RFC 3: Duality
[Dante Reed has been in the combat sports business for years now. He launched his career as a play-by-play commentator in the successful but turbulent pro wrestling company, Union Battleground. Working tirelessly to become the kingpin of mixed martial arts, he’s a man who knows how to negotiate a deal. He had built his promotion to be the gold standard of MMA, and he was always looking for ways to expand his empire.]
[He had a vision for a new, exclusive venue for Ryūjin FC, a state-of-the-art facility that would be the envy of the entire industry which would continue to accommodate his high-class clientele as well as extend the invitation to the lower middle-class rabid fan base. The problem was, Union Grand Prix and all of its brands were operated through branch accounting to allow for greater transparency in the transactions, cash flows, and overall financial position and performance of each brand. This meant he needed the funding from some outside investors, as Ryūjin FC is still in its infancy.]
[That’s when he received a call from an unexpected source – the Yakuza.]
KATO: “Mr. Reed, my name is Kato. I represent the Yakuza, and we have heard that you are in need of funding for a new venue.”
[Dante listened to the initial pitch and agreed to meet with Kato in person, so they arranged to meet at a private sake bar in downtown Tokyo a few weeks prior to RFC 3. Dante knew he was playing with fire, but the money was too good to pass up.]
[The time had come. Dante arrived at the designated location, a small, dimly lit bar in the heart of Tokyo. As he entered, he felt the eyes of the patrons on him, sizing him up, judging him. He made his way to the back of the bar, where he saw a group of men sitting at a table. They wore dark suits, their faces obscured by the shadows.]
[As he entered the dimly lit room, Dante could feel the tension in the air. The Yakuza were known for their ruthless tactics, and he knew that he needed to tread carefully. He also knew that he had something they wanted, something that would make them a lot of money. He sat down at the table and laid out his proposal. He explained his plans for the new venue, and the Yakuza bosses listened intently.]
[They were impressed, but they weren’t willing to hand over their money just yet. They wanted something in return.]
KATO: “We are interested in investing in your project, but we require certain assurances.”
[Dante nodded again, his mind racing. He had expected some kind of negotiation, but he didn’t know what the Yakuza would demand.]
DANTE REED: “… And what’s that?”
[Kato leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Dante.]
KATO: “We require a percentage of the profits and we require that you give us access to the venue at all times. For security purposes.”
[Dante hesitated. Giving the Yakuza access to the venue would surely be a huge security risk, but he knew he needed their money to make the new venue a reality.]
DANTE REED: “I’ll need some time to consider.”
[Kato smiled, but it was a cold, calculating smile.]
KATO: “Of course. But don’t take too long. We don’t like to be kept waiting.”
[Dante left the bar feeling uneasy. He knew he was in deep with the Yakuza now, and he didn’t know if he could trust them. But he also knew he had no other options. He needed their money to make the new venue a reality.]
[The next day, Dante received another call from Kato. He wanted to meet again, to finalize the deal. Dante agreed to meet, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap. He arrived at the same bar and sat down at the table with Kato and his associates. Kato smiled at him, but this time, Dante could see the malice in his eyes.]
KATO: “We’ve decided to up our investment. We’re willing to front the entire bill, but we require something more in return.”
[Dante’s heart sank. He knew this was it. The moment of truth.]
DANTE REED: “What do you want?”
[Kato leaned forward, his voice low and menacing.]
KATO: “We want you to throw the Championship fight.”
[Dante felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He couldn’t betray his fighters, his fans, his own principles.]
DANTE REED: “I’m sorry, Kato, but I can’t do that.”
[Kato’s smile vanished. The silence in the room was deafening. Time stood still, but then, Kato’s ears perked and a slight grin cracked the edge of his mouth.]
KATO: “Mr. Reed, if you make this deal, you will never have to worry about another dime for Ryūjin FC. I advise you to take the time to think this through. Don’t do something that you’ll regret later.”
[Kato stood from his chair and extended his hand out to Dante.]
KATO: “Come RFC 3, we expect an answer. It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Reed.”
[Dante watched as Kato and the rest of the Yakuza walked out of the bar, leaving him alone in the dark, empty room. He knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life, but he also knew he couldn’t betray everything he had worked for. He had to find a way out of this mess. Dante’s mind whirled with the weight of his decision. He had crossed a line, a point of no return. The treacherous path he had chosen would have dire repercussions. With a heavy heart, he watched Kato and his cronies depart, leaving him alone in the desolate, suffocating darkness of the room. Regret clawed at his soul, but he knew he had to confront the chilling reality that potentially awaited him.]
ROUND ONE: As the bell sounds, McCluskey and Rufus step into the center of the ring, the air thick with anticipation. The two fighters circle each other cautiously, eyeing their opponent for any sign of weakness. Rufus throws a lazy kick, but McCluskey is quick to dodge, coming back with an uppercut that almost sends Rufus soaring into the sky. The impact leaves a small cut on Rufus’ right cheek, and he stumbles backwards, his footing unsteady. Sensing his opponent’s vulnerability, McCluskey charges forward, shooting for a double leg takedown that sends Rufus crashing to the mat. But Rufus manages to pull McCluskey into his guard, determined to hold his own against his formidable opponent. As McCluskey tries to force open the guard, Rufus fights back, his muscles straining against McCluskey’s pressure, but McCluskey is relentless, determined to gain the upper hand and finish the fight once and for all. With a sudden burst of energy, McCluskey manages to jump to side mount, his body hovering over Rufus like a predator. McCluskey continues to press forward, aggressively and repeatedly punching Rufus with a fierce determination. In the midst of the onslaught, McCluskey delivers a vicious headbutt that creates a gnarly gash on Rufus’ forehead. The referee doesn’t seem to notice the foul, and McCluskey takes full advantage of the situation, raining down blow after punishing blow on his defenseless opponent. Finally, with one last brutal hammer fist, Rufus’ eyes roll in the back of his head, rag dolling with each punishing blow. The referee pulls Cal off and McCluskey’s corner rushes in to congratulate him. As Rufus lies on the mat, blood streaming down his face, the crowd erupts in cheers, the atmosphere charged with the raw energy of the fight.
Winner: Cal McCluskey by KO (GnP) at 1:03 Round 1
Statistics: Cal McCluskey
Punches 1/1 (100%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 1/1 (100%)
Takedowns 1/1 (100%)
GnP strikes 4/5 (80%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 32 s
Statistics: Buck Rufus Jr.
Punches 0/0 (0%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 32 s
ROUND ONE: From the very beginning, the fighters showcased their striking abilities, as McMillan unleashed a crisp uppercut followed by a thunderous jab that sent Ryo stumbling backward. Refusing to back down, Ryo quickly recovered and engaged McMillan in a clinch, displaying his impressive grappling skills. However, McMillan couldn’t be slowed down, showcasing his agility and footwork by escaping the clinch. A lazy kick from Ryo was swiftly checked by McMillan, who countered with a powerful uppercut that seemed to defy gravity. Both fighters exchanged blows relentlessly, with Ryo landing a solid shot to McMillan’s body. McMillan retaliated with a looping right hand, causing Ryo to stagger on his heels. McMillan then launched into a flurry of jabs and crosses, attempting to capitalize on his opponent’s vulnerability. As the fight intensified, Ryo made a strategic move to bring the fight to the ground, successfully taking McMillan down with a single leg. A ground scramble ensued, with both fighters fiercely battling for dominance. McMillan attempted to pass to mount, but Ryo managed to create space and scramble back to his feet, signaling a return to the stand-up battle. The fighters traded wild strikes, but with sluggish power behind their shots. McMillan attempted a high kick that missed its mark, resulting in him slipping and falling to the mat. Seizing the moment, Ryo stood tall while McMillan scrambled to get back on his feet. Ryo swiftly executed a single leg takedown, bringing the fight back to the mat. The fighters jockeyed for position with unwavering intensity, culminating in a reversal by McMillan, showcasing his tenacity. After a stalemate, the referee decided to stand the fighters up due to the lack of action. As they resumed their stand-up battle, McMillan launched a stiff jab that grazed Ryo’s face. Unfortunately, it also inadvertently poked Ryo’s eye, prompting the referee to temporarily halt the fight for Ryo to recover. Determined to continue, Ryo signaled his readiness after a few moments, and the fight resumed. Ryo capitalized on his momentum by executing another double leg takedown, successfully gaining side mount over McMillan. Demonstrating his ground skills, Ryo attempted to transition to full mount, but McMillan defended well and moved to half guard. Taking a deep breath, Ryo attempted a hammer punch to McMillan’s ribs, connecting with his opponent. McMillan regained control by moving to full mount, with Ryo attempting to roll to his side and trap McMillan in his guard. Despite Ryo’s efforts, McMillan maintained control. With McMillan firmly in full mount, Ryo launched punches from the guard, but McMillan used his head to cover and protect himself, looking for opportunities to counter. McMillan attempted to stand up, prompting the referee to intervene and stand Ryo up as well. The fight resumed with both fighters back on their feet. The moment the fight recommenced, they unleashed a frenzy of punches, exhibiting lightning-fast reflexes and sheer power. It was a spectacle to behold as the blows flew through the air, narrowly missing their intended targets. Then, in a stunning turn of events, Ryo suffered a devastating blow that sent him stumbling backward. The arena erupted in cheers as McMillan capitalized on the opening, launching an onslaught of precise strikes. Ryo, showing incredible resilience, attempted to clinch and regain control of the fight, but McMillan’s confidence was unwavering as he confidently defended against Ryo’s assault. Recognizing a lack of activity in the clinch, the referee promptly separated the fighters, reigniting the frenetic pace of the bout. McMillan unleashed a solid combination that connected with Ryo, further wearing down his opponent. With Ryo’s defenses weakened, McMillan seized the opportunity, unleashing a blistering series of punches, sending Ryo from one side of the ring to the other! The crowd erupted in awe as they witnessed the incredible display of power and precision. Ryo, now sporting a cut on his nose, appeared visibly hurt as he stumbled backward, making him an easy target for McMillan’s relentless assault. The momentum was firmly in McMillan’s favor, and he capitalized on it, launching another aggressive onslaught. With a final, thunderous blow, Ryo crashed to the mat, the lights in his eyes fading as McMillan emerged victorious, securing a spectacular knockout deep into the lengthy first round.
Winner: Elliot McMillan by KO (Punches) at 9:16 Round 1
Statistics: Elliot McMillan
Punches 28/35 (80%)
Kicks 0/1 (0%)
Clinch strikes 1/1 (100%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/4 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 257 s
Statistics: Ryo Mitsunari
Punches 3/11 (27%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 3/3 (100%)
GnP strikes 1/4 (25%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/2 (100%)
Time on the ground 244 s
[Japanese theme pinspots swirl across the massive screen of the new Tron perched atop the entrance ramp of the crown jewel of the MMA world, the Nippon Budokan of Chiyoda, Tokyo, Japan. The fog machines belch thick white clouds of voluminous smoke across the metal grating of the stage looking out over the newly installed seating here in the arena, as the stage crew finishes setting up the stage for the weigh-in that will be taking place here in just a few hours.]
[Fans in attendance mill about between the merch vendors and the autograph lines, or waiting on concessions or the bar. New signees to the Ryujin who have yet to be booked matches or developmental talent meet with fans and take pictures or sign merch as they make their way around the room. Techs double and triple check the mics and equipment, making sure the sound settings are just right and that everything is going to run smooth as silk later tonight.]
[Several hours later, after all of the VIP guests and fans had made it to their skyboxes or seats respectively, and the press had lined up in their asigned places, the lights of the arena dim and the audience settles in for the first weigh-ins of the relaunch. Excitement is high, and everyone in attendance is seemingly having a great time with the fanfare and glamor of the event.]
[Finally, as the bright white spotlights swing back and forth across the audience and the red and white pinspots dance across the walls and ceilings high above, the place comes unglued as everyone’s favorite MMA reporter Isaac Cohen walks onto the stage and up to the podium that sits between two tables reserved for each competitor and their team. Issac taps on the microphone to make sure it’s working properly as a squelch rings out across the arena and everyone groans before settling down. Cohen looks out across the assembled fans and smiles widely as he brings the microphone slowly to his lips.]
ISAAC COHEN: “Welcome to Nippon Budokan of Chiyoda, Tokyo, Japan!”
[Isaac swings his arms wide open towards the crowd and tosses his head back to soak in the cheap local pop that ensues for several moments.]
ISAAC COHEN: “I know you are all excited to be here for this weigh- in and so am I. When I got the call and they asked for me to oversee this, I couldn’t help but smile and gladly accept. It’s not every day you get to take part in a big time weigh-in. However, when it comes to these two taking part in it, I think it is only appropriate that they have a face to face before their match on May 28th, so let’s get this weigh-in rolling, shall we?”
[Issac takes the microphone off the podium as he walks his way across the front of the stage.]
ISAAC COHEN: “Now then, let’s welcome our first competitor, from Los Angeles California, I give you BIG MONEY TYLER CAGE!”
[On cue, Tyler comes to a stop on stage and flexes as the announcer says his name and then pyro goes off behind him and the Baddies just point at him to signal he is HIM!]
[Tyler then gives his robe and shades to the Baddies and then makes his way towards the podium with his Christ Center Wrestling Christcore Championship on his shoulder. He smirks with confidence as he looks at the fans and media members in attendance.]
TYLER CAGE: “BIG MONEY HAS ARRIVED IN JAPAN!”
[Tyler gets a mixed reaction from the audience but it doesn’t faze him as he just smiles and antagonizes him some more.]
TYLER CAGE: “That’s right my haters keep showing The Biggest Draw in combat sports all the love! I can’t lie, it’s been a good week for BIG MONEY. Christ Center Wrestling has the Champ headlining in a major event, I just recently took Ladies Foot Team to the playoffs and I humbled my little brother run WGWF Brawl so yeah you can say I stay winning and that’s not going to change on May 28th when I step inside the cage and face your hometown hero Masami Rose! His record is impressive but I don’t give a damn about it because he never faced someone like me before and like I’ve done my last two fights I will prove the doubters wrong and put my name in the elite status of this sport when I knock your top model on his ass and down for the count!”
[The fans erupt in major disapproval towards Tyler but again he shrugs it off and walks over to the scale for his weigh-in. He steps on and lets the scale get his exact weight as he flexes towards the crowd, he steps off once it’s completed and Issac looks over the numbers before making the announcement.]
ISAAC COHEN: “Big Money Tyler Cage official weigh in, the dog his fight with Masami Rose, is 210 pounds!”
[Tyler flexes again once the announcement is made and then does a backflip on stage and as he lands on his feet, he shoots the middle finger at the audience and then proceeds to laugh as he heads towards his table to take a seat as Issac gets ready to announce Rose.]
[The Piano intro to Kanye West’s Runaway begins to play as those in attendance begin to cheer. As the beat drops, Masami Rose walks through the door dressed in a Versace x Prodigy robe, with a troupe of scantily dressed models behind him, both male and female.]
ISAAC COHEN: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GOODSIDE, MASAMI ROSE!”
[Masami makes his way to the podium taking off his shades and stopping from time to time allowing the photographers to catch a few pics. He eventually makes it to the podium and soaks in the final bit of applause before he speaks.]
MASAMI ROSE: “Ie ni kaereru no wa subarashī kotoda! Koko no enerugī wa tsuneni betsu no reberu ni arimasu. Reberu ni tsuite ieba, kono otoko ni wa watashi ni taisuru junbi ga dekite inai to tsutaete kudasai.”
[He motions towards Tyler Cage and the audience erupts. Masami smiles and stares at Cage momentarily before he continues to speak.]
MASAMI ROSE: “Kare wa hontōni minikuidesu yo ne?”
[Chants of “Hai!” Start up as Goodside’s smile grows even larger. He leans in one final time to speak, this time yelling, with a bit of conviction.]
MASAMI ROSE: “Sōdesu! Soshite, watashi ga kare to owattara, kare wa sarani minikuku narudeshou! Ninshiki dekinai, sae mo! Kare wa sō omotte iru kamo shirenai Taikin, Demo watashi wa kare o sagi-shida to bakuro suru tsumorida!”
[The crowd goes absolutely mental now as “Goodside!” Chants start up. Masami nods his head along with the chants as he removes his robe and goes to step on the scale.]
[He steps on the scale, and poses for the crowd, Issac gets the numbers and Rose steps off. He blows a kiss in Tyler’s direction as Cohen makes the announcement.]
ISAAC COHEN: “Goodside Masami Rose officially weighs in at 150 pounds!”
[Masami flexes and winks at a few fans in the front row, before stepping right up to Tyler Cage. Cage shoves Rose backwards, eliciting a fury of Boos. Masami rushes forward to shove him back but security quickly steps between the two of them creating some much needed distance. A few Prodigy members like 4dah and The Ryujin Champ C.C. Flynn hurls insults at Cage, who has a huge smile on his face as the feed cuts abruptly.]
ROUND ONE: Rose started strong, shooting for a double leg takedown and successfully bringing Cage down to the mat. However, Cage quickly pulled Rose into his guard, effectively defending against Rose’s punches. Rose tried to maintain control on the ground, using his leg to secure his position. Cage, determined to turn the tide, worked his fingers over Rose’s face, but Rose remained resilient and continued fighting. Cage attempted a kneebar, but Rose blocked it and transitioned into half guard. In a display of his grappling skills, Cage closed his guard, only for Rose to reverse the position and secure the full mount. The referee intervened due to a lack of activity, and both fighters were stood up, eager to resume the fight standing. Cage showcased his striking prowess with a bone-shattering left hand, but Rose expertly ducked under and looked to counter with a sweep single. Rose seized Cage’s ankle, tripping him to the mat and regaining control. Back in closed guard, Rose managed to escape and transitioned to open guard, catching a breath. Cage attempted to close his guard, but Rose thwarted his efforts. Rose launched a series of punches, but Cage defensively held Rose’s arms, blocking the blows. Once again, the referee decided to stand the fighters up, resulting in a thrilling exchange on their feet. Cage utilized low kicks to maintain distance, while Rose sought to land body shots. Cage’s evasive skills allowed him to dodge Rose’s strikes and respond with his own hard cross. Both fighters displayed defensive prowess as they blocked and avoided each other’s punches and kicks. Rose attempted a takedown, catching Cage off guard and bringing him to the ground. Rose positioned himself in open guard and delivered punishing elbows to Cage’s ribs. Despite the pain, Cage persevered, managing to stand up and force Rose to follow suit. The fight resumed on their feet, intensifying the excitement. Rose unleashed a flurry of punches, but only grazed Cage with his blows. Displaying impeccable timing, Cage retaliated with a powerful right hand that connected solidly with Rose. Cage followed up with a well-executed uppercut, but Rose effectively blocked it. Cage continued to press forward, launching a hook to the body, but Rose skillfully dodged it. Cage attempted a low kick, but Rose successfully blocked it. In a surprising turn of events, Rose countered with a right hand that caught Cage off guard. The action continued with both fighters showcasing their defensive skills, evading strikes and countering with their own techniques. As the round drew to a close, Rose seized Cage’s right leg, looking to take him down once again. With a loss of balance, Cage found himself on the ground as the round came to an end, leaving the audience eagerly anticipating the next round of this captivating clash between two talented fighters.
ROUND TWO: Cage started off with a powerful hook to the body, but Rose swiftly evaded it, showcasing his agility and counter-attacking prowess. Cage, undeterred, began measuring Rose with his jab, setting up for his next move. He landed a crisp uppercut followed by a hard jab, displaying his striking skills. Rose attempted to gain control of the fight through clinching, but Cage skillfully circled around him, refusing to be trapped. Eager for action, Cage pushed forward, surprising Rose with his wrestling abilities, as he secured a double overhook. Seizing the opportunity, Cage unleashed a series of punches to Rose’s ribs, but the resilient fighter appeared unfazed, demonstrating his durability. Undeterred, Cage then attempted a leg sweep, hoping to take Rose down, but Rose impressively maintained his balance and evaded the takedown. He skillfully slipped free from Cage’s grip and circled out of the precarious position, showcasing his defensive prowess. As the round progressed, both fighters engaged in a back-and-forth exchange of punches. Rose launched some tentative strikes and managed to get the better of Cage in a brief punching exchange. Cage, feeling the pressure, momentarily pushed Rose away to catch his breath. However, Rose seized the moment, unleashing a lightning-quick combination of jabs and crosses that had Cage staggered. Sensing an opportunity, Rose continued his assault, throwing punches from different angles while Cage valiantly countered. In a display of resilience, Cage launched a stiff jab, but Rose adeptly evaded it with a duck. Undeterred, Rose retaliated with a powerful shovel hook that landed squarely on Cage, momentarily shaking him. Sensing his opponent’s vulnerability, Rose relentlessly pursued Cage, delivering a barrage of jabs and crosses. Temporarily regaining composure, Cage stepped backward, attempting to regain control of the fight. Rose, however, capitalized on his momentum, swiftly grappling with Cage and executing a brilliant takedown. With Rose in open guard over Cage, the latter desperately tried to close his guard, but Rose successfully resisted. As the round neared its conclusion, the referee intervened, putting a halt to the action. Both fighters retreated to their corners, the air buzzing with anticipation for the final round that promised to deliver even more exhilarating action.
ROUND THREE: The action in the third and final round intensified as Tyler Cage showcased his impressive striking skills with a powerful combination that landed hard on Masami Rose. However, Rose quickly countered, swinging with all his might and delivering a devastating blow to Cage’s face. Undeterred, Cage displayed exceptional timing and retaliated with a thunderous right hand that rocked Masami Rose. Despite Rose’s attempts to find angles and throw jabs, Cage skillfully countered with his own punches, but he soon found himself on the receiving end of a blistering combo from Rose. In a display of craftiness, Cage faked a move and unleashed a clean uppercut, only to be expertly blocked by Rose, who made it look effortless. Cage’s jabs failed to have a visible effect on Rose, who aimed to counter with precision and managed to land some impressive shots that stunned his opponent. Seeking to shift the fight to the ground, Masami Rose went for a single leg takedown, successfully bringing Cage to the mat. With Rose in open guard, Cage attempted to close his guard around him but fell short in his efforts. Both fighters fiercely jockeyed for position, but neither could gain the upper hand. As a result, the referee decided to stand them up due to a lack of activity. Back on their feet, Masami Rose unleashed a surprising roundhouse punch that found its mark. Rose skillfully dodged several body shots and continued to search for opportunities to counter. Seizing his chance, he attempted a double leg takedown, successfully executing it and taking Cage off his feet. However, Cage quickly pulled Rose into his guard, preventing further advancement. Cage utilized his ground game, attempting to control Rose by placing his fingers over his face, but Rose remained unfazed, shaking his head and persisting in the battle on the ground. With Rose in closed guard, Cage tried to roll on the ground, but Rose’s leg work prevented him from doing so. Undeterred, Cage threw up a triangle attempt, but Rose quickly postured up and broke free from the submission. Despite Cage’s resilience, Rose maintained his position on the ground, using his leg to stay in control. In an effort to break Cage’s defense, Rose faked a few punches and then launched an aggressive barrage of strikes, repeatedly hammering the side of Cage’s head. Rose continued to dominate on the ground, keeping Cage in closed guard and employing his leg to maintain control. He unleashed a series of strikes with his right elbow, while Cage desperately attempted to block them with his hands. Adding insult to injury, Rose landed solid body shots that pounded Cage’s abdomen. Once again, the lack of activity prompted the referee to stand the fighters up, much to the disagreement of the crowd. With both fighters back on their feet, the tension reached its peak. In a bone-shattering display of power, Tyler Cage unleashed a straight right hand that echoed throughout the arena, leaving his opponent dazed. Cage followed up with a stiff jab, but Rose managed to duck just in time. As the round drew to a close, Cage threw a looping right hand, but Rose skillfully dodged it, simultaneously jumping back and delivering a barrage of jabs and crosses. The referee intervened, signaling the end of the round, leaving the audience eager for the official decision.
JUDGES’ SCORECARDS
Misaki Toshiharu: Masami Rose
Shiraki Honzo: Masami Rose
Kawashima Mitsuhide: Masami Rose
Winner: Masami Rose by Unanimous Decision
Statistics: Masami Rose
Punches 25/35 (71%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 7/7 (100%)
GnP strikes 14/25 (56%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 373 s
Statistics: Tyler Cage
Punches 11/38 (29%)
Kicks 0/4 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/8 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 2/2 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 373 s
ROUND ONE: In the opening seconds, Belazco’s lightning reflexes save him as he gracefully ducks a punch from Webb. But he doesn’t stop there. With a burst of energy, he swiftly takes Webb down, sending shockwaves through the arena. The crowd roars in anticipation as Belazco goes for a quick guillotine, looking to end the fight before it even gains momentum. But Webb is not one to back down easily. Determination fills her eyes as she powers back to her feet, refusing to succumb to Belazco’s dominance. The fighters engage in a fierce clinch, their bodies locked in a battle for control. Webb pushes the seasoned veteran against the ropes, unleashing a storm of knees. The impact reverberates through the ring, echoing the electrifying atmosphere. The referee steps in to separate the fighters, providing a brief respite from the relentless exchange. In the blink of an eye, Webb seizes the opportunity, landing a devastating uppercut that rattles Belazco. She capitalizes on the opening, launching a barrage of punches as Belazco desperately searches for a takedown against the ropes. Webb transitions to elbows, each strike forcing Belazco to abandon his pursuit. A crimson trail begins to trickle from Belazco’s brow, evidence of Webb’s ruthless precision. The seasoned veteran raises his head, his face marred by the vicious elbow strikes. They disengage, momentarily catching their breath. Webb’s confidence radiates from her wide smile, a signal of her growing dominance in the fight. Belazco, refusing to succumb to defeat, musters every ounce of strength. He attempts to wipe the grin off Webb’s face with a superman punch. But Webb is not deterred; she counters with a thunderous left hand, causing Belazco to spew a glob of spit from his mouth. The crowd erupts in excitement, witnessing the relentless exchange between these warriors. Another left uppercut finds its mark, further disfiguring Belazco’s once pristine visage. The San Diego native staggers, desperately seeking refuge by clinching with Webb. Momentum shifts momentarily as Webb loses her mouthpiece, momentarily disrupting her rhythm. But in a testament to her resilience, she quickly recovers, ready to unleash another barrage of punishment. With unyielding determination, Webb drills Belazco with yet another powerful left hand, followed by a series of punishing knees to his thigh. She muscles the Cali kid against the ropes, asserting her dominance in the ring. Belazco, refusing to succumb to the onslaught, shoves her off and retaliates with a thunderous left hook, followed by a precise jab to Webb’s chin. Belazco’s jabs find their mark, leaving Webb momentarily stunned. Dodging a knee from Webb in the clinch, Belazco seizes the opportunity to connect with another jab. The crowd roars in appreciation of their tactical exchanges, hanging on to every electrifying moment. In the heat of the battle, the fighters become entangled in the pocket, trading blows with unrelenting intensity. Webb finds an opening and lands a piercing left strike on Belazco’s temple. Undeterred, Belazco retaliates with a sharp jab, followed by a surprising slapping head kick. The audacity draws an eye roll from Webb, her unwavering determination evident. As the round draws to a close, the fighters remain locked in a fierce clinch, relentlessly exchanging knees. The energy in the arena reaches a fever pitch, the crowd on their feet, captivated by the exhilarating display of skill and heart. The first round ends, leaving the spectators begging for more. Both fighters have shown their mettle, leaving zero doubts about their wills to win.
ROUND TWO: The intensity of the fight reached new heights as the second round began. Belazco, fueled by determination, swiftly launched a lightning-quick jab that cracked against Webb’s face, sending a resounding message. But Webb was not one to back down, and she retaliated fiercely with a punishing knee to Belazco’s midsection, demanding his attention. Belazco, now more focused than ever, unleashed a barrage of jabs that found their mark, one after the other. The crowd erupted with excitement, their cheers blending with the pulsating energy in the arena. And just when it seemed Belazco had done enough, he took it up a notch, delivering a devastating leg kick that landed with a thudding impact, followed by an explosive overhand left that echoed through the air. Webb, undeterred by the assault, dug deep within herself, summoning the spirit of a warrior. She swung a left hook with all her might, but fate had a different plan, as it collided with Belazco’s protective gloves, missing the target by a hair’s breadth. A roar of disappointment reverberated through the crowd, as they witnessed the fleeting chance of a knockout blow. With breathtaking speed and precision, Belazco retaliated, countering Webb’s missed hook with a hook of his own, aimed directly at her exposed chin. The crowd gasped collectively, marveling at the sheer skill and calculated strategy of these fighters. Webb, her fatigue becoming evident, circled the perimeter of the cage, her hands dropping ever so slightly. This minor lapse did not go unnoticed by Belazco, who seized the opportunity to exploit her vulnerability. He peppered her relentlessly with a series of lightning-fast jabs that connected with surgical precision, each strike eliciting a symphony of cheers from the electrified spectators. As the clock ticked down to less than a minute, Webb summoned her remaining strength and launched a desperate double-leg takedown attempt, shooting her body forward with sheer determination. The crowd held their breath, their anticipation mounting as she managed to secure a hold on Belazco against the ropes, forcefully dragging him down to the canvas. In the final moments of the round, Webb rained down a couple of short, thunderous hammer fists, adding insult to injury. But Belazco, fueled by an unyielding spirit, refused to be defeated. With an astonishing display of athleticism, he exploded off the canvas, defying all odds, and sprung back to his feet. The round came to an end, leaving the audience in awe of the sheer tenacity and resilience displayed by these incredible athletes. Their hearts pounded in anticipation, yearning for more of this enthralling display of skill and unrelenting spirit.
ROUND THREE: The third and final round explodes with energy as Webb charges forward, unleashing a flurry of jabs. But Belazco, with lightning reflexes, slips and evades each punch, countering with a thunderous inside leg kick that rattles Webb’s foundation. The crowd erupts in excitement as Belazco’s piercing jab snaps Webb’s head back, showcasing his precise striking skills. Undeterred, Webb attempts to clinch and load up for a devastating right hand, aiming to turn the tide in her favor. However, fate intervenes as Xabier slips on the canvas, dragging the Texan into his guard. In a matter of seconds, the fight hits the ground, intensifying the stakes in the final round. Webb wastes no time, landing a series of punches from the top, unleashing her power with each strike. Sensing an opportunity, she rises to her feet, granting Belazco the same courtesy. The veteran warrior, now sporting even more blood on his face, a testament to the battle’s brutality, refuses to back down. In a stunning display of resilience, Webb stings Belazco with a quick jab, followed by a slow, deliberate uppercut that finds its mark. The arena roars with exhilaration as the two warriors engage in a breathtaking exchange. Webb’s right hook finds its mark, bringing Belazco within range for a potential double-leg takedown against the ropes. However, displaying her own defensive prowess, Webb thwarts the attempt, expertly stuffing Belazco’s takedown and swiftly turning the tables. With determination in her eyes, she now takes control, relentlessly pursuing a single-leg takedown. But Xabier sprawls with all his might, preventing Webb from executing her plan. The momentum shifts once more as Belazco seizes the opportunity, pushing Webb against the ropes, seeking a reversal. But in a display of pure strength and tenacity, Webb reverses the position, showcasing her dominance. The two warriors engage in a final clinch, unleashing a symphony of knee strikes. As the final round draws to a close, Webb emerges as the relentless aggressor, unleashing a flurry of knees with unyielding determination. The crowd leaps to their feet, their cheers reverberating throughout the arena, as the battle nears its climax. With sweat-drenched bodies and blood-stained faces, Webb and Belazco embody the true spirit of the sport. Each second feels like an eternity, charged with emotion and raw intensity. The final bell tolls, concluding this epic showdown in an eruption of applause and admiration for these warriors who gave their all.
JUDGES’ SCORECARDS
Okamoto Keitaro: Taylor Webb
Tagawa Daisuke: Xabier Belazco
Saito Motoyasu: Xabier Belazco
Winner: Xabier Belazco by Split Decision
Statistics: Xabier Belazco
Punches 42/75 (56%)
Kicks 12/25 (48%)
Clinch strikes 20/40 (50%)
Takedowns 1/3 (33%)
GnP strikes 8/12 (67%)
Submissions 0/1 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/3 (67%)
Time on the ground 97s
Statistics: Taylor Webb
Punches 56/85 (66%)
Kicks 8/15 (53%)
Clinch strikes 14/28 (50%)
Takedowns 1/2 (50%)
GnP strikes 4/6 (67%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)
Time on the ground 90s
[The camera feed cuts backstage to the dressing room of challenger Zion Momo’a who is expected to be warming up for the upcoming main event. Instead of hitting mitts and shadowboxing as expected though, the cameras happen to catch Zion in the tail end of a heated debate with a very well dressed Japanese man who is accompanied by a much larger personal bodyguard.]
FANCY MAN: “I’m sure I don’t have to remind you what will happen if you can’t manage to do what we’ve asked?”
[The bigger guy pulls his suit jacket to the side to flash the hilt of a glock, just momentarily, and he gives Momo’a an eager grin.]
BIG GUY: “Here’s a little something to jog your memory.”
[Zion shakes his head and he’s silent for a moment as he stares the two men down but after a few moments he concedes. There’s a clear look of defeat on his face as he accepts whatever situation he’d found himself in and he replies.]
ZION MOMO’A: “Yeah. I get the point.”
???: “What is this? You two aren’t with the commission so what are you doing in here?”
[A sudden voice from behind cuts Momo’a off, and the camera wheels around to show Jason Jackson and Levi Dillinger making their way into the room. This is around the time that the three men engaged in the lively debate finally notice the camera, and the energy in the room drastically changes. The Japanese “Buisnessmen” aren’t so cocky anymore. Instead, their eyes start darting toward the exits right away.]
[Zion however looks almost relieved, especially when Jackson makes his way over to put himself beside him to square up to the “muscle” that was trying to menace the young fighter. It’s a tense moment as the four men stare each other down, waiting for someone to make a move.]
[Finally, Levi Dillinger clears his throat and breaks the deadly silence as he gestures at the camera.]
LEVI DILLINGER: “Erm…fellas. We really going to do this here? Now?”
[Neither Jackson, nor the big man budge at all but Jackson is all smiles as he begins to inaudibly chirp at the man in front of him. Probably saying something about his mother if we know Jason Jackson at all.]
[The fancy man, however, turns and speaks to his henchman in Japanese just low enough that the camera can’t pick it up. The big guy instantly takes a step back from Jackson and the two of them head for the door.]
FANCY MAN: “We were just leaving anyway. You gentlemen have a great night.”
[Levi moves out of their way and the leader exits the room quickly. The “muscle” stops at the door though and he turns back to look at Zion.]
THE MUSCLE: “Oh and Zion..? Good luck.”
[His eyes move over to Jackson for a moment and he gives the hall of famer a wink before exiting the dressing room.]
[Once they are gone, Jason turns to Zion and blows out a sigh.]
JASON JACKSON: “We gotta talk kid. Levi—”
[JJ nods at the camera, and Levi gets the hint right away. He quickly ushers the cameraman out of the room and closes the door as the feed cuts elsewhere.]
ROUND ONE: As the bell rings, both fighters meet in the center of the cage, eyes locked and adrenaline pumping. Roscoe, with his compact build and lightning-fast strikes, moves with the grace of a predator. Kennard, a towering presence with an iron jaw, exudes an aura of sheer determination. Roscoe, remembering his previous victory over Kennard, opens up the bout with a flurry of lightning-quick kicks and punches, showcasing his technical skill. He unleashes a series of vicious leg kicks, targeting Kennard’s lead leg, trying to slow down the larger opponent. Kennard, however, stands firm, weathering the storm and countering with powerful hooks and crosses, showcasing his heavyweight punching power. The crowd roars as both fighters exchange blows, their kickboxing backgrounds on full display. Roscoe, recognizing Kennard’s strength, tries to use his speed and footwork to outmaneuver his opponent. He ducks under a powerful hook and counters with a sharp left hook-right uppercut combination, staggering Kennard momentarily. But just as the fight seems to be reaching a boiling point, tragedy strikes. An accidental clash of heads occurs, causing a deep gash on both fighters’ foreheads. Blood starts to pour down their faces, staining the canvas red. The referee immediately steps in and calls for a halt to the bout. The crowd falls into a hushed silence, disappointment filling the arena as the realization sinks in that this much-anticipated rematch will end in a No Contest. Medical personnel rush into the cage to tend to the fighters’ wounds, ensuring their safety and well-being. While the disappointment lingers in the air, the respect between these warriors is evident. Despite the anticlimactic end, both Roscoe and Kennard embrace, showing admiration for each other’s skills and fortitude. The crowd rises to their feet, applauding their resilience and sportsmanship. Although the rematch did not provide a clear winner, the rivalry between Roscoe Robinson and Kennard Rozier remains alive and well. Perhaps fate will bring them together again for a third encounter, where they can finally settle the score and determine who truly reigns supreme in the world of MMA.
Winner: No Contest (Accidental Clash of Heads) at 3:52 Round 1
Statistics: Roscoe Robinson
Punches 13/24 (54%)
Kicks 11/13 (85%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 0 s
Statistics: Kennard Rozier
Punches 18/22 (82%)
Kicks 2/5 (40%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s
ROUND ONE: The atmosphere inside the Nippon Budokan is crackling with electricity as the bell tolls, signaling the start of one of the most anticipated Championship Main Events in recent memory! Two titans of the ring, Zion Momo’a and CC Flynn, meet in the center, their eyes locked with unwavering intensity. Flynn takes the initiative, unleashing a series of jabs, only to be met with Momo’a’s lightning-fast counters. The momentum shifts as Momo’a launches a devastating combination, landing a few glancing blows on Flynn. Momo’a targets the body with precision, but Flynn manages to deflect most of the punches, displaying her resilience. In a fierce display of athleticism, Momo’a maintains distance with a powerful low kick that strikes Flynn’s ankle. Undeterred, Flynn rises to her feet, determined to retaliate. Momo’a throws a flurry of punches, but Flynn blocks them expertly, showcasing her defensive skills. However, the tides turn dramatically when Momo’a lands a thunderous hook on Flynn’s cheek, sending her stumbling and crashing to the mat. With Flynn grounded, Momo’a capitalizes on his advantage, denying her the chance to regain her footing. Momo’a further inflicts damage with a punishing kick to Flynn’s thigh, causing a resounding thud. But Flynn refuses to stay down, displaying her resilience by rising to her feet once again. Momo’a attempts a one-two combination, finding success as his strikes land with precision. Flynn, though shaken, manages to withstand the onslaught and counters with her own punches, but the exchange leaves both fighters unscathed. Flynn demonstrates her agility, evading Momo’a’s attacks with clever footwork. The intensity escalates as Momo’a delivers a crisp uppercut and a hard jab, momentarily staggering Flynn. Despite the blows, Flynn demonstrates her defensive prowess, blocking Momo’a’s subsequent low kick with her arm. As the fight reaches its peak, Momo’a unleashes a series of punishing strikes, including a fierce middle kick that lands below Flynn’s ribs. Flynn withstands the onslaught, blocking a barrage of low kicks with her arms and legs. However, her lapse in judgment allows Momo’a to connect with a solid head kick, leaving Flynn disoriented and vulnerable. Seizing the opportunity, Momo’a relentlessly pursues Flynn, landing powerful punches that send her retreating. Flynn desperately ducks under a spinning back kick from Momo’a, showing moments of respite. However, Momo’a quickly recovers, connecting with a well-placed hook that finds its mark. Momo’a maintains his relentless assault, pummeling Flynn’s legs with punishing low kicks. The tension reaches its pinnacle as Momo’a executes a phenomenal high kick, rattling Flynn and leaving her visibly hurt. To deliver the final blow, Momo’a launches a devastating one-two combination, followed by a precise uppercut that doesn’t initially seem to land on Flynn’s vulnerable chin. With a thud, Flynn collapses to the ground, her body limp and unconscious. The crowd erupts in awe of Momo’a’s surgical precision and power. This thrilling display of skill and determination has cemented Zion Momo’a as the victor, leaving a lasting impression on all who witnessed this exhilarating spectacle.
Winner: Zion Momo’a by KO (Uppercut) at 8:01 Round 1
Statistics: C.C. Flynn
Punches 0/5 (0%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 33 s
Statistics: Zion Momo’a
Punches 26/42 (62%)
Kicks 15/20 (75%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s
[The final fight had concluded, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions. From the highest peaks of exhilaration to the deepest valleys of despair, the tens of thousands of spectators had been held captive by the spectacle that unfolded within the four corners of the ring. It was a night unlike any other, the first time Ryūjin FC had ventured beyond the boundaries of The Rumble Room proved to be a success.]
[Dante Reed walked the dark, dingy corridors of the arena, his mind racing and his heart pounding with a mix of fear and desperation. The Yakuza’s demand to throw the Championship fight still echoed through his mind, a haunting melody that tested the limits of his loyalty and morality. He felt like their fingerprints were smeared all over this card — from certain fighters, to certain officials, and to even certain judges. The whole night just didn’t feel right. Their toxic influence has already infected the company, whether he welcomed it or not. As Dante turned a corner to make his way to the parking garage, his footsteps faltered, his breath coming in shallow gasps, only to be confronted by the embodiment of the man who has been flooding his mental state for weeks.]
[Kato, a figure notorious in both reputation and infamy, stood there with an entourage of his loyal cronies, casting an oppressive shadow that seemed to swallow the surrounding darkness. Dante’s soul escaped his body, sensing the impending doom that lie ahead. What transpired in the coming moments would shape his fate and quite possibly his life, sealing his destiny in the darkest recesses of the unknown.]
KATO: “Mr. Reed, it’s been quite the challenge reaching you.”
[Kato’s gravelly voice cut through the stifling air, punctuating the silence that hung like a shroud. Dante’s mind raced, his survival instincts kicking into overdrive. He had to think fast, choose his words carefully, lest the precarious thread he clung to snapped and plunged him into the pit of despair.]
DANTE REED: “Listen, Kato,” Dante stammered, his voice laced with a desperate urgency. “I — I’ve been extremely busy with everything going on with this event. I had every intention to return your calls, but…”
[Before Dante could finish his sentence, Kato raised his open hand, a commanding gesture that silenced him instantly. A twisted smile curled upon Kato’s lips, revealing the hidden depths of his sinister intentions.]
KATO: “I’m delighted to see that you’ve come to terms with our proposal.”
[Dante’s confusion erased his train of thought, and he was barely able to put on a half-assed poker face. CC Flynn had indeed lost the fight, but it was not because Dante asked her to take a dive. Fate had intervened, and in his eyes, Zion Momo’a emerged victorious through a fair and honest display of sheer tenacity. Yet Kato, in his own world of delusion, remained convinced otherwise.]
KATO: “You held up your end of the bargain, and we are a people loyal to our word. The project for your new venue shall receive our unwavering financial support. It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Reed. Await further details, and please, this time, answer the call.”
[With those ominous words, Kato extended his hand, a warped symbol of respect and entrapment. Dante, compelled by the circumstances that shackled him, hesitantly accepted the handshake. Kato and his entourage vanished into the murky night, leaving Dante alone, consumed by the burden of his actions. The silence was piercing and shadows weighed heavy. Dante knew that, from this point forward, he would forever be entangled in a web of darkness, unable to escape the sinister grip of the Yakuza.]
Venue: Nippon Budokan
Location: Chiyoda, Tokyo, Japan
Attendance: 14,475
Date: May 28, 2023
Fighter Payouts: $12,550,000
Gate: Undisclosed
FIGHT OF THE NIGHT
Xabier Belazco vs Taylor Webb
PERFORMANCE OF THE NIGHT
Masami Rose, Zion Momo’a
DISCLOSED EARNINGS
Zion Momo’a ($2,250,000)
Roscoe Robinson ($2,250,000)
Kennard Rozier ($2,250,000)
CC Flynn ($2,000,000)
Elliot McMillan ($1,500,000)
Xabier Belazco ($550,000)
Taylor Webb ($500,000)
Cal McCluskey ($500,000)
Masami Rose ($250,000)
Tyler Cage ($200,000)
Ryo Mitsunari ($150,000)
Buck Rufus Jr. ($150,000)
QUICK RECAP
Cal McCluskey def. Buck Rufus Jr. by KO (GnP) at 1:03 Round 1
Elliot McMillan def. Ryo Mitsunari by KO (Punches) at 9:16 Round 1
Masami Rose def. Tyler Cage by Unanimous Decision
Xabier Belazco def. Taylor Webb by Split Decision
Roscoe Robinson vs Kennard Rozier ends in a No Contest (Accidental Clash of Heads) at 3:52 Round 1
Zion Momo’a def. CC Flynn by KO (Uppercut) at 8:01 Round 1
