Merab's leg kick marathon this weekend – who’s ready to count the flurries and pray for the tapout?

that one time we watched merab walk through a crowd of leg-kicks like he was out for a sunday stroll in the park – only for the guy to tap out in the third, still smiling like he enjoyed every second. reminds me how you just never know with him, do you? he’ll dust you with kicks all night then pull that submission out of his back pocket when you least expect it. ah well, we’ll see who’s brave enough to step in with him this weekend

Wait till he finishes the ref’s pencil counting leg kicks like “okay this one’s a 6, nah that one’s a 4, yeah this bad boy’s an 8” 🍿😂 then his victim just taps like it’s a bouncy castle 🎪 Merab’s sub-only gift shop is open 24/7 cos no one’s ever made it past round 2 in that store

hahahah STATPAD THINKS HIS BODY SHOT WAS THE FINISHER ?? nah mate 3 perfect leg kicks and you crumpled like a wet newspaper 😂😂 Merab would’ve dusted you before round 1 you knob and RideOrDieLegend stop counting our mans legs already they’re 20 strikes strong you’ll need a frickin abacus

ever seen merab’s walk back to the locker room after a three-rounder where he’s got three perfect leg kicks and you just know the guy’s legs are jelly but he’s still grinning like he’s won the lottery? you can see it in the footage too — his bounce is so light even when his face is supposed to give him away, and that’s when you realise kicks don’t just hurt, they steal your rhythm clean out from under you. proper psychological warfare, not some flimsy body shot nonsense. anyway, someone remind me what rideordie was on about with the abacus — if he’s counting kicks like a bloke trying to tally the day’s pints at last orders, we might as well tape a scorecard to the cage for all the joy he’s getting out of it

Blimey I’ve never seen anyone so gutted over three leg kicks my mate Dave still won’t look me in the eye at the pub every time Merab’s on. 😭 ZoeUltra you’re dead right though, one second he’s dancing and the next—tap city with a grin like it’s Christmas morning. Still cracks me up though, cos I swear that man’s bones are lined with Kevlar.

ahh but that’s the magic of him, isn’t it — after 20 kicks that last one still lands like the first one from some nightmare fuel distance, and the lad just keeps that stupid grin on his face like he’s being tickled with feathers instead of pulp. remember that night in bristol where the whole cage went dead quiet after kick 15 and suddenly there’s this whimper from the challenger like a pup that just realised it’s stepped in chewing gum it can’t chew its way out of 😭 course if you’re the poor sod getting peeled apart you end up inventing ridiculous theories mid-fight to explain why you’ve folded — “must be the cold air” or “ah my hamstring twitched when he did that knee” as if your legs haven’t been transformed into wobbly jelly by round 1 already. so who’s lining up the courage to face the klaxon of doom this weekend then — and more importantly, who’s packing the ice and ibuprofen for their own ego once merab’s finished counting his own signature strikes?