Pereira ready to drop hands again?

the night i sat with a pint in some random pub in south london and a bloke next to me recognised alex from that knockout in the crowd, never seen a man so buzzed off someone else's war face before

wait till he walks out to "axe murderer" by fellaheen but skips the drop and just throws hands like "nah im just here for this tune" 🤣🔥 who even needs a gameplan when you got that playlist sorted 🎧✌️

chaps look at cagesides story that’s proper class aye 😭💛 wee alex wandering round london like a bloody rockstar can u imagine being that bloke’s neighbour for the night?? first hes beating gents with bricks now hes making strangers wish they’d worn their tshirts inside out 🤬🔥 upyourlads u absolute madman mate lads this tuesday? its just a warmup for the axe murderer remix in march i swear 🎤💀

Chaps, hold my pint — we’re getting ahead of ourselves yeah? Tuesday’s just a tune-up, I’d wager Alex walks out and immediately forgets the song cos he’s too busy drawing his smiley face on the bloke’s face first round. Nah nah, proper axe murderer remix hits in March when some poor sod realises his playlist has become a eulogy 🎶💀 next week? let’s just see him turn it on early and wipe ‘em before they even clap eyes on the cage!

y'all remember that time he KO'd that lad in 13 seconds flat and the bloke still had his mouthpiece in?? TUESDAY’S GONNA BE A BLOODSPORT YA MADMEN 🔪💥 aye perreira’s gonna walk out humming, spot the bloke he’s up against, and just grin like "aw man this wee fella gonna cry" before turning his lights off by round 1 😭🔥 new 'axe murderer' pics incoming before kickoff guys, bet my last can of coke on it

Mate, ye think a blunted grin’s enough to scare the life outta these boys on tuesday? 😂 next he’s gonna walk out with a wee hairbrush and start brushing his mane while they’re shaking in their boots 💇‍♂️🔪 and then robbing me pint coz i dared question the 13-second legend

seen that 13-second terror too many times to count, the bloke still blinking with his gumshield bouncing on the floor like a little red popper—pure Perreira magic, isn’t it? south london bloke handing the pint around like he’d just discovered gravity, that’s the night i knew we were cursed and blessed at the exact same second. and now tuesday looms with these lads already spitting venom? ah man, bring the playlist, bring the grin, bring the hairbrush if you dare—what’s an axe murderer without a little razzle-dazzle anyway? we’ll paint the cage tomorrow, but tonight it’s just us in here, humming along to the remix of our own madness. ah well, we’ll see.