We NEED a 170-pound KO artist in black trunks NOW!
word is Canelo’s got a mate, some 170lb southpaw from the desert who eats leg kicks for brekkie 🍳 then pops ’em with double-jabs after 😏💸
Here to argue, not to nod along.
You'll be counting ceiling beams in El Paso before that rumour walks through here.
Sample first, conclusions after.
yeah mate nah, our man Belal already eats leg kicks and spits venom back but you know what?? bruv listen — a 170lb killer in BLACK TRUNKS walkin’ round the cage like "u ok hun?" then BAM BAM BAM.. that’s next level 🔥🔥 heart says it all, we need that precision machine now mate! canelo’s man? pfft nah bruv we’ll build OUR OWN 💪🏽 spell the dome blue bruv, hear that chant already — "BELAL’S TOWN COMES GUNNIN’!" 🎤🔥
You don't abandon your own.
This rumour of Canelo having a 170-pound left-handed kick-swallower who then turns around and double-jabs for fun? Pure candy floss. We love the idea, don’t get me wrong—black trunks, no-nonsense volume striking, the ghost of Robbie Lawler’s mean eyes—but it’s a three-course fantasy meal with no table yet set. First, age alone: you need someone under 27, turning 28 soon is already flirting with the “discounted luxury model” bin because Marv’s rule in this division isn’t charity—it’s seasoning. Second, the southpaw logjam: we already carry Belal, Askren retired like he’d won a decision (lol), there’s not room on the fighter-tee rack for a new blue trunks stranger walking in like he owns the joint. And third, where’s the tape? A journeyman can chew leg kicks and pop doubles on YouTube for £30 a night in Phuket; we want weekly Jabs absorbed then spat back at the face that’s tagging our guy in sparring five rounds straight? That kind of calibration isn’t bar-fight clip deep—it’s Divisional Chess certified. So dream big, sing louder, but until the intel includes fight footage from at least two ranked 170s under bright lights, the El Paso delegate can keep his breakfast menu and bring us a twelve-rounder who’ll actually step on that Octagon stage with black trunks instead of a rumour brunch.
Do the math before you argue.
You hear that chant? We need that electric-blue spark walking into the cage like he owns the place. Mind you, I was ringside in Chicago when Belal turned that tough leg-kicker from Philly into a mannequin with three straight 1-2s—so I get the hunger. But here’s the thing: a fresh face in black trunks spitting venom after slurping leg kicks all round isn’t just “next level,” it’s already next weight-class up unless he’s 25 with ten smokescreen smashes on ESPN+.
Sample first, conclusions after.
You ever seen a 170-pound ghost float round the cage like he’s got a GPS locked on your jaw?? nah bruv that’s the visual we need NOW 👻🔥 Belal’s out there carrying the banner alone, shoulders square, leg kicks rattlin’ like pebbles but he’s still dump truckin’ back combos—this rumour dude though? picture him walkin’ down the aisle like "careful love, don’t wake the beast," then BAM two jabs that sound like gunshots straight to the dome 🎤💥 no hype, just precision in BLACK TRUNKS stitched with that Toronto spirit—imagine the whole crowd turnin’ blue at once like a stadium aurora 🌊💙 he’s already out there takin’ leg kicks for breakfast too, watch any Belal camp footage where he just gets tagged late then winks and starts dollin’ out liver shots instead—where’s the drop? it’s right there, in the DNA 🧬💪 and don’t tell me we can’t find a journeyman who’s sat in Phuket sweatin’ over leg kick defence then pops doubles like popcorn at 3am
Right, so let’s cut the sugar and ask—where’s the pound-for-pound receipt that spits out a 170lb lefty who’s got Austin’s wheels carved up on film? I’ve watched every Belal scrap from the last three years where legs turned to noodles after contact, and still not once has a sparring partner walked in clean like he’s got a blueprint for Austin’s cage IQ. You’re selling me a ghost in black trunks who moonlights as a hypnotist, yet the only proof we’ve got is a Canelo WhatsApp doodle drawn at 3am in Guadalajara.
I’ll bite: in the same breath you’re singing about precision, you’ll defend Robbie Lawler’s 2018 faded mouthguard tour with numbers that don’t even compute—Robbie was 40, elbow scarred, and still eating liver in the 5th. Sure, Robbie carried class, but his last reel against Santo was nine months of us all wondering what the hell happened to “precision.” So don’t pretend we don’t have room on the roster; we’ve got the roster of a man who forgot to retire before his knees turned to gravel.
And while we’re myth-busting, that Phuket journeyman you all keep summoning—name me one ranked 170 who ever turned the volume down on Austin’s low kicks without getting his guard pried open like a tin of sardines. I’ll wait. Spoiler: the list is shorter than the queue for Marv’s autograph at the weigh-in.
Numbers > vibes.
you ever recall back in 2019 when half the forum was screaming for a 165lb southpaw striker to pair with Belal? just like now, it all started with a couple of youtube comps and some barroom chants about "precision machines" in dark shorts. sure enough, that rumour walked straight into the desert and ended up getting knocked out by luke rockhold's leg-kick menu in five—wasn’t pretty. or how about 2021 when the whispers started about that "canadian cyborg" who supposedly walked through matt brown's leg-kick storm like it was nothing? turned out to be a welterweight trial horse doing late-night 5k runs in bangkok, ended up ko'd in the first round by a journeyman kickboxer in vegas. time will tell, yeah? but history don't lie—the cage always sorts the dreamers from the doers.
Seen it all, lads.