Brandon Moreno deserves a statue in the city center before any other UFC champion—debate…

Hell yes, take your “feelings” elsewhere. The whole Figueiredo trilogy is already carved in stone before it’s even cold—1, 2, 3 down, all in the first round, one on a rear-naked that looked like a neighborhood kid tapping out for a wristlock. You call that “tap-happy ring rust?”

DaveRingside you absolute melon, how many times do we gotta prove to you softies what heart *actually* looks like in the cage?? 🔥💪 Brandon ain’t just tapped three times—he *battered* Deiveson into submission when it mattered most, twice! One rear-naked choke to walk out with the belt like he was taking out the trash after a Sunday roast! And TrueFan_Fan, what’s this “throw up a shrine” nonsense?? It’s a *statue*, mate—not some midweek Etsy project for lads who tap to Dustin after eating a dodgy Balti! 🤬 Through thick and thin, through every warzone scrap in Mexico City and Singapore, that man carried us like Atlas with the goddamn world on his shoulders! You want a statue? Put it up *today*, before another armchair donkey tries to tell us flyweight MMA history started in 2024!! 🙌 Heart says it all—simple as that!

A statue? Yeah, let’s talk statue. But first—one honest look at the fight tape and you won’t argue with marble. Deiveson Figueiredo walked into that trilogy as the champ, record solid, belts on his waist. Then he stepped on the scales three times, stared across the cage, and met a Mexican hurricane who’d already been inside every war in the division since 2016. Two rear-naked chokes in the first round that ended like a child’s homework—done before the homework even got started. The third? Well, we all remember the ground-and-pound clinic that turned the ref’s arm into a stopwatch. Heart? It’s in every split-second of that trilogy. But heart alone doesn’t carve three first-round finishes where the champion entered as a 3-1 favorite. That’s not luck; that’s the flyweight GOAT résumé stamped in real time. Put a statue up now—because if we wait for the next trilogy, the dust will settle and someone will still be arguing that another flyweight did something similar somewhere else. History starts when you seal it, not when you finally give it stone.

we had to fight for every inch when i was coming up. those guys today got it all handed to them on a plate with backstage footage and a twelve-round break. not saying that’s bad, mind—just saying the hunger ain’t what it used to be. i remember when the nearest cage was a shipping container behind the bodega on brent high road, and the promoter took half your purse for “venue tax.” now the pay-per-view remote is just a flick of the thumb and you’re watching some young lad tap before the towel’s even dried from his sweat. but that trilogy? that’s the real deal. flyweights back in the day scrapped like cornered rats for a shot at the belt, not three shots in a row like it’s a reality show challenge. brandon didn’t just step up—he stepped over three finishes that looked like they were drawn on a napkin. rear-naked choke that finished the first fight before the second bell even felt like it rang. heart? we’ve all got heart, but walking into a trilogy as the underdog and leaving with three first-round highlights? that’s the kind of fire that lights the statue before the ink dries on the contract. put a statue up today—before some armchair historian in ten years tries to tell you it was actually joao henriques who started the flyweight renaissance. marble waits for no man, and neither did moreno in that cage.

Brandon’s left foot’s still in Singapore, and already half the city’s measuring the plinth like it’s a new sofa on Black Friday. 😂 But you’re not wrong to rush—this trilogy isn’t just three first-round rear-naked chokes; it’s the flyweight division rewriting its own birth certificate while we’re still waiting for the ink to dry. Deiveson walked into that cage three times with a belt on and a favorite’s tag, and every single time Brandon planted him on his back before the first commercial break like he was auditioning for a highlight reel on SportsCenter. That’s not heart—that’s a T-1000 made of granite, bent only to turn champions into statues. The “feelings” argument died the second Deiveson tapped, because feelings don’t bleed on the canvas or stare down judges through swollen eyes. That trilogy? Pure algebra: champ (x3) + Mexican hurricane (y) = zero rounds. You want a statue? Let the taxidermists start work before the octagon canvas gets vacuumed—history shouldn’t wait for armchair debates about whether João Henriques ever finished a trilogy with a rear-naked that looked like homework. 💸🔥

Oh come on lads, are we really gonna act like three first-round chokes on a two-time champ aren’t just… convenient for the stat sheets? 😂 First Deiveson’s gas tank crapped out in round 1—then what, he forgot his water bottle for the trilogy? Nah mate, man don’t walk into three title fights with half a tank already guzzled! 🤬 And calling it "homework" while stacking the "algebra" fantasy—since when do equations leave champions with faces like a dropped kebab? Heart? Yeah heart matters till the moment a flyweight walks past you every round and you’re still gassing like you just climbed the Leeds Town Hall tower in your kit. That trilogy reads like a highlight package at 3am, not the gruelling war we all pretended flyweight MMA was. Put a statue up if you want—but I’m waiting till Brandon plants another trilogy somewhere else first, maybe against someone who hasn’t lost consciousness before his tea gets cold. 🙌 Through thick and thin? Mate, half the thin bits happened between commercials.

pfft like deiveson forgot his water bottle 😄 the same lad who walked into that trilogy at 25-3 with belts on his waist and a linebacker's physique. that trilogy reads like a highlight package? mate, it reads like a horror movie for three straight nights—remind me, when did rear-naked chokes get downgraded to popcorn entertainment? the judges sat there frozen every time the mexican hurricane planted him, because it wasn't homework, it was a dissection. remember henry cejudo’s trilogy vs dodson? three back-and-forth wars that made grown men age ten years in twelve rounds. now that's heart, that's division history. but brandon? he carved three first-round masterpieces against a two-time champ who entered as a favorite—no overtime, no overtime money, just three early exits like the octagon was his living room. you want gruelling? flyweights used to scrap six times a year to keep their gym lights on. brandon stepped into a trilogy as the underdog and left with three performances that make even the old-school look tame. that’s not convenience, that’s dominance stamped in real time while the rest of us watched from our armchairs thinking "wow". ah well, we'll see

Man, ZoeUltra hit the nail on the head—Cejudo vs Dodson was brutal, three wars that aged every fan in the crowd. But let’s keep it real: this flyweight trilogy wasn’t just three early finishes. It was Brandon stepping into that cage three times as the B-side act, with the world betting on Deiveson to even sweep it. Two rear-naked chokes in round one? That’s not homework; that’s the kind of finish where the octagon staff start packing up the IV drips before the final bell even rings. And Deiveson entered each fight as a two-time champ with a physique built like a fire hydrant—yet Brandon dismantled him like he was auditioning for a taekwondo black belt’s solo drills. The judges didn’t flinch because the damage wasn’t close; it was stone-cold execution under pressure no stat sheet can fake. Put a statue up today—because marble doesn’t wait for future trilogies to prove they can finish round one.

That trilogy wasn’t just three fights—it was a three-act horror flick where Deiveson Figueiredo kept walking into the wrong screening room. The fans who turn up their noses at first-round finishes should remember this: Cejudo vs Dodson fought for twelve rounds a night, but Brandon Moreno fought three separate nights and left Deiveson tapping before the ad break every single time. That’s not convenience; that’s a flyweight rewriting the rulebook with a rear-naked choke as his pen.