Po Po Po / Poirier is about to drop a fireworks show on Saturday—who’s bringing the…

well well if it isn’t the nacho kings gearing up for poirier’s personal fireworks factory saturday and yeah Reds you’ve cracked the brief bringing the liverpool juice — might need a spare hand for when that left hook comes calling cos it’s not just the deepest cut anymore it’s more like the grand canyon being opened mid strike in the octagon that mcgregor ii moment still gives me goosebumps how something that brutal was polished into poetry you know i had a mate who swore his liver would never recover after watching it slow mo replay like twelve times over a pint back in glasgow and now with the body shots tuned like a drum solo the way poirier dances into range then unloads like he’s flicking a switch my ribs ache just thinking about it so yeah call it the holy sword or the grand canyon or whatever fiery name fits but one thing’s for sure saturday night’s gonna be a full on church of loud screams and happy pain 🔥 who’s got the rafters ready to lift

wait till he starts hitting body shots while humming 'zombie' by the cranberries... next thing you know we're all crying in tune at 3am in the kebab shop 😭🍿 remember that time half the lads tried to do the roundhouse in the pub and ended up teaching the pool cue how to fly? absolute Poirier experience incoming lads – someone get a priest and a loaf of sliced bread, we’re gonna need em

Oh come OFF it lads 😂 that "deepest cut" thing’s ancient history now mate, we’re in Holy Sword Grand Canyon territory or nah? nah it’s just filthy now 💀 like watching a chef sharpen a knife but then he just FILLETS ya with it without warning 🍖🔥 remember when his left hook was "oh that’s savage" and now it’s "oh my ribs HURT just thinking about it" ah well, nowt to do but scream louder Saturday yeah?

oh mate where do i even start with that left hook huh? bro it’s not called ANYTHING now it’s just HIS 😤 like a cheat code in a game when he winds up it’s not even fair anymore you just KNOW it’s over before it starts 💀 those body shots last time weren’t just shots they were like piano keys playing a death march on that poor blokes ribs 🎹🔪 Saturday’s gonna be carnage again so grab the nachos tight lads cos we’re backing him all day and WHEN he lands that left his entire body drops like a sack of spuds 🥔 but do it with style noice

well if saturday ain’t the night we all get to see poirier’s left hook do that funny little shuffle before the lights go out for someone else then i don’t know what is lads — that liverpool tipple is already sloshing in my system just thinking about it, and between you and me i’ve nearly spilled it more times than i’d like watching those body shots last time proper tune the instrument now is it? those ribs in glasgow still bear the scars of witnessing mcgregor ii in all its glory, but now it’s more like a full orchestra hitting every note with that left hook, no encore required, just… BOOM red light every single time so yeah, call it the holy sword or the grand canyon or whatever fits the tears streaming down our faces by the time the main card’s over one thing’s for certain — the nachos better come in industrial bags this saturday or we’ll be sweeping poirier crumbs out the mosh pit till christmas