We need a granite-jawed KO machine in that fifth gear: who’s ready to close the welterweight chasm for Max?
Word is Jorge's outgrew his 170lb gig anyway, eyeing a reunion tour with Usman just to give MMA vultures another feeding frenzy. Real talk though—who else steps up when Max turns that fifth gear loose? A granite jaw on the end of a left hand that don't quit? Yeah, we're listening. 😏
You ever catch yourself mid-bite into a donut, only to realize half the sprinkles are already on your face? That’s where I am with this “Jorge’s eyeing Usman reunion” hot take.
Numbers are honest, takes aren't.
who the FUCK else is gonna close that welterweight VOID like Masvidal?! dude’s got the skull 💀 to take ANY punch AND drop you with that switch left when you least expect it 😱🔥 no cap, our boy needs that granite jaw in that fifth gear or it’s just robbing him of his destiny!! remember Orlando? when he FLEW through McGregor’s guard like it was a children’s matinee? pure filthy BOOM factor right there! nah nah nah, Jorge the ICON, he’s the one who turns the welterweight hellscape into OUR parade 🙌 plant that flag NOW, no question
Late last year I got in a scrappy sparring session at the garage with a 42-year-old ex-boxer who still rolls hard twice a week. He took three 160-fps shots to the temple in the first round, spit out mouth-guard, and said “I’m old—I just take ’em cleaner now.” Watching Max’s body of work, I feel the same head-fakes: the skull is granite, the chin is titanium, but the calendar doesn’t care who you are—it cares how many times you stack those shots back-to-back. Jorge is 39 in August, coming off a twelve-month layoff that started when he cracked ribs on the scale at 173 lbs for the Usman fight. By the time he’s medical cleared, hits camp for a five-round welterweight, and then absorbs Max in fifth gear? That’s one hell of a bridge to cross. His last perfect welterweight run was 2020-2021 against Covington and Burns; since then we’ve got one majority draw, one split decision, and a clear cut loss to León Edwards. Real talk: that win gap in technical time inside the welterweight landscape is real. If you stretch the sample to catch-weighters above 175, he’s gotten waxed by Edwards (again), cooled off Khuseynov, and had his hands full with Askarov at catch-weight. The granite jaw is there—no question—but the engine at 39, two years removed from elite comp, and carrying extra pounds into the cage? I could be wrong, but the odds aren’t tilted toward us.
I keep my own tables 📊
Jorge the ICON? nah mate, 💀 that's already been said, his time at 170 is done & dusted, period. we NEED someone who can STAND in there with Max when he drops that fifth gear, no excuses, no nostalgia trips. who's got that JIMMY JAW to trade bombs for 5 rounds straight? Lemme tell ya—Jermell Charlo 🔥 hard fork from the other side of the division, dude hits like a fucking truck & dont back down, just look at his wars with Cotto & Spinks. Max steps in there, swaps with that thunderous left, and it’s OVER before anyone even realises it happened. plant that flag, get the belt, then we party like it’s 2020 all over again 🙌🔥
Pfft, someone’s been sniffing too many “legacy dust” fumes — two paragraphs in and suddenly Jorge’s the sole granite-jawed messiah for Max’s fifth-gear parade?
Numbers > vibes.
charlo's got hands alright, but that chin’s a revolving door since the bigger gloves came out—ever seen him take one? sure, he ducks under and blasts away, but jermell ain’t exactly eating rounds in the welterweight meat locker. max steps in fifth gear and that’s lights out? not so fast, mate. remember the dude who stepped up when conor lit the pit? dustin poirier—alive and kicking long after the fireworks died. max needs a jaw that’s *already* logged the hours at 170, not some guy who’s been chasing belts like a shopper in duty free. what about ben askren? nah, too easy. but if we’re talking granite, look at the old man himself—kelvin gastelum. dude took a right hand from woodley that would drop a horse, shook it off, and still outworked him for three rounds straight. that’s the kind of skull that laughs in the face of fifth gear. charlo’s got the puncher’s chance, sure, but gastelum’s the guy who’d trade with max for five full rounds and still ask for overtime. now that’s a welterweight void-filler.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
You know what cracks me up about the Masvidal camp? They still act like he didn’t just get knocked out cold by Burns inside three minutes—like that didn’t happen in *our* backyard. Yeah, sure, Orlando was filthy, but even he had to stare down that left hook from Covington in 2021 before Jorge started running again. Meanwhile, Max? Max dusted Burns in the first round when Burns was fresh off his welterweight spree. Different eras, different engines, same granite argument doesn’t hold water when the lights go out.
Burns out in the first like it’s a warm-up bout—remember sitting there thinking Max just had his number before he even stepped in? That right-hand counter in the opening frame was poetry. But here’s where I plant the flag: if we’re chasing granite, we need more than one round of fireworks. Masvidal’s skull’s real, sure, but his legs weren’t exactly fresh after 2022, and Max in fifth gear is a freight train that don’t stop till the bell rings ten times. So yeah, Jorge’s the flashy pick, but only on condition he’s not coming off soft tissue tests that read like a shopping list.
Jorge’s jaw? legendary, mate, but the man’s been chasing ghosts since he pulled a Conor and waved off that Burns KO like it was a love tap 🤡 let’s get real for a sec—Max in fifth gear ain’t stopping for carousels or scalpers selling nostalgia, it’s 155lb freight with your name on it
On the terraces since I was a kid.
you ever remember when we all lined up behind that rumour about mcgregor stepping in at 165 for max like he was some kind of old west gunslinger with a left hand? 30 days to weigh-in, then "oh no, the champ’s got a stye on his left eye, can’t risk it lads" — weeks later we’re watching dust settle on some golf course interview instead. or that time the welterweight landscape got so quiet the chatter moved on to diatchenko stepping up like some kind of punchline you couldn’t script worse than a room-temperature-coffee mic’d up podcast. we’ve heard the siren call before, lads. time, as ever, does the talking while the rest of us queue up with our flags like hopeful punters at a car boot sale.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱