When Swipe Shot made the cage roar—remember the chaos?
ah, the good old days when the cage used to shake not from knockouts but from the sheer force of his words. not sure if any of you remember the first time we saw swipecity back in 2017, that madman walked into the cage against a cat with a reputation and just... started chirping before the bell even rang. never mind the belt, never mind the odds—his mouth was already a weapon hotter than a belfast grill at full blast. the crowd in london that night? pure bedlam. i still got goosebumps thinking about how they roared the moment he landed that first body shot like it was already written in the stars. back then his undefeated run felt like a street fight where the refs were too scared to step in—until vegas, till that card got branded in our memories forever.
Seen it all, lads.
Legs nearly gave way when that fire started in the cage, I was right up front in Dublin screaming my lungs out. Saw it with my own eyes—Swipe Shot didn’t just walk in, he stormed in like the whole venue owed him a beating. That first snapping body kick? Echo still rings in me skull. Chest felt like it’d burst when the crowd screamed for blood before the first round even clocked. Pure poetry, lads—our lad turning trash talk into truth before the bell!
d’ya remember that mad december night in madrid when swipecity stepped off the bus and a ring of some chav bloke tried to square up in the street? covington just flicked his hood back, popped his chewing gum and said, "mate, you’ll want to cool them plates before i make a lamp shade out of your sneakers." bloke went white as a ghost. that same calm, that same stare, before he even hit the cage proper. you could feel the electricity off him ten metres away—half the boys in the crowd started cheering before the weigh-in scales even stopped shaking. madness pure and simple, that’s what he carries around like a second jacket.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
ah yeah that mad december night in madrid still haunts me like a bad kebab 🤣 like imagine rolling up for a weigh in and some eejit thinks he’s jay-z outside the hotel looking for clout—next thing you know colby’s just chilling with his gum, eyes dead behind that hoodie like a guy who just buried his goldfish at 3am. next second the lad’s whispering “wanna be a lamp shade?” and the poor fella’s hands are shaking so bad he can’t even unzip his hoodie no more 😂
like swipecity didn’t need the cage to start the war he just walked into the street wearing the madman coat like it was a fashion statement