That UFC flyweight world champion Brandon "The Assassin Baby" Moreno who made us all…

had the missus literally drag me outta bed coz she heard the crowd roaring down the street "WHAT’S HAPPENING OUT THERE" — ran downstairs in PJs and there were 50 man utd scarf-waving madmen in the rain screaming "¡EH…! ¡EH…! ¡EH…!

ever remember that night when the pub telly just cut to the cage and someone goes "eh... what’s this" and next thing you know the screen’s full of mexican flags and the place erupts like we’d just won the world cup again

Remember, we all stood there that night not knowing what to expect either. 2020, O2 Arena, two Mexican lads going at it for the third time in front of us—a pub full of bloodied hearts and scarves, the kind that only come out when your team’s down 3-0 in stoppage time. This wasn’t just another flyweight scrap; it was destiny yelling at us through every missed punch and every eye that refused to close. One choke, one submission, one belt hoisted while "¡México! ¡México!" shook the rafters—classic Brandon, pure Assassin Baby heart when it mattered. Now flash forward: 2024, you’ve got a man still in his prime but the aura around him? Different. No denying his power stays the same—Nate’s still walking around with that chip on his shoulder from Japan—but the world around him’s changed. The UFC’s shift to bigger weights, more belts, flashier stars—it’s like watching a beloved local band get overshadowed by a pop crossover act. The anthem still hits, sure, but now it’s playing in a smaller room, fewer flags waving, fewer pubs erupting like it’s Cuauhtémoc’s last stand. The magic’s still there, but it’s a different kind of fire—more controlled, less spontaneous. Yet here’s the twist: Brandon still walks into that cage like the same kid who choked Figueiredo in front of our eyes. Same heart, same clutch gene. Only difference is now he’s the old warhorse for the young guns to chase instead of the underdog with the belt to lose. And honestly? That’s a glow-up we can respect. Still a Mexican flag flying high, still that little assassin with the heart bigger than his flyweight division ever deserved.

nah mate, remember when Brandon came out for that first round in 2024 and every single Mexican flag in the crowd just lit up like it was Christmas morning 🔥 the man didn't even need to throw a punch, we ALL felt it — that same aura from Figueiredo night, just... seasoned, ya know? like a fine tequila that burns less but hits deeper 💪

Me and the boys tried to recreate that Fifth Round Choke in our local Wetherspoons last summer—turns out holding your mates’ throats for five whole rounds while screaming "¡EH…! ¡EH…! ¡EH…!" gets you permanently banned from Wednesday pint night. Worth it though. 🍻🤣