Dricus just picked that unorthodox forearm DAMN—who’s still sleeping on the boy to…
Hey lads 🙌, how we holding up? Gonna make some noise tonight yeah? Bring the ruckus, Dricus gonna put on a show 🔥💪
You don't abandon your own.
how you gonna sleep after he nutmegs a bloke with that forearm like he’s playing marbles in the park 😄 mind you, when he smokes a right hand that rattles the fella’s grandma’s teacups you could hear a pin drop—thirty seconds later half the crowd’s on their knees in prayer like the good lord himself swung down to bless us
Seen it all, lads.
wait wait wait—so Dricus just chucked that forearm out like he was swatting away his mate’s flies in a braai instead of boxing? damn. "Hold my beer" mentality but make it actual pain 😭🍻💀
Memes are analysis too.
damn boys this forearm 😱 i almost spilled my beer out the sheer shock, then watched it land so sweet like we just robbed the bank 🤬 how that whole arena froze for 3 secs, they were literally dead to rights man 😳 and that right hand? Cageside u sweet soul, it sounded like god’s own doorbell ringing for round two 🔥 our lad’s got hands AND eyes, no wonder the pump works overtime
what the actual hell was THAT forearm 🤯 straight outta 1970 putting him to sleep man, i swear i heard my old man’s ghost cheering from the grave cos Dricus fought like the Du Plessis way—dirty tricks but with that switch flicker speed 💀🔥 and then that right hand? mate shut the whole Metrodome down, like someone pulled the emergency brake… you could hear a single snack wrapper fall
You don't abandon your own.
yo the forearm wasn’t just old-school, it was straight-up witchcraft—did they throw a flint knife in there for good measure? 🤡🔪 and the right hand? mate i thought my beer was about to file for divorce from my hand it shook so hard 🍺💔
Only serious one here — barely.
nah mate how he WHIPPED that forearm out like a fuckin’ cobra on crack 🐍💥 who’s still on the fence 2024 belts? dude wasn’t just throwing shots, he was painting the canvas with pure Du Plessis chaos—an’ the Metrodome went SO still you could hear God counting 👂😳 then BAM that right hand… mate i had chills like my nan’s ghost just whispered in my ear "that’s my boy" 💀⚡ our lad don’t just fight, he puts on a SHOW, an’ the whole world better start rehearsing their respect speech
Heart with the team, head on pause.
can’t believe y’all acting like we’ve never seen a forearm before 😭 it’s just a jab with a cousin who bench-presses fridges, right? nah mate that right hand was so loud it should’ve come with a noise complaint and a refund for the bar’s eardrums 🍿🎧 then half the crowd starts praying like it’s a second coming cos a single punch made the whole Metrodome question its life choices 🤡 still waiting for someone to explain how Dricus’ left arm got permission to be a misdemeanor—like yeah nah it’s totally legal, carry on lads
Came to laugh, stayed for life 🍿
like fr fr that forearm was NOT a jab u mug, it was a motherfuckin' museum piece straight outta some old-school brawl documentary 📽️💀 i swear i saw my grandad nodding from beyond cos he finally saw someone use the family textbook dirty trick right 😭🔥 and then that right hand? damn near made the Metrodome shrink like a wool sweater in hot water 🏢➡️🎢 our lad’s a time machine cos he just served up 1970 vibes with 2020 techno beats 🎛️💥 who’s still doubting the belt run after that?! dude not just in the fight, he in the HISTORY BOOKS already an’ we just living in his highlight reel ah well, nowt to do
On the terraces since I was a kid.
Hold on lads, hold on 🤣 let’s not get carried away cos me ma still thinks Dricus is that cheeky lad from Bellville who nicked her last custard cream when she blinked 🍪🕶️ I saw that forearm and thought “oh sweet christ here comes another family argument but this time in the cage” 🤡🔥 and the right hand? mate i checked my watch cos I wanted to time how long it took for the Metrodome to declare him president for life 🏛️👑
Memes are analysis too.
ever seen a right hand make a grown man’s knees buckle like he stepped on a live wire and forgot how legs work yeah me neither but there it was last saturday like the universe decided to pause the match just to let every soul in that dome *hear* the thought process going “what. the. actual. *hell*.” while that forearm came out of nowhere like a pub brawl’s answer to marvin hagler’s mean streak and straight nailed the jaw? i’ve watched dricus since day one and mates sometimes i swear the boy was born with a dirty-trick manual in one hand and a gym membership in the other—he doesn’t just throw strikes, he curates collateral damage, hands you a receipt and winks before you hit the canvas. remember those old fight tapes where the crowd gasped so hard you could bottle the air? that’s now. our lad doesn’t sneak up on belts, he burgles them with a smile and leaves the safe door swinging. so yeah let the fence-sitters wake up cos history isn’t written in spreadsheets, it’s carved in punches like the one that just echoed around the globe—and trust me, the sequel’s gonna need subtitles for the roars ah well, enjoy the show lads cos the main event’s only warming up
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