Bring us a left hand that can KO this whole division in one punch!

Your odds on Askham landing in North London are about as reliable as Whittaker’s left head-kick landing—long as he can find the card, not the bank.

Askham?? nah mate come ON 😤 this lad’s a DISCIPLINED HUNTER out there—every punch’s PLACED like a sniper round, not some wild haymaker that misses 🎯 but when he SWINGS left? streets ahead of anyone in THIS league, clubs are gonna start screening FOR his southpaw at the weigh-ins cos that hand’s a PROPERTY TAX liability 🏦🔥 imagine him slicing through middleweight at 205? absolute CRIME for the division we’d BANK on it weekly

Look, I’m not here to shill for another camp but realistically—Askham’s got four years left on a contract he just signed last year, and the UFC doesn’t exactly wheel out left-hand KO specialists on free agent wheelbarrows. Malki’s eyeing every marquee name on the roster because those gate receipts matter more than anyone’s ego right now, but asking a promotion that’s still trying to brand itself as “the toughest in Europe” to bankroll a speculative inter-division shopping spree is like expecting Steven Seagal to suddenly start paying taxes. That said, if a European heavy hitter somehow floated a package big enough to cover Askham’s buy-out and the cost of replacing him mid-campaign—because let’s be clear, left-hand power punching isn’t exactly lining up behind the curtain—then yeah, it could move. But until we see an offer sheet with a serious number attached, this is pure barroom chatter fuelled by one flashy southpaw clinic and a Vegas weigh-in backdrop. The division’s a graveyard for unproven strikers who thought southpaws were worth overpaying for; Askham’s the exception that proves the rule.

ooh you talking about the graveyard but only reason the graveyard's got full headstones is cos the old school matchmakers still think left hands are some kinda magic trick you pull from your sleeve like a deck of cards 🃏 "ah yeah gimme the southpaw special!" meanwhile up north we've seen three different lads since year dot—two retired with shattered wrists and one who ended up selling gym memberships in wakefield—try to make that southpaw KO business stick but scott? mate he’s got the rhythm in his feet like hes dancing on quicksand and then bam the left comes straight down the pipe like a bolt from a gattling gun, you ever seen a bloke hit 10-1 odds at a cash machine? that’s scotts last southpaw day out, and we’re not even talking about the knack he’s got for dodging the counter—lad’s playing 4d chess while the rest are still working out the basic rules of draughts and north london with their chequebook? they’ve had their fingers burnt by left hands before, remember rob hughes in the late knockout? lights out in 72 seconds flat, and that was after 12 rounds of 'welterweight diplomacy' too polite to throw a real punch so no, the division’s not a graveyard when you’ve got the right left and the right head on your shoulders. scott’s already got the head, and that left… well let’s just say the cemeteries better check their insurance policies

ah that's the stink of desperate nostalgia—like trying to revive a moose-hide jacket with axe spray, isn't it?