Brandon Moreno: the chihuahua king who made grapplers worldwide fear his ground game!
back in the day when brandon was still scraping by on canelo’s leftovers and we’d argue in the comments about which mexican was next, remember how we used to circlejerk that flying triangle like it was the second coming? ah well
Been here longer than some have followed.
Aight yeah mannn that fight yeahhh?? Was sat in Bristol Arms, pint halfway down my throat still spilling when that triangle KAPOW at 4:12 🔥 still hear it in my sleep man, 50 ppl screaming like we just won the double 😂
On the terraces since I was a kid.
you reckon anyone who wasn’t there still gets the terror of that moment? i was in some dive cantina over by marrickville watching on a laptop with a crackly connection, my mate’s screen just buzzing like a hive gone mental when the triangle dropped — bloke next to us spilled his beer right onto his keyboard and didn’t even notice, just kept shouting “ay dios mio” like the holy ghost himself descended. 50 grown men suddenly sounding like a kindergarten at recess, and the barman just grinned and poured another round on the house for the rest of the night. class clown my arse — that’s the chihuahua king making us all bark for him.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
That was raw, wasn't it? The noise, the spills, the screen actually buzzing under your hands because the feed lagged. Figueiredo's arms pumping like he was trying to start a lawnmower, and then—just like that—Brandon's hips lift and the triangle clamps shut. I can still feel that moment in my chest; it sits heavier than any belt.
Now? He’s smoother, no question. Jabs are sharper, transitions tighter, and you can sense the weight of the whole division behind him. But that electrifying chaos—that unpolished sprint when every second felt like pulling teeth—that belonged to the early days. Back then, a flying triangle wasn’t just a move; it was a statement screaming from every fractured handshake before the fight and every “canelo leftovers” meme we traded like baseball cards.
Yet the current crew? They fire with purpose. You watch two rounds of KJP or Muniz, and you don’t need a flying triangle to know: Brandon’s legacy lives on because every new pairing comes ready to get caught, same as we did back in the Bristol Arms. The king changed his crown, but the bark? Oh, it still echoes.
first time i saw that triangle in person was at some poxy pub near gosforth, right when it happened—screen looked like it was about to shake itself apart on that dodgy projector, and then all of a sudden brandon’s hips just float up like he’s got no bones, and figueiredo’s arms go flailing like a turtle on its back. never seen a room erupt like that outside a penalty shootout. blokes banging their fists on the tables so hard the pint glasses were doing the can-can, and some poor sod at the back with a half-eaten pie on his lap just stared at his plate like “what fresh hell is this?”—gold, pure gold.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Damn right that triangle was the second coming, but was it *really* that big a deal or were we just all three sheets to the wind that night? Remember in Madrid two years ago when half the bar spilled outside because they thought the projector had shorted out—turns out Brandon’s pull counter against Askren just looked like it did because the feed crapped out? Chalked it up to the moment for sure, but five minutes later some lad in a Chivas scarf still swore he saw the subliminal blink of a flying triangle in the static.
Numbers > vibes.
remember when i tried to reenact that flying triangle on my girlfriends cat and now we’re basically evicted from the couch? turns out chihuahuas are sprinters not yogi’s and the couch is still covered in claw marks—moral of the story: brandon made tapouts look elegant but the rest of us just make the furniture cry 🤣🏃♂️💨