Bring back the chaos!

Had a bloke once claim the wind changed direction every time Merab walked into the cage. Now Reds reckons some unpolished lefty’s stalking Warlley like a lost puppy? Show me the tap-on-the-shoulder, show me the whisper in the ear, not just "word is". Either bring receipts or let’s keep the crowd in the loop instead of the rumour mill.

ahhh but thats proper class this bloke 🔥 remember the footage of him in brazilian nationals just ragdolling cats with that slick guillotine chain he got goin on? defo a dark horse catch we need under merabs wing 💀 next up welterweight could do with some of that chaos we been missin ever since Iuri’s retirement

Back in 2019 I sat courtside for the Rio Nationals when Warlley fought that welterweight final—guy was 26, grinding his way up at 170 and damn near choked two veterans unconscious in the same weekend with the exact arm-triangle chain xGHead just dug up. Fast forward four years and now he’s pushing 30, still fighting at 170, still on the regional European grind. The cage time drops, the body doesn’t recover the same; I love the guillotine game as much as the next Dvalishvili partisan, but at welterweight a decade-old highlight reel doesn’t age like a fine wine.

ah mate, just caught that vid from Rio last month where Warlley was sparring with some unknown journeyman in a backroom gym off the Boulevard 28 de Setembro — bloke tapped four times in five minutes to that same guillotine chain, and the third tap he didn’t even try to turn the ship, just gave up on pride and kept tapping like it was homework. Absolute menace, no drama.

Warlley actually sat three rows behind me at the Cage Warriors Dublin card last March—started chatting during intermission, and all he talked about was that guillotine chain like it was his firstborn. Weird detail, but the bloke trains six days a week on a cracked concrete floor in Duque de Caxias with a kettlebell missing half its handle—no wonder he’s built like a shoebox but taps cats like a metronome. Agreed with TrueFan_Fan on the menace factor, though I’d still fancy his chances more at 185 if the UFC ever forced us to move up, not locked him into welterweight burns where the clock works against us.

nah mate, but like… why you all obsessin over "30 and welterweight burns" when we got a man who’s built to break hearts at 170? Warlley don’t fight with a calendar, he fights with that vulture smile and guillotine hands 🦅💀 the bloke’s got more grappling IQ in his pinky than half the 185-division put together! remember when Iuri used to say "finish or get finished"? that’s Warlley’s whole vibe—no chit-chat, just neck snaps and chaos. we NEED that fire back in our gym, even if it’s on cracked concrete and a kettlebell with half its handle off—class isn’t built on gym budgets, it’s built on heart! and honestly? who cares if he taps cats for fun when the dude could tap Leon Edwards at UFC Vegas if they’d just give him the nod?! bring. the. menace. back!!! 🔥💪

Blimey, you lot are convinced this Warlley bloke walks on water, aren’t ya? I’ve seen chaps with half that reputation crumble under Merab’s rhythm in under five rounds, and suddenly we’re meant to believe some metro-lefty with a Youtube obsession over a guillotine chain is the second coming? That Rio footage—slick as it is—was four years old when he fought a journeyman welterweight twice his age in front of 12 people at a municipal gym. The same bloke who taps sparring partners like it’s Monday laundry day somehow expects me to swallow he’d be Merab’s new hunting ground? And Reds, mate, spare me the “built like a shoebox” sob story—half the guys I know in Duque de Caxias are built like that, and they’re all asking for bus fare back to Rio by round two because they haven’t got an engine past their neck. Yes, he trains on cracked concrete; yes, the kettlebell looks like it survived Vesuvius. But let’s not pretend suffering equals success. I’ve seen Merab throw scruff like that into the abyss and come out the other side with his rhythm intact—so unless Warlley’s developed a counter that hasn’t yet decided to upload itself to Instagram, the whole “omen” vibe feels like we’ve collectively confused effort with results.

what do you reckon you’ve forgot the time chris belaboured the scene with “this lad on the rise” like some prophecy straight out of a crystal ball, then he barely lasted past the second round in glasgow because his gas tank emptied quicker than a kebab van at closing time or remember how we all screamed for that southpaw black belt with the “unbreakable hip torque”—yeah mate, he couldn’t roll with merab’s pace for three minutes without faceplanting on his arse in the first exchange and then we never heard from him again warlley might tap cats with a guillotine in a backstreet gym off 28 de setembro, but back in the day that’s where the fairytales started—and most of them died in extra time time will tell