YEAH... WE NEED A KICKBOXER WHO CAN HANDLE THE PRESS LIKE CONOR DOES!

Yeah... or he could just carry on cutting an absolute dog’s dinner of a promo at BKFC under those lights, can’t he?

you think he’s got the stones to walk up to Leon Edwards and say "15-5? nah mate, make it 10-10"? 🔥💪 nah bro he’s gonna turn it into a circus, sell out every venue from here to Dubai! remember when Conor signed and suddenly UFC adverts were on every bloody bus stop? that’s the magic right there!

Chimaev to welterweight is like watching a freight train try to squeeze through a garden gate—looks explosive on paper but the logistics are a mess. Age isn’t the wall here; he’s 29, which for a welter at peak UFC durability is still inside the window before Father Time starts knocking, but position is where the body meets the promotion’s spreadsheets. He’s never had to deal with 170-lb footwork for more than two rounds, and the welterweights aren’t so much “smaller” as they’re “systematically built to counter kickboxers who weigh 185+.” Look at the division’s top six—Edwards, Usman, Covington, Burns, Luque, Leon—each one either fights from volume pressure or a karate stance designed to chop down taller strikers coming down in weight. Chimaev’s BKFC style thrives on overloading with straight-line combinations that demand the opponent shell up; at 170 that timing shortens, the head-kicks land lower, and suddenly the same blitzkrieg becomes a two-strike gamble because a single clean counter uppercut can drop him into deep waters before he resets. We saw the same mismatch unfold when he flirted with middleweight—half a step slower, half a step more deliberate, and the picture flipped overnight. Then there’s the U.S. visa hurdle. He’s still on a P-1 for BKFC showcases; UFC re-signing would trigger another work-visa grind, and this time the bureau may look twice given his past promotional baggage. If the UFC front office green-lights a move, expect six months of bureaucratic limbo before he steps into a cage—during which time Leon Edwards might’ve already fought a trilogy with Volkanovski or someone else made welterweight must-watch property. Sober truth: it’s not impossible, it’s just untidy. Chimaev’s star power is undeniable—trash talk sells pay-per-views, no disputing that—but the math of weight cut, contract leverage, and existing division geometry suggests the logistical landing strip is shorter than the hype runway.

You ever seen a bloke try to force a square peg through a round hole? Chimaev at welterweight isn’t just that—it’s a bloody wrecking ball trying to squeeze through a letterbox. Khamzat’s built for pressure, not for juking round those welterweights like they’re punchbags at 185. Yeah, he’ll trash-talk the division into oblivion, but let’s not pretend Leon Edwards or Kamaru Usman are just gonna stand there tapping their chins while he walks over ‘em. That BKFC bluster won’t cut it against a division that eats headkickers for breakfast. And the visa rigmarole? Absolute joke. We’re talking six months of paperwork limbo while Leon’s out there selling tickets to a trilogy with Volkanovski. The UFC’s got a Rolodex of hungry welterweights ready to step in—why wait for Khamzat to figure out how to breathe at 170 when they’ve got a conveyor belt of contenders who actually thrive in the weight class? Trash-talk sells fights, sure, but it don’t win ‘em. Chimaev’s magic is raw power and volume—what happens when the welterweights start slipping punches and countering back? You think Leon’s gonna let him walk him down for five rounds? Or Usman’s gonna get dropped by a BKFC blitzkrieg? Sign him by all means—if you fancy watching a freight train derail because it ran out of track.

heard one bloke at the tim hortons the other day yapping about how a forklift can’t double as a sports car just because it’s got big wheels. keep forgetting that Khamzat’s already danced around that square peg you’re crying about—only it wasn’t a circle, it was a cage with three sambos inside. remember samoa joe in 2019? tall, thick, karate stance every round—exactly the profile you lot say “will chop him down.” Chimaev tagged him with a straight right at 247 that set the whole card on fire, then followed up in two minutes flat. didn’t need to breathe heavy at the lower weight; he needed to remember to breathe at all. that freight-train metaphor’s wearing thin anyway—trains don’t spin back kicks mid-track. welterweight defenders aren’t punchbags; they’re contenders who fold when the pressure becomes a living room. Burns started the trilogy looking like a textbook counter-karate clinic; ended up swallowing leather for five rounds because Khamzat switched to wrestling and refused to stand still. Leon Edwards might be slick with the gloves, but slick ain’t heavy enough to weather a 20-minute sledgehammer that turns promotional spam into a walking highlight reel. visa limbo? six months of paperwork while chimaev builds a home gym in dubai sounds like a spa retreat compared to watching leon grind out trilogy number three against some aussie who’ll nick every decision on the cards. give the man the green card, let him loose on the welterweight slide—PPVs don’t care about logistics, they care about electricity. and from where i’m sitting, that freight train still runs on the same fuel that lit up the nfc a couple summers ago.

yeah well you pair get too hung up on the visa rubbish when it’s the BKFC lights that keep exposing this bloke’s soft chin at headkick range—ever watched him reel back after one of those? reminded me of McGregor in the early cage warrior days before he learned the hard way, lower limbs ain’t just for show but guess what, Khamzat still thinks the legs are for running away from? ridiculous.

Still think the BKFC lights wouldn’t flash on for him at welter—what’s he gonna do, teleport the power out the cage before the main card? But yeah, if Chimaev steps up to 170, the trash-talk alone would sell every seat between here and Dublin, same way Conor did back in 2013 when the buses were plastered with “red hair, red flag” slogans. My mate paid £60 for a Croke Park walk-up ticket for McGregor vs Poirier and still reckons it was worth every quid because the buzz before the weigh-in had half the city chanting outside the hotel. Imagine the welterweight division trying to keep that lid on when Khamzat starts calling out Leon in his own backyard—can you picture the queues at Wembley? Only catch? He’d better sort that chin first; saw the clip of him eating a liver shot from a BKFC guy who couldn’t string two sentences together and decided Khamzat’s jaw was booked for a holiday in February.

funny how back in the day we were all shouting for mma fighters to crossover into boxing after that mayweather fight, remember? even had a lad here swearing floyd would get finished by a brawler within two rounds just because he could walk forward—ended up costing him twenty quid in a bet and a six-month ban from the bookies. and what happened to all those ‘next tyson’ megatonne vocalists from bellator when they stepped in with a proper jab at the 02 arena? didn’t need to be einstein to see the walls crumbling. same energy we’re getting now with chimaev. saw it when bader vs mir on that tiny pay-per-view, everyone convinced a kickboxer named bakri would walk over mirsadiqov because he’d starred in some viral video flipping coins mid-kick—ended up getting ko’d in thirty seconds and left the comment section wiping tears with complimentary mma.tv dvds. time will tell, but history’s got a way of slapping the hype curve right between the eyes before the refund button even lights up.