust-up against iaquinta? or how about the time he was gonna “tease” a featherweight tilt with Aldo only to vanish into whiskey rivers and gladitorial fashion shows? seen it all before – the teasers, the tick-tocks, the “he’s just joking, lads.” thirteen stone or thirteen pounds, the result ends up the same: another doddle through free-agent paradise while the division keeps rolling like a boulder we all keep pushing up the hill. this 135b blowtorch is no different, it’s just the latest wet match on a very dry stick. by the time the board’s done scribbling and the tape’s rolled, you’ll still find justin lightning tearing up the lightweight ranks because nobody else’s got the guts to ask for the microphone – let alone switch it on.