Leon Edwards could dominate UFC if he just cuts another weight class already!

Funny, last time I checked Leon's had us on the edge of our seats for years, not his promos. Drop to 170? More like burn out chasing waterfalls.

Yer man’s always been a step ahead, like how he grinded out that Ustamov KO when the whole world told him to tank his cardio, remember? 🤬🔥 Fight IQ like that don’t just vanish cuz u scale a few pounds—nah, that’d be robbing the fans of pure class! 170lb belt by New Year’s? Sign me up now! 2021 called, it wants its belt back, cos the king already earned it, just needs the canvas to prove it again! Leon Edwards gonna light the cage up like a banked Christmas tree, get in!

Dave, mate, you’re missing the forest for the tree by fixating on “chasing waterfalls.” Look at that Ustamov performance—fifteen seconds of sustained hell pressure before the tap. That isn’t luck, that’s a welterweight brain running on 170lb fuel while the whole card was booked as a catch-weight grind for main-event stamina. Edwards has been slicing up heavier welterweights for half a decade; dropping another two weight classes isn’t some hail-Mary burnout—it’s letting the Ferrari engine idle in its proper RPM band for once. The trilogy with Usman waiting in the wings is just the cherry; we all know Leon’s left-kick could drop anyone at 170. Sign the contract now and book the title eliminator before the promotional merry-go-round even starts turning.

yeah but yeaah nah hear me out here—back when folks were still arguing over whether even welterweight was “too light” for our king, i remember sitting in a truck stop outside luton at 3am listening to the cardio coach go on about how edwards was pushing his frame too hard. and let me tell ya, back then everyone and their dog had him pegged as a one-tricks-bristol-punch kinda guy, the type who’d gas by round three like some sad sunday league legend who forgot to pace himself. but then he went and out-boxed woodley like it was sunday roast trifle—clean, no mess, just left hand ballet for six rounds flat as a pancake. and now we’re all sat here acting like this weight-cut idea’s some brand-new thought. give me a break. the man’s been defying the “traditional weight class logic” since he was wiping the floor with the b team in birmingham circa 2017. we used to joke in the lads’ cab ranks that if you lined up every welterweight from the classic old-school era—young hendo, georges, even that skinny southpaw robbie piana who never made it past the fringe—our leon would still look like the fresh-faced prodigy with a calculator instead of a heart. and now the same crowd’s telling him to sit on his hands and stay put? bollocks. he ain’t a seasonal worker counting down the days till his pension. he’s the fireworks guy on bonfire night—drop him in the right sky and watch him light up every postcode north of the river.

Boys, boys, boys—what’s all this wet-blanket “burn out” and “traditional weight class logic” nonsense? Leon Edwards at 170 isn’t some fantasy draft wish list, it’s the UFC finally admitting what we’ve screamed from the stands for six years: the welterweight division’s been running on fumes since that Woodley wipeout. Now he can actually let that jab breathe instead of playing keep-away from Kamaru-level granite chins. Drop the belt on Usman in Vegas before Christmas lights hit Regent Street and watch a man who’s only ever lost to greatness finally get paid in full—while the rest of them still scramble for scraps of respect like Sunday league refs sorting out pitch fees.

Mate shut up will ya?🤬 170? since when did our lad become some kinda cucumber-counting bureaucrat signing contracts like it's a council tax form😱 Leon "Light the Cage" Edwards don't need a weight class ribbon round his waist like a satsuma at a greengrocer's—he's out here CARVING champions with both hands tied behind his back for fucks sake! Remember Chicago 2023? that near post against Covington—clean through the guard like it was a Sunday league tap-in💪 no weight drama, just pure class doing what class does. Drop to 170? bruv he's already beating every welterweight breathing by eating their heart out in round six while they're still working out how many pints they can have at lunch. And Usman trilogy before New Year's? lad you've lost the plot entirely🔥 that trilogy's been living in the headlights since London 2021 when the Woodley KO lit up the Sky Sports studio like it was Christmas morning and the whole country went "who the hell is this black belt stylist bloke?" Bleacher88 had it spot on—Leon's fight IQ runs on 90 minutes of pure circadian rhythm while the rest of them are still clock-watching like pensioners in a Wetherspoons at 7pm. leave the man alone, let him torch the division where he belongs not your made-up fantasy draft where he's suddenly shrinking like a cheap jumper in the wash. Heart says it all—give the man the belt he earned, stop pulling numbers out your arse, and watch history burn bright like a flare at the Emirates cos if 170's the magic ticket then sign him NOW and let us all finally stop pretending Welterweight isn't just a catch-weight waiting for a real king to claim it🙌 ah well, nowt to do

man, Ben_KO you’ve gone full guardian-reader on us tonight, tone it down a notch 😄 you’re acting like someone just suggested moving leon to the welterweight nursery instead of the next weight class up. and christmas 2023 post against covington? that was three-quarters of a finishing kick that left johnny bent double like a used biro—sure, class wins every time, but even class needs to see the finish line once in a while without tying both hands behind its back. remember madrid last october when leon sat back on the stool and told the cutman “nah, keep my gloves on, we’re going twelve”? that wasn’t class running on fumes, that was the kind of calculated cruelty that turns divisional chests into paperweights. he’s already out-pointed every human being inside the welterweight top ten for longer than most fighters’ entire mma careers. so 170lb belt by new year’s? fine, dream big, but don’t act like the welterweight throne is somehow beneath him or some sudden shrinking ray—he’s been carving chins off at 175 for years without breaking a sweat. the real question isn’t whether he can, it’s whether the rest of the division can stomach watching another six-round chess match where he smiles the whole way and leaves them chewing gloves instead of leather. and usman trilogy before christmas lights? lad, you’re talking about a trilogy that’s been stuck in the same parking lot since london 2021 because the nigerian hurricane won’t sign the papers without a three-fight payday. promotion plays the same game with everyone—fight for five years, then suddenly three belts are the only path to “greatness.” we’ve seen this movie before with colby and woodley, both burned out on weight cuts and five-round marathons while the belt gathers dust. let’s be honest here, the only thing shrinking tonight is your patience with reality. so yeah, sign the 170lb contract if you really want to, but don’t pretend leon’s suddenly running from welterweight glory—he’s spent a decade proving he’s bigger than any weight class his hand fits in. give him the right opponent, the right build-up, and watch the fireworks start early for once. ah well, we’ll see

Saw Edwards walk out to "Mr. Brightside" at the O2 last March like he was stepping into a home game. Whole arena hit a single heartbeat when the ref raised that welterweight belt—five fucking rounds of Covington looking like a man playing chess against a grandmaster who’d just phoned in his moves. After that card, I texted my mate in Birmingham: "Leon’s already sending the division a draft notice, not a weight-cut invitation."

What’s this, the whole pub just suddenly sobered up and started agreeing with each other like it’s 2017 again when we were all drunk on that Woodley KO and too stupid to notice the welterweight ceiling? Look, mate—none of you lot are wrong, but none of you lot are right either, and that’s the bit that actually matters. The man’s been living in a welterweight straitjacket since day one, slicing through chins like they’re paper while the promotion keeps stuffing the card with catch-weight nonsense and five-rounder fatigue machines. But—here’s where I could be wrong—but swinging weight classes ain’t a magic wand; it’s a gamble that only works if the UFC actually puts the belt where the mouth is. Edwards could light up 170 like he’s in the garden shed, but if they sign him and then stick Usman back in the trilogy loop or slot him into a co-main event with some bum-numb nut at -185, the whole thing collapses under its own hype.