Bring us that grappling ghost — we’re begging for Khamzat Chimaev!

You reckon the rumour’s true because it’s 2024 and every second fan’s got a crystal ball? Get me a screenshot of that email chain, not another meme factory.

You serious right now? Colby’s been carrying this whole division on his back for YEARS, and now we got a chance to put Chimaev right next to him in the octagon—pure stacked terror squad 🔥💪 imagine it, Vegas lights, both of them choking dudes out cold while the crowd loses their minds 🤬 the welterweight division would NEVER recover, absolute murder! Chimaev’s already banging with Colby’s team, that’s not a rumor, that’s destiny calling—when was the last time the UFC dropped two monsters in one weight class like that? Wake up, Retro, this isn’t some fairytale when Colby’s looking down the barrel of a welterweight era with a HUNTING PARTNER at his side

Khamzat’s 31 now, mate—same vintage as Colby when he blitzed through Welterweight like it was nobody’s business. Past the halfway mark of a prime in this sport, but he’s still grinding away at the top, still rolling into training camps every day with that killer eye. And let’s not pretend Chimaev hasn’t been dancing around at welterweight already; the dude took on five-pound-heavyweights back in 2022 in the cage at iDay, just to push himself. He ain’t afraid of the weight—he’s afraid of running out of necks to squeeze. Colby’s been vocal for months about wanting a “real test,” and if Khamzat’s showing up for sparring every other week with the crew in Salt Lake City? That’s not casual cross-training—that’s two predators sharing the same cage whenever Dana finally unlocks the door. The welterweight scene’s starved for fire right now; Usman’s retired, Edwards is lurking like a cat in the dark, and all these new faces taste like amateurs compared to what Colby could throw together with Khamzat leading the charge. That’s the lineup fans should be dreaming on—not paper champions, actual bangers who leave every opponent face-down in their own blood. Age ain’t the axe it used to be when these two are sharing rolls in camp, anyway. They’ve both got that freakish cardio; it’s built into the DNA. So yeah, the transfer’s closer than you think—like, boardroom-smoke-close. All it takes is one “yes” from Dana, and the welterweight nightmare starts rolling downhill forever.

Saw that clip from iDay where Khamzat was rolling with five-pound-heavyweights—looked like he was playing tag with toddlers, smiling the whole time. Still, I’ll admit, I got the same chill every time Colby steps in the cage: that “here we go” feeling. That said, even if the sparring’s real, let’s not kid ourselves—Dana’s got a spreadsheet tighter than a pretzel over what “sells.” He won’t unlock that welterweight showdown till he’s 100% sure it’s a 50-million-dollar gate. You ever notice how he drags his feet till the deal’s signed in blood?

that dreamy welterweight carnival they teased with Gaethje back when the belts still had straps you could chew on—remember how that one just faded into a UFC Fight Night main card where Dusty danced with good ol’ Michael and then wandered off to light heavyweight like it was nothing?