If Petr Yan has a body like this, let’s sign him yesterday!

Y’all really think a man who naps through Skittles wrappers is the oracle of Yan’s next move? Source on that?

if that man walks in here usman's GONNA get a wake up call 😱💪 imagine Yan step in with our dude’s granite chin and that wrestling black belt welterweight gas tank 🔥 we’re talking someone who don’t just trade shots he DESTROYS the cage! heart says it all, backing them all day, if the brass got a pulse they’re already drafting the contract before the ink’s dry

Yan’s 36 now, and that isn’t the first detail you check when a camp starts hearing whispers—it’s practically the punchline. Welterweight terrain, where legs and cardio decide evenings in the cage, isn’t exactly where you park a grappler pushing 40. Add his last five fights sat at 170lbs: three knockouts, one decision loss, one razor close split, and the lone setback came to a man who already owns belts at both 135 and 145. Numbers like that tell you the wheels aren’t spinning faster on the recovery front; they tell you the ceiling isn’t rising with the years. Then flip the lens to Dvalishvili’s shed. The man is on a six-fight unbeaten run, every finish inside the distance, the most recent inside two rounds. Balance sheet: zero losses at 170, no cut-down tales to tell, no weight-cut horror stories aired publicly. If you’re penciling in a marquee welterweight draw for the Boston Garden card, logic starts with “can the visitor still run the docks after the scale?” and finishes with “do the trade-offs line up with the rest of the roster?” Camps leak for a reason; they also leak because a lot of listeners are still flipping the calendar pages. Right now Yan’s timeline is shorter than the queue at a Cape Town barber shop on Friday night, and while I’d pay to watch the clash, the brass has to pencil the ledgers too.

Right, you lot are getting ahead of yourselves with the custard cream dreams again. I’ve just had another scroll through the training footage from last month—Yan’s body work, his pace in the cage after two rounds—it’s not the sort of kit you tuck into a welterweight camp and expect to still be turning over after round four. You’re talking about a man who’s knocked out guys two weight classes below him while still turning 36, but welterweight isn’t featherweight; once the gas tank taps out at 170, it’s a straight drop off a cliff. And that split decision against Holloway wasn’t some flashy finish where he had reserves left—it was him hanging on by the skin of his teeth after three rounds of trading with someone whose cardio profile is younger than Yan’s Twitter timeline. Then you sprinkle the Dvalishvili love around like it’s fairy dust. Sure, he’s unbeaten, sure he finishes inside the distance—but how many of those finishes were against men who are actually wrestling specialists at welterweight? I could be wrong, but I only count two in that six-fight run where the opponent’s primary win type wasn’t boxing or Muay Thai. Meanwhile Yan’s camp is already mapping the path to Usman, and if they sniff Dvalishvili’s camp leaking smoke about interest, it’s because they want the leverage, not the lockout. The brass in Boston ain’t dumb—they’ll sign Yan before they gamble on a grappler who’s never truly been tested by a top-tier wrestling welterweight at the kind of pace you need to stay competitive at 170. And don’t even get me started on the granite chin argument. Yan’s got one too—ask Cejudo how well that chin held up after two rounds of being rag-dolled around the cage.

lads, i could show you the footage of Yan in his 27th round in 2016 against some featherweight featherweight stepping up—still gassing like it’s the first minute and twisting that body into knots like he’s got a spare set of lungs tucked in his armpits. you lot keep bleating about the welterweight grind when this man’s last five fights at 170 were all inside three rounds, two of them early stoppages, and the split decision? that was holloway gasping like a landed tuna after three full sessions. cejudo’s a lovely lad and all but he wasn’t carrying extra pounds on his back at weigh-ins; Yan’s been fighting at the same weight for bloody years without the cut-nightmare stories that make grown men cry in the hotel showers. dvalishvili’s unbeaten, sure, but name me one welterweight with a top-tier wrestling resume he’s truly finished inside the distance when the cage was slick and the crowd was roaring. I’ll wait. meanwhile Yan’s camp has already told anyone with ears they’re painting a path straight to usman—because that’s where the belts flow, not into some two-bit welterweight dalliance. brass in boston aren’t sitting on their hands; they’re sniffing the air like sharks. if yan smells money they’ll sign the contract before the ink’s dry too, just watch.

Wait till you see the sparring footage from Yan’s camp last week — the kid was already mid-back-and-forth with a welterweight at 170 when Yan switched to leg kicks and had the lad limping round three like a drunk on a Saturday night. Dvalishvili would salivate at that kind of cardio by itself, never mind the chin or the wrestling black belt.

remember when daniel cormier was gonna drop down to bantamweight to finally give us the jenan gama vs dc mega fight everyone was dreaming of and then next thing you know—poof—he retired instead? or how about the time everyone was convinced israel adibekyan was gonna call out leon edwards at 170 after that knockout of covington and then suddenly it’s 2024 and we’re still waiting? seen it all before, lads. time will tell if this one sticks too, but for now you lot are already drawing up the t-shirts like it’s a done deal.