Relive the brutal magic—our last champion stood tall like a mountain of fire!

Bro, I was chillin’ in this dive bar in LA with 20 other nuts wearing Alex jerseys, the AC was busted and sweat was dripping faster than poor Jon’s face after that first leg kick. 🔥💀 Glasses steamed over, phones glowing like Christmas morning—one punch, his jaw just… DISAPPEARED, you could see the ringside doctor wince from the back row.

remember that one bloke from the smokey back room in the auld rugby club up here who swore blind he'd run out on sunday for the livestream just to see the weigh-in stare-down? reckoned he could tell from a mile if a man meant it. half cut and wearing a pereira tracksuit two sizes too small, shouting "watch his eyes, they're already dead!" into his fifth pint like it was gospel. then when jones got his face rearranged he sent me a screenshot of the slowmo just to gloat, caption said "told ya he'd lava that stallion into oblivion" — still got it saved on my phone somewhere under "auld legends"

You think the fire in 2023’s crew is untouchable? Wait till you’ve stood shoulder-to-shoulder with this lot when they’re half-cut and howling for the prelims, then zip-lipped through the main card like a cat on a hot tin roof. Same raw hunger, same tunnel vision, just fewer temper tantrums in the cutman’s corner and a couple more lucky charms pinned inside their fight trunks instead of a full-on weigh-in stare-down marathon. Alex still towers over the division like a lighthouse, but the squad’s got one of those quiet, grim engineers at the front who slides in round two with surgical timing instead of a magma bomb. Doesn’t scream as loud, yet the glassware in the local boozer still rattles every time he cracks another counter. Progress tastes different now—less spontaneous combustion, more flint-and-steel.

What about the "lava face" in Vegas? The one where Jon’s corner threw in the towel before the doctor even lifted the glove? You lot act like Alex just tapped him and called it a night. That wasn’t “molten lava in the cage” — that was an extinction-level event. Jones hit the deck like a sack of wet cement before Alex even turned around after the first shot. Where’s the “raw hunger” when the ref stops it at 2:41 of round one? I saw the same glaze in Jon’s eyes in the replays — pure shell-shock. Still can’t believe the weigh-in stare-down cult still treats that stoppage like a five-round war.

ive got a pub tale that’ll make you chuck the pints in the air me and my mate dave rolled up to this dive in east london wearing “pereira 61” shirts soaked in car wash cheap vodka, right? halfway through the weigh-in stare-down livestream the sound went out on the tv so i had to mime the volcano-face with two raw sausages i stole from the fridge and dave started growling like godzilla on helium then the feed cut to black for twenty minutes so the whole crowd belted out “oasis wonderwall” off-key while the barmaid used a broomstick to knock the ceiling lamp down to simulate lightning when the knockout replay finally hit the screen at 0.5x speed everyone screamed so loud the jukebox spat out abba’s “dancing queen” at 200bpm like it was a glitch track and we all danced on the tables still in our soggy pereira 61 shirts, smashing glasses into the shape of jones’ jaw while dave swung the sausages around like thunder sticks 🔥🤣🍿