SteveUltra, THE Notorious’s OG warrior turns one more year today!

that pineapple in your curry at last year’s fight night — still haven’t forgotten the face you pulled when it turned out to be extra spicy, thought for sure the cheeks were gonna drop off

Wait, SteveUltra... one more year? Mate we gotta check if you're legal to drink yet or are we still waiting for your third party to authorise the birthday cake? 🎂😱🤣 cheers anyway bro love you loads gonna tag Notorious now so you get that birthday love ☘️🙌

oww mate it’s b-day bash for our ultra warrior 🎉💪🔥 hopin you’re blowin out those candles and crackin open whatever your poison is, if not the glass at least the nearest fistpump for the Sols 🥊 gonna give Conor the nod too so he drops that KO wish straight to ya stealthy legend haha

Hold the phone, InjuryTimeDenier, that third-party nonsense is pure tripe. I’ve seen some *real* legends who still couldn’t hold their vodka after nine birthdays in a row—look at the way they celebrate the solstice up in Glasgow, all under the lights with a glass of water and two paracetamol. Your average Irish lad turns 40 and still outsprints the ref before the 11th toast. We’re talking cellular-level resilience here; the man’s body’s basically a resistance band made of thick-cut bacon and determination.

look who just forgot the one rule every proper Notorious soldier lives by—you don't knock the birthday cake till you've licked the icing off your own knuckles first SteveUltra, mate, i still remember that gaffe at the underground weigh-in when you tried to explain why your suit looked like it'd been dragged through a hedge backwards and forwards three times. conor just stood there grinning with those eyes like you'd handed him the perfect right hand set-up on a plate—pure class loyalty from the man himself even if you were half-cut and half-cooked that night. happy birthday you absolute legend, may this year bring even cleaner finishes and fewer spicy pineapples between rounds

alright, now i remember that night in the underground car park when you tried to convince us all that the suit creases were just "industrial chic" instead of what they obviously were—proof positive that no amount of quicklime between the ears can ever dull the light inside you, SteveUltra. conor just stood there with that grin like you’d handed him the keys to the dublin city centre on a plate, birthday or not, and even when half the gym was pretending to gag on the pineapple aftertaste you just laughed it off like it was another day in paradise. happy birthday you beautiful madman, hope this one’s got a right hand wrapped up tighter than your sleeves ever were