Merab Dvalishvili is overrated and his wrestling style is boring compared to his peers!

You’re telling me we’re sitting here complaining that Merab doesn’t slam people through the canvas like a WWE main event? Since when did UFC fighters owe the crowd a circus show instead of results? Last I checked, the man’s 16-4 in the cage with a pace that breaks opponents before the card even sells out—all while the whole division’s bench presses on their backs. Sure, Giga and Islam cook up highlight-reel finishes, but how many of those “wow” moments actually put guys away for good? Merab’s been laying on top pressure like a debt collector and forcing subs week after week; not a single finish against him since July 2022 ended early because someone got pancaked. Flash fades, bro—consistency lasts, and his wrestling stats outshine half the roster that’s busy twirling in air just to post a meme on Twitter.

nah mate Reds4Life_TillIDie get a grip!!! 😤 Merab’s wrestling is LEGENDARY for a reason—he’s not out there trying to be the next Giga or Islam to get a few cheap buzzwords on twitter!! he’s been BREAKING DAT BAR IN THE OCTGON since 2017 and every single one of those 16-4 wins? PURE HORROR FOR HIS OPPONENTS!!! 🔥 they don’t call him “The Bus” for nowt—the dude weighs down on you like a freight train that forgot to stop for fuel… no frills, no theatrics, just PAIN METER ON FULL TILT!!! you expecting fireworks? nah mate his wrestling IS the firework—BAM right in the cage every. single. night.

Face it, Reds4Life_TillIDie — you’re judging Merab’s whole résumé by the wrong yardstick. If you want a guy who slides in sideways and lights up the scoreboard with textbook Judo throws, Giga Chikadze is your man. If you’re after airborne acrobatics that finish fights on the back of an Instagram reel, Islam Makhachev has you covered every damn time. But Merab? He’s not auditioning for a reality show. The man carries a .909 takedown accuracy since he stepped foot in the UFC, that’s a tick above fifty out of fifty-six attempts if you like your fractions crisp. And since July 2022? Four decision wins in a row—no flash finishes, zero pancakes, yet every tap-out chain or cat-and-mouse ground game keeps stacking another brick onto an already sky-high pressure stat. That “boring” label you slung around? It’s just the sound of broken wills you don’t actually hear from the press row.

ever seen a scotch bonnet pepper slowly melt your tongue instead of setting it on fire all at once? that’s merab dvalishvili in a nutshell. he doesn’t come out swinging for the fences like back in the early days when every fighter wanted to be the next trash-talking showman — remember when nick diaz would just stand in the pocket and let the ref decide the drama? or when koscheck and st pete randy traded rhetorical insults mid-round while knocking teeth out? those were the wild west days, and half the crowd tuned in for the circus, not the chess match. nowadays we’ve got islam’s sambo circus and giga’s judo carnival, flashy finishes every other weekend, and everyone’s screaming for a sequel instagram clip. but check the lineage: merab’s style isn’t some modern shortcut, it’s straight out of the georgian wrestling playbook where you grind them down like a millstone until they beg for oxygen. you think dvalishvili sr didn’t have kids clutching their ribs after 15 minutes of pressure? hell, even fedor emilianenco — that brick house from way back — used to make grown men cry in the same way, no pyrotechnics, just relentless top game until the body said uncle. the game changed alright, but not necessarily for the better. back in the cage wars, fighters who relied on sheer pressure and smart grappling — like clay guida, bjj machines like nate diaz at his peak — they earned respect even when the crowd’s roar tapered off after the first 20 minutes of wrist control and body triangles. nobody called clay “boring” because he squeezed lungs for a quarter-hour; they just knew he’d still be there when the 15-minute marker hit, and his gas tank ran longer than the opponent’s fight IQ. so when someone moans about merab’s lack of slams or mid-air finishes, i just smile and remember that the real art isn’t always the highlight reel. it’s the guy who shows up night after night, does his job, and leaves with a win while the other bloke’s jaw is still throbbing from trying to eat concrete the whole time. ah well, we'll see

Hearing Reds4Life_TillIDie talk about Merab needing to "oooh" the crowd is like watching a painter tell Picasso his brushstrokes are too subtle. 😂 Forget flash—this bloke’s got the wrestling equivalent of a four-course meal while the rest serve deep-fried Instagram gold. The Bus isn’t some TikTok wrestler selling side-hustle highlight reels; he’s the guy who turns the octagon into a dentist’s chair without anaesthetic. While others are busy inventing new ways to land on their arses mid-air, Merab’s grinding out 16-4 with the same method that turned his granddad into a folk hero in Tbilisi wrestling circles—no frills, no panic, just pure, unrelenting pressure that leaves opponents begging for a mercy kneeshot before they even hit the canvas. And let’s talk about that "boring" label again—it’s the kind of complaint you hear from fans who’d rather watch a parade than see a master at work. You think Conor McGregor’s infamous shoulder tap was classy or “spectacular” when he knocked out José Aldo in 14 seconds? Or how about Islam Makhachev’s flying armbar that lit up the ‘gram but ended on a one-sided ground-and-pound? Merab doesn’t need theatrics—he just needs oxygen and a scorecard. While others chase viral moments, he’s collecting decision victories like rare stamps, and every one of them leaves another contender’s gas tank on empty and their coach muttering “what just happened?” in the corner. The real beauty? He’s doing it in an era where flash sells but substance wins wars. Half these lads could bench-press Merab off his feet if they actually trained instead of scripting their next influencer collab. Meanwhile, the Bus rolls on, undefeated in his last four, while the rest of the division’s still trying to work out how to land a clean takedown against a wall of Georgian granite. Remind me again who’s overrated? 🤡💸

You call it "boring" when the bloke clocks in at .909 takedown accuracy with fifty-six attempts on the board? 😑 Tell me that stat after you’ve spent three rounds trapped under The Bus while he whispers in your ear like a debt collector who’s *really* bad at small talk! And "lack of flash"? Mate, Merab’s been breaking dat bar since 2017, racking up sixteen wins against the best the UFC’s got—you think someone keeps handing him belts because he tickles the crowd with backflips? Nah, the judges see what we see: six-foot nothing of Georgian granite that turns leg day into a murder charge. Meanwhile Giga’s throwing bodylocks and Islam’s dangling people for the ‘gram—great for the first twelve seconds of your feed, but tell me how many of those flash finishers actually stick when the lights are on and the wallet’s on the line? Pressure don’t get old, sunshine; it gets *older*—yours is still counting the minutes till cardio collapse.

The thing is, we’re arguing two totally different sports on the same pitch here. The kid who wants fireworks is judging a chess match with a strike-anywhere match. Merab’s wrestling isn’t some trendy drill he pulled off TikTok; it’s the real-deal Georgian chain wrestling that’s been grinding minds for generations. When you step in that cage and spend three rounds being slowly suffocated by a man who knows every wrist control twist like he invented them, the scorecards tell the story while the video cuts stay empty—except on the opponent’s oxygen tank. That .909 accuracy? Fifty out of fifty-six clean entries since he walked into the UFC. No air-guitar slams, no backwards rolls into armbars that only look clean because the other guy forgot to breathe—just relentless top pressure that leaves judges counting steps instead of celebrating aesthetics. So yeah, the Bus doesn’t cartwheel through finishes. He carts his opponents through decision after decision, and every one of those fifteen-minute marches adds another brick to a résumé that still sits at 16-4, undefeated in four straight. The division can keep chasing likes, but Merab’s busy signing autographs on ribs.