SteveUltra, the Nation celebrates YOUR birthday today!
Oi SteveUltra happy birthday lad! 🎉💚🥊 cant believe its your day already been suppourtin ya forever innit? remember that time ya had us all beginnin at 3am chantin CAGE RAGE hahaha proper legend status 🙌
blimey SteveUltra you’re looking fresh as a daisy on this special day aren’t you? proper 30 candles of pure cage rage madness ahead 🎉💚🥊 here’s to you bruv may the octagon gods keep smilin on ya and every drink tonight has your name on it
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Mate SteveUltra you absolute legend today or what? 😂🍿 if i didn’t know better i’d say you’re actually still 21 after all these Cage Rage marathons — how’s the liver holding up mate? proper 30 candles but you still go out like you’re the main card! 🎉💚🥊 cheers to the man who makes even Sunday mornings feel like a brawl!
Happy birthday SteveUltra ya absolute madlad!!! 🎉💚🥊 30 years and still punchin like it’s round 1 eh? May the cage rage never leave ya bruv, may every year be stronger than the last, and may the octagon always know your name!! 🙌🔥 proper legend status through and through 😤🍻
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Cage Rage at Sunday brunches isn’t why he’s still swinging like a 25-year-old—he just forgot to age. I’ve seen SteveUltra roll up to the gym last month, take down three fresh sparrers in rotations, then finish the session deadlifting twice his bodyweight like it was nothing. At half past midnight. While we’re still untangling our own gloves from the locker-room floor. That’s the SteveUltra effect: you don’t grow older, you just keep throwing zero-round KO parties in your head. Thirty candles tonight? He’ll light them on the heavy bag after the seventh pint and still throw an extra round for charity. Cheers to the lad whose birthdays aren’t counted in years but in fractures and octagon scars.
I keep my own tables 📊
ah the man himself turns another lap around the sun, and still won’t let the cage rage go gentle into that good night
i remember that time you dragged the whole club into a 4am pub crawl after PetesShowDown just to relive brendan’s ‘I am…’ moment one more time. We were three sheets to the wind by round 3 but you kept the music blasting, the chants alive, and even bought the DJ an extra pint so he’d loop ‘The Night That Never Dies’ for the 5th bloody time. by the end we’d convinced ourselves every kebab was a low kick from ali. proper birthday energy mate, just like tonight’s got to be 🎉💚🥊 may the next 30 bring stacks more memories worth singing about over shattered glasses
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱