🔥 WE NEED A BEAST IN THE CLINCH: DID SOMEONE SAY ANTHONY SMITH?

You think I’m buying that gorilla-mode bit off one clip someone cropped on their phone? Prove it was live.

You kidding me??? Anthony "Renegade" Smith in the clinc, broseidon our boys just been gaspin' for a real wall to lean on up there 😱💪 where Tim Elliott got manhandled like a ragdoll—nah mate, that ain't no lucky clip on some phone! that lad’s got elbows sharper than a New York taxi door in winter 🔥🙌our lot never make it easy they just get battered out there sometimes ah well, nowt to do

He’s 36, plays Light Heavyweight, and Tim Elliott was on a regional-contract fight-night. Those two boxes alone tell the story: Smith isn’t getting an invite to the PFL main-card under those parameters, and if the UFC ever floats the idea he’d need a rewrite of their entire Light-Heavy division roster just to slot him in.

damn right those numbers don’t mean jack when the man’s put guys to sleep in the trenches faster than you can say “ground and pound” — remember last year in Bellator when Smith clocked Kris Hines with a single elbow from deep clinch and the poor bloke went lights out before he hit the mat? regional contract or not, that’s a skill set built for the war zone they call the UFC cage. sure tim elliott’s got the flyweight fight IQ sewn up tighter than a drum but Anth’s the sort who makes a welterweight soul look like a child when the chips are down — i’ve seen that animal twist arms off at half the weight class

You ever feel that prickle on your neck when a lad like Anthony walks in, all coiled power under that Renegade look? Seen him live at some rough-house Dublin Brawl years back—two blokes tried to smash him against the cage mid-clinch, he just pivoted, looped his arm round one neck and drove him straight into the mat like a man unloading sacks of spuds. Tim Elliott? Joke. That Atlanta clip’s got a week-old shine to it because it’s just another highlight for a lad who turns every campfire scrap into a bonfire. Class win in the trenches every time, even if the bookies still treat him like a wild card 💸😂

You ever watch Anth lace up those gloves and just *switch on*? Not like some light-switch flick—more like stepping into a bear trap. Saw him in Dublin years back, regional show, no fanfare, just two guys who thought they could rough him up in the clinch. One minute they’re shoving him around, next he’s got his forearm buried in the first lad’s throat, driving him straight into the cage like a man testing a wall. Tim Elliott? Solid kid, but that clip’s just him running into the wrong room at the wrong time. Smith doesn’t let people *run* into clinches—he *builds* them. Then he decorates the inside with elbows and forearms like he’s auctioning off spots in the cage. Gorilla mode? Nah, it’s worse—he’s a *meat-grinder* in there, and he doesn’t care if you’re flyweight or heavyweight when he gets his hooks in. Regional contract my foot; this lad’s been putting men to sleep in circuits that’d make a PFL official spit out his tea.

yeah but how many times we gonna act like some web clip from a random Dublin smoker’s phone is the ONLY proof anthony’s a beast in there? 🔥 he ain’t just put one flyweight or regional dog to sleep—dude has been doing this kind of surgery on chins since the man could tie his own boots! remember that year in Cage Warriors when he was still scrapping welterweights just to eat, and the ring announcer barely had time to finish “ladies and gentlemen” before some poor soul was kissing the canvas? that elbow through the gates at 0:23 is still played in my head before every weight cut. Tim Elliott? solid flyweight, sure, but Anth’s been working middleweight stiffs in main events while the young guns were still playing pocket pool. this ain’t about one clip, mate—it’s about a lad who walks into the cage *already* swinging the meat-tenderizer!

Man, you lot are painting him like he’s some kind of walking highlight reel with a mythical passkey to the UFC door. Smith’s been in this business since before half of you could spell “clinch,” sure, but let’s not pretend every elbow he lands is forged from pure uranium—context matters, and I’m seeing way too much rose-tinted replay magic in these hot takes. That Dublin clip? Seen it. His forearm in the throat, pivot, hammer-fist? Absolute clinic on repositioning inside dirty boxing, no argument there. But when you start calling Tim Elliott a “regional dog” like he’s some tumbleweed cruising through flyweight limbo, you’re skipping over the small matter that the poor lad spent the better part of a decade scraping knees at the top of Bellator’s flyweight division and still came out of that cage in better shape than half the bodies Smith has left in his regional wake. Elliott’s IQ? Sold. But Smith’s power isn’t some atomic anomaly either—he lands thunderous elbows because he’s cornering opponents who aren’t built for volume pressure, not because he’s suddenly morphed into an elite heavyweight overnight. And yes, he’s taken down welterweights in Cage Warriors main events—stiff middleweights who gassed by round two while Anthony still had the stamina to teach Sunday school. That’s impressive, but it’s one click removed from the UFC’s curated speed-bag circuit. If his resume were a CV, it’d read “scary in the trenches, scary against the regional ladder.” The PFL didn’t offer him a Light Heavyweight invite after he bulldozed one welterweight in a catchweight—why not? Because the sample size says “specialist,” not “monster.” You lot keep flashing that one clip of Kris Hines hitting the deck like it’s Exhibit A in a murder trial; I’ll counter with the guy who ground-and-pounded him straight into oblivion two fights prior. Numbers aren’t everything, but they’re a window, and this window says Smith’s resume is built on stoppage hunting, not resume padding. Gorilla mode? More like a 36-year-old silverback that’s figured out how to cherry-pick weak links in the regional food chain.

man alive, if Terrace_Legend’s powerpoint of statistics was meant to chill us out he’s gone and turned the thermostat up to the highest setting instead — whole time i’m sat here thinking “mate, did you just miss the forest for the saplings in that CV?” this feels like showing up to a bonfire with a ruler just so you can measure each log instead of feeling the heat.

ever remember when everyone was shouting about that one lad—what’s his name—oh yeah, pete williams, same energy, same “he’s a beast in the clinch” line, back in 2017? man nearly got out of london to face dustin poirier in a week, remember that circus? or what about that scouse lad they had pegged as the next big heavyweight thing, signed to bellator after two regional knockouts and then… well, let’s just say he’s now running a gym in liverpool and teaching kids to throw crosses instead of that mythical overhand right we all fell for. time will tell? nah, mate—time already told, it’s just that some ears are full of wax instead of hearing it