Mahmoud Charr—the self-proclaimed king of comebacks and the heavyweight division’s walking medical exhibit. This guy’s career is less about boxing and more about somehow convincing people he belongs in the ring at all. Let’s not forget how he earned his WBA regular “champion” title back in 2017: by eking out a decision against a shot Aleksandr Ustinov, who at that point moved slower than cold treacle. Seven years later—yes, seven—he finally decides to “defend” his WBA regular title. Seven years, folks. That’s not a boxing career; that’s a gap year gone wrong.
In the meantime, Charr has had more lawsuits than fights, battling the WBA, Don King, and anyone else who dared question his legitimacy. When he wasn’t busy in courtrooms, he was racking up injuries that sound more like war wounds. Titanium hips, bicep tears, and bullet holes — Charr’s life is like a bad action movie, except nobody’s paying to see it and nobody really cares. And yet, he still clings to this image of being a top-tier fighter, as if we’re all supposed to forget he’s been mostly MIA for nearly a decade.
And then there’s his “training camp.” While Pulev, his opponent, put in serious work with seasoned trainers like Ulli Wegner, Charr was out in Tirol trying to Frankenstein himself back together. Let’s not pretend this was some Rocky-esque underdog story. It was a 40-year-old with more metal than a toolbox trying to convince us he still has what it takes to go twelve rounds. Spoiler alert: he didn’t.
The fight itself? Classic Charr. He charges out of the gate like a man who knows he’s only got a few rounds of gas in the tank. Sure, he landed a few decent shots early on, but Pulev weathered them with ease. By the middle rounds, Charr was gassed, predictable, and getting outclassed by a guy who, let’s be honest, isn’t exactly in his prime either. Pulev jabbed him into oblivion, controlled the tempo, and made Charr look like what he really is—a relic of a bygone era that nobody asked to see again.
And let’s not forget the anthem debacle before the fight. “Deutschland über alles”? Really? That’s the kind of amateurish blunder that fits right in with Charr’s career—a confusing mess that leaves everyone scratching their heads.
But hey, anyone surprised here? Turns out, Charr isn’t just throwing wild punches in the ring; he’s also hurling out idiotic, antisemitic posts on X (formerly Twitter), ensuring that even when he’s not boxing, he’s still making headlines for all the wrong reasons.
For someone who already struggles to stay relevant in a sport that’s all but forgotten him, you’d think Charr might try to keep his head down and focus on not embarrassing himself further. But no. Instead, he’s out here spewing pro hamas garbage online, as if his titanium hips and seven-year title “defense” hiatus weren’t enough of a joke. Newsflash, Mahmoud: if you want people to take you seriously as a fighter—or as a human being—maybe don’t post hateful, divisive nonsense on social media.
What’s worse? He does all this while trying to parade around as some kind of role model. A guy who can’t even stay active in his profession or hold a belt without lawsuits is out here acting like his opinions on politics and religion matter. Spoiler alert: they don’t. And if anything, his hateful rhetoric only cements his place as a disgrace both inside and outside the ring.
So what’s next for Mahmoud Charr? Another seven-year layoff? More legal battles to cling to some irrelevant title? Or maybe he’ll just keep trotting himself out for these occasional nostalgia acts, hoping people don’t notice how utterly out of place he is in today’s heavyweight scene. Here’s a tip: stick to exhibitions or call it a day, Mahmoud. The heavyweight division has moved on—you should too.
