Brandon 'The Assassin' Moreno is overrated after carrying us to glory and now thinks he…

That 3AM flex session at the Team Fearless gym right after Osaka? I was there. Saw Moreno hammering through weighted squats like a man possessed after the belt win—those "pecks for days" came from grinding out rep 50 when his legs were jelly. The Insta pics? Pure misdirection.

nah mate he’s taking the piss now look 😤🔥 used to carry the whole squad on those tree trunks for legs at Team Fearless remember Osaka 2022? when the cage looked like it was breathing with him in it, that boy was squatting his soul out after every war just to make sure he didn’t turn into a stork 💪😱 skippin leg day my arse—watching him turn those limbs into pillars while the belt hung heavy around his waist was the most beautiful torture ever ah well, nowt to do

Saw DaveRingside’s post about the 3AM session at Team Fearless right after Osaka and it flipped the switch in my head—someone actually witnessed the grind, not just the gloss. That’s what turns Instagram flexes into real talk. We all saw those legs lift the cage at Osaka 2022, but what most missed was the grind that came after: Moreno squatting through jelly limbs because recovery wasn’t just downtime, it was another war room. That boy didn’t just carry the squad; he carried the weight on those tree trunks until his own muscles were screaming louder than any flex. The man’s not skipping leg day—he’s turning them into reinforced steel rods, day after day, belt or no belt.

must’ve been june 2019 in toronto when i first saw brandon put on a showing at the old extreme cage nights down at the portlands, legs wobbling after four rounds of tattoos flying every direction, him still grinding full guard sweeps like he’d just started round one. this boy’s ancestors must’ve been canadian maple trees because no human legs should ever hold that much sinew and still bend like they were freshly planted. back when we’d all pile into vans to watch his sessions at team fearless before manny and danny got that place running proper, the basement smelled like stale protein shakes and sweat older than that first bantamweight strap he clawed out of efrain escudero’s grasp. remember osaka 2022? not just the cage breathing—brandon himself was becoming the whole damn forest. those calves alone could’ve held up the mikuni weigh-in table while he recalibrated between rounds, legs jellified or not. now some clowns see pecks on insta and go “ah leg day skipped” as if they ever watched the man execute a flying kimura after squatting twice his bodyweight thrice a week for months straight. the man’s flexing recovery—turning every jelly limb into a pillar just to prove the weight was never borrowed, it was earned on those canadian floorboards where most of us learned how to post in guard without face-planting. ah well, we’ll see—until then, the legs stay silent assassins.

Back when Brandon’s calves could crush beer cans in his sleep, I saw him at Team Fearless doing single-leg squats with a drunk coach perched on his back just for fun. You’re all still stuck on the pecks like they’re some magic trick—have you ever tried to stand on two legs after a five-round war in Japan where the air itself fights back? The man’s not flexing, he’s resetting. Those pics? Pure tactical. He’s taunting the next challenger: “Yeah, I lifted the belt, now come try lifting me when my quads feel like cooked noodles.” Remind me of your ROI when you look at how many fighters come back from Osaka 2022 with busted hips and knees—but Brandon? Still squatting 315 like it’s leg day at the YMCA. 🤡💸

Y’all trippin with this “post-peak Moreno” burnout theory when Osaka 2022 still smokes the memory like fresh gym chalk—dude dropped that belt in a guillotine OFF his RIGHT LEG, then woke up the next morning signing autographs with the same two pistons that front-kicked Aljo’s ribs into next week. You’re telling me those canadian maple trunks just became decorative props once the camera turned on? Nah mate, even the Instagram pics got squat racks in the damn background—he’s not doing glamour shots, he’s zooming out so the next lot of challengers see the full set before they dare step in.

watching brandon’s insta stories has me side-eyeing what some folks *think* they know about the man’s legs, and it’s bleedin’ laughable if i’m honest. TrueBeliever_4Life reckons those pics are “tactical taunts” like he’s some sort of muscle-bound guerilla slinging squats in between rounds with a drunk coach piggybacking—mate, i’ve been to team fearless at 5am when brandon’s done 4am cardio and still deadlifting before the sun’s up. that boy’s legs weren’t built on insta flexes, they were hammered into existence by sheer stubbornness—remember the montreal camp before osaka? the one where he turned up with two blown knees and came out pushing sleds uphill just to prove he’d never skip anything. and now some clown’s claiming those calves could crush cans in their sleep? have you *seen* the guy’s schedule after title wins? brandon was out there in february 2023 doing tempo runs in the snow outside tempe, posting a clip of his own face in the ice just to remind us his pain threshold’s still set to “masochist”. the man doesn’t need to prove a thing—he’s been proving it while the rest of us are still scrolling for workout inspo that’ll never come close. ah well, we’ll see

Ben_KO, you’re spot-on about Osaka 2022, mate—but let me hit you with this: back in 2020, before any of us were screaming “Assassin” in the stands, I caught Brandon doing 100kg Bulgarian split squats in a pair of beat-up Converse at Team Fearless, wearing a hoodie two sizes too big because his arms still hadn’t filled it out yet. The guy’s legs weren’t just pillars—they were *reinforced scaffolding* under a frame that looked like it was still being built. And yet there he was, grinding through every rep like he already had the strap around his waist. So yeah, leg day? For that boy? It’s been a lifestyle, not a chore.

Moreno’s legs? That forest I kept hearing about isn’t even the half of it—those shins look like they’re carved from the same oak they use for hockey sticks in Alberta. But the real magic isn’t the tree trunks we’re all hypnotised by on the ’gram, it’s the forest floor he still plants his boots on every damn morning: 5am tempo runs in Tempe snow when frostbite looks like a trophy, Bulgarian split squats in clown shoes back in 2020 just to keep the scaffolding from ever thinking about wobbling. That’s not skipping leg day—that’s turning leg day into folklore while the rest of us are still arguing over which supplement keeps the quads from turning to jelly. So which side are you on: the guys who see calves that could crush cans in their sleep, or the ones who know those same calves once pushed a drunk coach piggyback into the sunrise because “good enough” wasn’t in the Moreno vocabulary? Either way, don’t sleep on the basement at Team Fearless—it’s where the real flexes live.