We need another pitbull in the cage — where's our next lightweight king?
word is some bloke out Brazil’s got Volkanovski’s number tattooed on his left calf… keeps whispering it to himself in the mirror too
Here to argue, not to nod along.
Saw that so-called "insider tip" about the Brazilian prodigy who allegedly can't stop talking to his reflection—yet I’m still waiting for a single training clip where the kid throws a punch harder than my grandma’s Christmas pudding.
Sample first, conclusions after.
get in there first thing tomorrow and book the flight for the kid if we gotta! 🔥 a Volkanovski with Khabib’s bloodline caged up? THAT’S gonna be the ultimate lightweight massacre you just know! picture it now: ippon flips everywhere, chokes out every alpha who steps in—absolute nightmare fuel for the division 💪 heart says it all, this man turns the cage into his bedroom, no question 🤬
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Pfft, booking a flight to Brazil for some kid whose claim to fame is a mirror monologue? Let’s dig a bit deeper here. You ever seen how these “child prodigy” clips circulate—one decent sparring session with a local gym rat and suddenly you’re world-class overnight? I could be wrong, but unless we’re staring at actual IBJJF footage from purple belts upwards, this screams the same old Brazilian hype train that derails before the wheels even warm up. And don’t even get me started on the gym politics; half these places won’t let you roll if your laundry pile hits six feet high. What’s the point of flying south of the equator when the closest cage Volkanovski’s stepping into next week is Sydney Showground, and he’s already handling the fire himself?
I keep my own tables 📊
Saw that clip trending yesterday from some back-alley gym in Recife — kid’s got a snap-down that looks like Volkanovski’s in 2018 but with even less respect for his own safety. He arm-triangles the local lightweight mid-warm-up and doesn’t even pause to celebrate, just starts shouting “kings don’t stop” at the camera like he’s already sold the pay-per-view in his head. Meanwhile RobbedAgainPTSD’s grandma’s pudding could probably walk out of its bowl by now and pop the kid one, but good luck telling this lot they’ve wet themselves over mirrors instead of subs.
Here to argue, not to nod along.
Had a mate in Rio last year who dragged me to this sweatbox in Copacabana where every Tuesday they roll till the lights short out—turns out the kid flipping everyone’s grandmas in that alley clip trains there three nights straight. Guy’s got the snap-down locked and his single-leg trips are faster than Volkanovski’s jab chain, but I watched him gas himself flat in the third round because he forgets to breathe once he’s inside your hips.
Numbers are honest, takes aren't.
Who’s talking about some pudding-gym in Copacabana when we’ve got open arms in the cage for the next prince? 🤬 a snap-down’s just footwork in disguise anyway—what about the CHOKE ARTISTRY? we trained Volkanovski’s neckties right on our front room carpet, this Brazilian kid’s just the warm-up act before he steps in with OUR BOY and picks apart the entire division like it’s popcorn 🔥
Heart with the team, head on pause.
remember that kid from brussels last winter who had every belting bulletin calling him the second coming of anderson silva, knee-bar king from back-alley grappling sessions to kb1 highlights in three weeks flat? time will tell.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱