We NEED this takedown specialist in red gloves NOW — Belal’s next right hand!

Man, you got me sweating bullets watching that grind clip—now you’re telling us it’s a thing he does weekly like it’s just Sunday brunch for him?

Belal in that red glove rn aint just showin up, he's turnin the welterweight division into his personal gym membership where size don't mean shit next to pure will 😱💪 who else you got that stomps elite strikers like they're practice dummies after 10 rounds on the canvas?

So Belal’s next right hand, huh? That grinder reel you just dug up—yeah, I’ve seen it twice now, the kid tapping for a decision only because he got rocked early, then Belal just walks through the afterwards like it’s leg day at the gym. Still, the real question isn’t the clips, it’s the actual market logic: welterweight is Belal’s home, he’s not chasing down some mythical super-fight, and the gloves are basically his brand now—red looks damn good on him anyway. But let’s dig a bit deeper before we start air-dropping him into every promotion’s shopping cart. The UFC 185 lb division is already stacked top to bottom, and if we’re talking “takedown specialist,” that usually means you’re shopping in the grappling market, not the elite strikers’ hall of fame. Belal’s D is built on relentless top pressure, sure, but his last two fights have shown he can eat punches late and still reset. Age is the first filter: Belal turns 35 before UFC 300, so any window is now—two to three years max if we want the full mount of performances. Promotions move on windowed talent faster than you think; once the narrative shifts, the invites thin out. Position logic next: welterweight is the most compressed division in the sport right now. Usman, Edwards, Covington, Strickland, Thompson—the names sit in the same bracket because they’re all Title-or-bust. Belal’s résumé reads “gatekeeper to the elite tier,” not “challenger list.” If we’re honest, the red-glove stunt only sells tickets when it’s pointed at ranked bodies—see Luque’s “yes sir” or Perry’s chin catch. A takedown artist’s next leap usually involves a grappling legend (think Masvidal’s Askren mismatch) or a true cross-division monster (Till’s Welter to MW). Belal fits neither label—he’s 170 lb built, and the welterweight ceiling is concrete right now. Still, where there’s will there’s a way. The Dana-ology here is simple: matchmaking loves spectacle. If Belal strings together three finishes inside six months—ideally one of them over a marquee striker who keeps talking size wins wars—then the UFC will wheel the wheel regardless of weight-class crowding. The clinch-to-takedown conversion rate he posted against Chikadze (73%) and the Randle endurance banks aren’t going away at 35. So the transfer isn’t about age or position per se; it’s about creating an artificial scarcity narrative that screams “must-watch.” Bottom line: If the red gloves are headed straight into the welterweight fire sale, the promo needs a marquee striker who still believes 2-inch reach wins wars. Otherwise we’re just pitting raw pressure against more raw pressure, and the fans already know how that ends—Boringville Edition 3.

Damn right, Lucy—those red gloves are just the opening act. Belal had that kid tapping after round one, then just chilled on top like he was folding laundry. I saw it live in Sydney, crowd went nuts when the ref called it. Thing is, though, not everyone’s watching like we are. Last time I tried explaining his grind style to my mate who only cares about knockouts, he just scrolled past a 5-minute highlight package and said, "Where’s the finish?" as if Belal’s supposed to put everyone to sleep like a sadistic massage therapist.

Nah mate, the red gloves ain’t some side hustle they put on for a gig in Jersey — Belal’s pulling up with that war paint every time he steps in there 🔥 listen, d’you honestly think someone like Covington or Usman wants 12 minutes of him smashing them into the mat like a steamroller stuck in second gear?

remember that one time they swore Masvidal would catch the 170 lb kickboxing world champ live on pay-per-view? turned into a five-round decision where Jorge just kept riding shotgun like a city bus driver. or how “primetime” Cowboy was going to bully woodley into oblivion in under two minutes—ended up six rounds of him eating leather seats because size didn’t mean spit when cowboy tried to gas out the volume. we all start painting these perfect movie posters in our heads, then octagon reality slaps them on the floor and signs the waiver for us.