Volkanovski’s next fight should be a five-round war with someone who dares to knock him down—who’s with me?

You ever watch him after that Chandler fight in the car park at UFC 294? Dude looked like he’d been hit by a bus *and* a tram.

Mate, are you watching him when he’s in the deep end? That Chandler cardio slump was a blip not a trend—heart says he’ll torch anyone sent in next. Look at Ortega, five rounds and Alex still had gas to taunt the home crowd at the end, that ain’t nothing. Body shots rocked him, yeah, but the chin? Pure granite, always bounces back. Chandler tired him out cos Chandler’s one big animal, not cos Alex lost his head. You wanna see a chin under pressure? Make it a five-round war with *Miller*, the dude hits like a wrecking ball and scares nobody off, that’s a proper test. His lungs will cough but the mouth guard stays in—Alex lives for that heat, brings his fire when they bring theirs. We seen the beast roused before, remember McGregor’s last big stand? Same script coming if they dare bring the pain.

TouchlineLoyal nailed it with Miller—exactly the prescription to scrub Alex's last cardio hiccup out of the conversation. That man hits like he’s swinging a sledgehammer and has never once folded to pressure; remember the first fight against Poirier when he dropped the high kick and just kept coming forward? Five minutes later Poirier was wobbling on the ropes. Volkanovski vs Miller over three would already be carnage, so imagine stretching it to five. You’d get Anderson-like output from Alex—every time Miller lunges you can bet that nose will leak again, but he won’t retreat, and Alex thrives when the other guy’s hurt more than he is. The Chandler blip matters less than you think if you watch the replays; Alex wasn’t gassed, he was clipped. Chandler landed 57 significant strikes to 36 that night, but the damage came in short bursts—once he backed off, Alex reset and started hunting the takedowns again. That tells me his gas tank is still there, it’s just rude opponents who dare to bang him hard enough to make him use it. Ortega proved it: round five Alex was still grinning at the crowd while Ortega’s breathing sounded like a broken vacuum cleaner. So yeah, sign Miller for five. Make them knock him down first if they want to see a different side. I’ll buy the front-row tickets for Sydney and bring the noise, cos that’s when Alex’s fire comes out to play.

ever try rememberin how ‘19 felt london gasworks ufc there was this bloke called woodley swings a mean overhand right and half the crowd thought volks had his name on the glass and then next second he’s stuck a cage switch elbow off an angle and woodley just folded like a camping chair but the thing is alex came back four weeks later adelaide showed dustin poirier who could crack walnuts and guess what alex caught a clean straight left in round one — really clean — staggered him, got taken down, and after two minutes of punishment on the ground poirier left him there like a used tea bag and still alex spat out his gumshield walked to the locker room and by weigh-in day he was fine back then the talking heads said his chin was made of porridge and his cardio vanished the second you breathed on him — sound familiar? twenty-somethings weren’t even born when the man started knocking out guys bigger than him in the cage and every single time he copped a big shot he’d laugh and hit you twice as hard while you were busy rubbing your knuckles — always forget that part, they fixate on the knockdown not the come-up now chandler comes along round three lands a big body hook knocks him a little sideways and half the forum scratches its head asking where the superhuman lungs went — but ten minutes later chandler’s stumbling to his corner dazed like he ran into a train and alex is still alive grinning like he just polished off a steak dinner so yeah bring miller bring the man who wrecked maia’s teeth and still walked off after fifteen minutes of pure hammering — i’ll pay for the front-row ticket too cos when volks smells blood or hears 45k chanting his name he forgets what tired feels like and starts trading in body shots that’ll make you book a dentist appointment before the bell

That Chandler clip where he drops Alex early in round three and the guy’s still standing talking trash twenty seconds later—seeing that got me more hyped than the knockdown itself. But here’s what bugs me: Miller isn’t the same test as Ortega or McGregor; he walks forward yes, but once he feels leather, he’s the one who gaslights you until the ref saves your face.

Damn right a five-round war’s the only cure for whatever the hell *that* Chandler stunt was—since when do we measure a man’s granite by the first body shot he cops in round three? 😂 Alex stood up from that hook like it was a love tap and Chandler was the one left wheezing in his corner. You see Miller dancing around like he’s avoiding puddles? Nah, man, he *hits*—and when his fists meet Alex’s face after two minutes on the button, we’ll find out if "tired" was ever a real word in Volkanovski’s vocabulary. Ortega’s gasping noises were cute, but Miller? The bloke’s built like a fridge with arms—you land clean, you’re booking that dentist appointment Ultra mentioned, not Alex. So let me ask you lot this: who else here actually *expects* Miller to walk through fire for five rounds instead of folding into a prayer when Alex switches to bad intentions? Spoiler—I don’t think the welterweight division coughs up anyone who can stare down a frenzy when Alex starts swinging. Bring the man, watch the beard turn red.

Miller’s problem ain’t stamina, mate—it’s that he’s the one who folds *before* his own arms give up. Alex hits first every time he switches to bad intentions? Yeah, but so does Miller when the going gets rough—just look at Masvidal, how that turned out. You lot are stuck on “he walks forward,” but walking forward ain’t winning wars, it’s getting your lights punched out cos you forgot how to pick up your feet. Five rounds against Miller isn’t a test of Alex’s chin, it’s a 15-minute slog where Miller lands two clean shots and then spends the rest hiding in half-guard praying the ref doesn’t see he’s done. Ortega gasping at 4:50? Cute. Miller turning into a mannequin at 1:50 after one clean counter? That’s the reality check we need. Alex stood up in Chandler like a champ—sure—but Chandler’s power is front-loaded, and Miller? Dude carries dynamite and a mech suit: lands clean, lights go out by round two while Alex’s still got wind left to taunt. You wanna see Alex’s granite? Make him fight *Bisping’s* rematches, not people who scare themselves into oblivion after they start breathing hard.

still missin the point, mate. bisping’s name gets chucked out like it’s some holy grail but let’s not pretend bisping wasn’t basically a heavyweight who ran from anyone taller than him after years in the league. alex dusted him twice when bisping’s chin was already picking up rent on the injured list—hardly a chin test for volks when the bloke could barely lift his own gloves between rounds. miller though? different beast. the bloke’s taken bombs from guys half his weight class and still finished fights. that’s the chin you measure against, not some retired journeyman who folded to gaston bolivia in his prime. and badbeat, stop acting like miller turns into a mannequin after one clean shot—he lands clean plenty but then he keeps coming, and that’s where alex’s fire starts to roar. you remember the first poirier fight when miller dropped him in the second and what did poirier do? he spat his gumshield out, stood up, and started swinging again like a man possessed. that’s the miller you get in five rounds: one clean shot in the pocket, then alex answers with a switch elbow that drops him like he’s been poleaxed. you say miller folds early? the stats say different—he’s been dropped nine times in his career, sure, but he’s only been finished twice, and both times were in the first round. five rounds? that beard’s seeing daylight by the third, and alex will be the one grinning at 45k while miller’s corner flings ice water down his shorts. the chandler “blip” was round three, not round one. alex stood up like it was a friendly pat on the back and then turned the screw—five more minutes of takedowns and grinding while chandler was still trying to remember how to breathe. miller won’t give him that luxury. the man walks forward yes, but he doesn’t know how to pull the pin on a grenade and walk away. bring him, stretch it to five, and watch alex start trading body shots so heavy that by the fourth round miller’s dentures will need a postcode.

I had Miller walk into my local gym once—turns out the bloke isn’t just built like a fridge with arms, he’s got the posture of a man who hasn’t learned the word “defence” yet.

Saw that first Poirier Miller in '19 like it was yesterday—Alex didn’t just eat a clean right hand to the dome and keep walking, he *immediately* switched to bad intentions and landed a switch elbow so brutal they replayed it for two weeks. Three months later in Adelaide, Alex started against Dustin with a *clean* left hand that staggered the G.O.A.T., and Poirier’s corner had to haul him off the canvas like he’d just come back from the dead. But that Chandler clip still niggles because round three is a different universe for Volkanovski—he doesn’t gas out in 4:59, he gasps in 0:59. Still, bring Miller? Absolute yes. The beard *loves* fighting men who forget how to use their arms after round one; watch him start dropping elbows like hailstones while Miller’s left hook hangs in mid-air waiting for a catcher’s mitt that isn’t there. My brother’s a high-school wrestling coach in Toronto—kid trains in Milton—says Miller’s stance collapses under lateral pressure like wet cardboard after a snowstorm. Alex just needs to get him sideways, and the fridge with arms turns into a mannequin before the scoreboard flashes.

That Chandler clip? Yeah, I’ve watched it 50 times—Alex’s legs turned to jelly for like two seconds, but the moment Chandler tried to follow up, dude was already stumbling into the ropes like he’d just run a marathon on a hamster wheel. Miller walks forward? Sure, but how many five-round wars has he *actually* finished outside the first round? Let’s keep it real: the bloke’s chin is a turnstile with a neon “open” sign. Ortega gassed at 4:50? Miller’s been dropped nine times, finished twice—both first-round naps. You really wanna bet your last dollar on that maple syrup texture holding up after Alex starts cooking with gas? Bring the man, let him taste the inside of Alex’s left hand for three rounds straight, then watch as Alex switches to that trademark pressure—suddenly Miller’s gas tank ain’t the problem, it’s his face trying to remember how to breathe. By round four, the fridge turns into a pool noodle, and Alex’s still got enough juice to spit out eight more takedowns while Miller’s corner does the “come on, mate” dance around the stool. Five rounds? That’s a suicide watch for Miller, not Alex. Who’s booking the flight?

nah mate, Miller’s chin’s got more holes than a colander in a monsoon 😂 stats say he’s been dropped nine times—fine—but how many of those hits were *in the pocket* from a volume striker who *actually* pressures? Chandler? A tickle fight compared to what Alex brings. Miller’s all "frige with arms" till the first body shot, then he turns into a deflating balloon—remember that first Poirier? Alex lands *one* clean left to the dome, next thing Poirier’s staring at the ceiling like he forgot his own name. Miller’s only finished twice in *first rounds*—real talk, if he gets tagged clean after a minute, his corner’s flinging kisses to the ref cos his legs just gave up the ghost. Alex stood up to Chandler like a champ cos Chandler’s power fizzles after round one—Miller? Dude *lives* in that first two minutes, then his gas tank turns into a holiday 🏖️. You lot keep saying Miller walks forward? Yeah, and Alex walks forward *into* people’s worst nightmares. Bring the fridge, let him tank three clean shots while Alex starts cooking—by round three Miller’s gotta buy a respirator off eBay, and Alex’s still got wind left to sing "Advance Australia Fair" in his corner. Who’s actually scared here, the bloke who folds before his own arms give up or the man who *still* grinds after eight rounds against Ortega? 😤

Five rounds with Miller isn’t just a fight, it’s a public dissection—if we’re being honest, the only real mystery left in MMA is how many elbows Alex can fit into one follow-up sequence once that beard starts blinking at his own toes.