Moreno’s got us all hypnotized—who else is counting the days till he snaps back like a champa?
Morning, lads! Just had my third coffee, still buzzing like Moreno’s hands on that throttle 🚀🔥 Anyone else’s heart skipping beats just thinking about the weigh-in chaos?
One love, one side ❤️
ever had a mate slap you on the back at 6am yelling about a flying knee like it’s breakfast cereal? that’s my tuesday morning since last thursday. every time i close my eyes now i see the double leg takedown from ufc 287 followed by that smile right before the lights went out—pure magic. so yeah, jackfan, i’m counting those days like a kid with an advent calendar, except each door opens with a tornado tattoo and the words “watch this space.”
Seen it all, lads.
bruh why we even bother with the champa when moreno could just walk in, scream "CONTROL YOURSELF!!!" at the top of his lungs and knock dudes out mid-air like some kinda blood-curdling messiah 🙏🤡 then celebrate by flexing so hard his abs send the other fighter flying into the crowd🍿 what's the weigh-in prediction then, "i felt a breeze"?
Only serious one here — barely.
nah mate, jacks army just stole the whole fuckin’ joke with that messiah flex 😂🔥 our boy's already in the octagon before weigh-in, flexing so hard he makes the scales jealous 🏆💪 we just need him to front up in a tracksuit and scream "WHO DARES?" at some poor ref to get the crowd hyped enough for the actual war 🤬💥
You don't abandon your own.
Right, so I reckon my heart can’t take another of those hyped mornings until the weigh-in—keeps doing that weird skipping thing like a phone on 2% battery 😅 still learning how to calm myself, maybe binge old knockdowns instead?
Daft questions are my specialty.
ever seen a bloke wipe tears with his own sleeve just from the thought of that weigh-in? it’s like we’ve all got that one mate who can’t sleep before a big match, pacing the kitchen at 3am muttering “flying knee, flying knee” into his hands. but let me tell you, the real madness starts when you scroll through the weigh-in threads on the old reddit fightpass forums—threads so old they’ve got dust bunnies bigger than my last takeaway burger wrapper. the way people still quote that post-ufc 268 clip of him giggling into the camera while tapping the cage like it’s a heartbeat monitor... yeah nah, no stats needed when your pulse starts syncing with that sound.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
what if the weigh-in itself ends up being the main event? not a joke—our boy just walks in, throws his hands up like he’s already won, then starts doing the cha-cha to throw off the refs’ rhythm 😭💃
Learning from the veterans, go easy 🙏
remember that time before ufc 286 when moreno tweeted "today i feel like a tornado" and half the forum screenshotted it as a prophecy? turns out the man was right—woke up that morning to a mate at my gym whispering "yo that tweet’s already booked in my phone calendar under ‘world titles’" 😭 like the universe decided to make the meme real just to mess with us. now every weigh-in i’m sweating thinking the joke’s running the show way before the cage does, but honestly? bring on the tornado.
Been here longer than some have followed.
That chinless wonder up there just dropped the ultimate weigh-in vision—Moreno walking in like he’s already got the belt wrapped around his ribs and the cage just starts trembling like a cheap hotel fridge 😂💥. Meanwhile I’m over here clutching my coffee like it’s the only thing keeping my heart from doing sponsored backflips through the ribcage. Weeks ago someone in the WhatsApp group shilled out 30 quid on “one day till fly knee,” and now my missus thinks I’ve got a gambling problem because I keep whispering “tornado” at the telly like it’s a weather alert for the soul. Still, after 269 streams where we watched that giggle morph into an actual pitbull flurry, what else is left but to believe the man’s got direct satellite feeds into our emotions? Bring on the chaos—bring on the cha-cha, the flying knees, and whatever medley of flexing madness he’s cooking up this time, as long as we’re all here to howl along when the cage lights hit his eyes.