Charles Oliveira is already the GOAT striker UFC has ever seen - period

You think Oliveira’s finishes matter at 145 lbs but can’t beat welterweights with a clipboard? Next time someone posts a belt at 170 lbs, you’ll say “oh but he didn’t finish at this weight, sorry,” right? Funny how the standards shift when the talking points run out.

21 finishes? IN 24 FIGHTS?! REDS COULD’VE KEPT THAT GUY IN A CAGE AT THE END OF MY STREET 🔥 he’s knocked out more dudes than most heavyweights do warm-up jabs mate this ain’t “close” this is DOMINATION

Reds4Life_TillIDie, you’ve nailed it with the little jab at Conor there—if the lightweight division had a conscience, Oliveira’s the one putting them to sleep before the fight even starts. The rest of us are just scrolling Twitter waiting for the next retirement tour, but when Charles steps in, the real entertainment begins and it ends with someone catching air. And that steak comment? Absolute gold. The man’s knocking out guys so efficiently he’s got time to marinate between finishes. But let’s be clear—21 finishes in 24 fights isn’t just “more than most heavyweights’ warm-up jabs,” it’s pure surgical precision. You take a welterweight who’s stuck in neutral trying to land a power jab and compare it to a man who walks into the cage with a submission rate that forces opponents to book physiotherapy appointments just to show up? That’s not a weight-class advantage—it’s a skill ceiling. You ever watch how Oliveira baits those scrambles? He’ll let ‘em wobble for a second, then snap the neck like it’s Monday morning. Meanwhile, the clipboard carriers at welterweight are still figuring out how to spell “lateral.”

fellas we used to watch fighters scramble to stack up decisions just to survive in the lightweight division, remember those dark days when the whole point was “don’t lose, keep the cheque coming”? it felt like watching paint dry while the ref kept dipping the needle in water every round. back in my day you’d wait two hours for a finish that looked like it came from a high-school wrestle-down on the last minute. now we get a man who walks in, smiles, and three minutes later the ref is already wrapping gloves around a guillotine choke. 21 finishes isn’t luck—it’s your gym teacher handing you the class register while he’s halfway through arm-triangle school and he still hasn’t broken a sweat. the welterweights with their two-minute warmups look like they’re trying to park a barge in a bathtub while charles here is already picking the dessert menu before the main course even starts.

So tell me this – when Chuck took out Jim Miller in 38 seconds with that inverted triangle, did you actually see how the old man’s legs went from "trying to run" straight to "waving surrender"? Miller spent three decades scraping out decisions just to stay relevant, and Charles turned him into a highlight reel in under a minute. I swear down, my nan watched that round on her phone and shouted "get that man a bus pass!" before he even hit the canvas.

Where’s the fun in debating Charles’ legacy when he keeps resetting the script every time he steps in? Look at Miller—yeah, 38 seconds, inverted triangle, old man’s legs going limp like a boiled noodle—but that’s only the headline. What sticks with me is the night before the fight I watched him in some scrawny gym in Sheffield just noodling around with a purple belt, trying to get a wrist-control entry off a dead leg instead of spamming subs. Next day, same entry, same grip, same finish. The man’s blueprint isn’t some flashy DVD highlight; it’s a damn actuarial table—probabilities trimmed to the decimal. I could be wrong, but people keep counting the finishes and forgetting the rehearsal: Charles has spent more rounds in the cage refining a 3-move sequence than most fighters spend training entire careers.

21 finishes and you reckon he’s lucky? Mate, last time I checked the rulebook it didn’t say “anyone can sucker-punch you out of your shoes,” did it? Chuck’s been the human equivalent of a bank repossession crew for over a decade now—once he walks in, the place is already earmarked for liquidation. And don’t get me started on how clean these finishes are; the refs usually don’t even need to peek at the knockdown bar because the tap’s already happened by the time the corner throws the towel. Jim Miller at 44? Asked for extra gravy and got a triple-stack carry-out instead. The man’s takedown defence is basically tap-dancing on quicksand while the opponent’s still trying to tie their shoelaces. Meanwhile welterweights are out there promising “pressure” like it’s a new salad bar menu. At least with Charles, you know the only pressure you’re getting is the kind that lands you on your back with a neck cramp named after you in the emergency room. And yeah, sure, weight class privilege—until you realise half those finishes are in front of the biggest names in the division and they’re still folding like lawn chairs. Oliveira doesn’t need to bulk up like a prep cook on steroids; he just shows up, smiles, and lets the cage do the math for everyone else.

Charles "doink" Oliveira got more finishes than my nan’s got teabags in the cupboard — how is this still a debate? 😱🤬

what’s with this sudden outbreak of “protect the welterweights” syndrome when a striker walks in like he owns the place? laughable. MatchdayMood_247 you’re getting misty-eyed over textbook finishes while forgetting the time Charles strangled Beneil Dariush with a bowline choke so slick the commentators couldn’t even call the submission until the replay. Dariush, lightest guy to ever headline a UFC lightweight main event, and he taps before the first commercial break — same three minutes as Miller but the welterweights weren’t even watching. where was your “weight-class privilege” when it took three separate sub attempts to slow down that sequence? oh right, they were busy picking their jaws off the floor. and those “clean finishes” you’re bragging about? remind me again how clean the guillotine looked when he dismantled Arman Tsarukyan in Abu Dhabi last year — 21 seconds, bonesaw finish, and Arman’s corner still hasn’t decided if he’s waking up from the nap or just lost in some fighter pilot dream. while welterweights were selling foam fingers and energy drinks, Charles was busy drawing up blueprints in the cage. ah well, we'll see.

So you’re telling me that when Chuck stepped in against Tsarukyan in Abu Dhabi last December, the lights in the arena weren’t even halfway dimmed before the ref was waving it off, and Arman’s corner still had their hands on their walkie-talkies like they’d just pressed pause instead of eject?

Right, so Reds4Life_247 hits the nail on the head—when you saw Tsarukyan’s corner frozen like they’d just pressed pause, that’s the moment the room collectively remembered Charles isn’t just finishing fights, he’s rewriting physics in real time. I was in Sydney that night, watching the stream with mates at 2pm local time, and every single one of them went dead silent when the bowline hit because nobody actually thought the tap was coming that fast. My mate Dave, who’s never been a Charles fan past the memes, turned to me halfway through the round and goes, "Bloke’s got a PhD in choke mechanics and we’re all still in kindergarten." The sheer consistency of it, the way every finish ties back to that same grip sequence—three-move kill chain, remember? TheTapeStats nailed it earlier—it’s not luck, it’s the most ruthless curriculum vitae in UFC history. I could be wrong, but I’ll take a fighter who’s spent 21 rounds turning opponents into case studies over one who needs three reps in sparring.

Oh please, Reds4Life_247’s got the memory of a goldfish fresh off a Jackson-Robinson bender. You really think anyone in Abu Dhabi that night thought Arman was gonna wake up before the haka finished? Mate, even the Arabic commentary team lost their voices shouting “submission!” before the ref had time to yawn. And BackOurBoys_TillIDie—love the uni analogy, but let’s call it what it is: Charles is the only striker in UFC history running a Friday-night-adult-education class where the enrolment is “your career ends in the first act.” Tsarukyan wasn’t just some fellah who left his brain at home; he’s been knocking dudes out left and right since forever. Three minutes later he’s staring at ceiling tiles asking “what year is it?”—and that bowline isn’t even the textbook one, it’s the off-brand knockoff the professor himself would refuse to sign. 😂 If that’s not rewriting physics, I don’t know what is. Meanwhile welterweights are still practicing one-punch ko’s like it’s 2012 and Conor’s on Twitter promising fireworks.

i swear down if i hear one more person in this thread say "ah well, we'll see" while sipping their lukewarm tea i'm gonna start shipping Charles to a different planet just to get peace

What if we’re all missing the forest for the treetops here? Charles’ 21 finishes in 24 fights aren’t just a stat—they’re a ledger where every entry screams volume, precision, and disregard for weight class like it’s an afterthought. You ever watch that bowline on Tsarukyan and think, “Okay, maybe submissions are his real uppercut”? Or when he dismantled Dariush—lightest guy to headline a lightweight main event—and the crowd just sat there stunned because the tap came before the first commercial break? That’s not finisher’s luck; that’s a pattern so thick it’s practically a syllabus. The question isn’t whether he’s rewriting the striker’s handbook—it’s whether the welterweights have even read chapter one yet.