ROUND ONE: Rogers starts with some calculated jabs, but Jackson quickly retaliates with powerful punches, creating an explosive exchange of strikes. Rogers showcases his agility by dodging Jackson’s hook to the body, leaving his opponent frustrated. As the round intensifies, the fighters continue to throw punches with great speed and accuracy. Jackson, known for his movement, bobs and weaves to avoid Rogers’ blows. However, Rogers finds success with a solid shot to Jackson’s body, earning his respect. Undeterred, Jackson unleashes tremendous strikes, but Rogers skillfully blocks them, demonstrating his defensive prowess. Jackson doesn’t hold back and swings for the fences, pressuring Rogers to backpedal and create distance. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as both fighters exchange blows, knowing that one well-placed punch could end the fight. Despite Jackson’s attempts to take the fight to the ground, Rogers showcases his takedown defense, sprawls, and maintains his position on his feet. In a gripping turn of events, Jackson manages to pull guard, bringing the fight to the ground. Rogers remains composed and uses his leg to keep his position, denying Jackson’s attempts to trap him. Rogers eventually breaks free from Jackson’s closed guard, swiftly transitioning to half guard and then side mount. While in top position, Rogers nullifies Jackson’s weak punches with impressive blocking. With the referee’s intervention due to a lack of activity, the fighters are stood up, and the action resumes standing. Jackson aims to regain momentum with a powerful punch, but Rogers blocks it with precision. The round concludes with an exhilarating exchange of punches, where Rogers gains the upper hand, landing several impactful blows. As the horn sounds, the fighters are separated by the referee, leaving the audience eager for the next round.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Rogers
ROUND TWO: D’Ante Jackson starts strong with a nice low kick, but Ray Rogers expertly checks it, showcasing his defensive skills. Jackson attempts a punch, but Rogers blocks it effortlessly. Rogers seizes the opportunity and goes for a sweep single, successfully catching Jackson’s ankle and tripping him to the mat. With Rogers in closed guard over Jackson, the ground game intensifies. Jackson launches a series of weak punches, but Rogers remains composed, blocking each one effectively. Jackson attempts to roll on the ground, but Rogers skillfully uses his leg to maintain control. Rogers is determined to pass Jackson’s guard, and he manages to free his hips and transition to half guard. In the half guard position, Rogers maintains good control while Jackson struggles to mount a significant offense. Jackson tries to close the guard, but Rogers resists his efforts. The referee, noticing a lack of action on the ground, decides to stand the fighters up, giving them a chance to continue the battle on their feet. Both fighters display excellent movement, with Jackson bobbing and weaving to avoid Rogers’ strikes. Jackson attempts another sweep single, but Rogers anticipates it and shrugs off the takedown attempt. Rogers takes advantage of the opportunity and lands a powerful right hand, making Jackson stumble backward. As the round progresses, Jackson shows determination with his strikes, but Rogers displays impressive dodging skills, evading many of the blows. Rogers retaliates with a hook to the body, hitting Jackson’s ribs hard. The action intensifies as Jackson unleashes tremendous strikes, but Rogers maintains his composure, effectively blocking them. Jackson attempts to take the fight to the ground by holding Rogers’ right leg, but Rogers showcases his balance and pushes away, denying Jackson’s takedown attempt. Rogers lands a solid counter hook, showcasing his striking accuracy. As the round comes to a close, the referee separates the fighters, signaling the end of the round.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Rogers (20-18 Rogers)
ROUND THREE: D’Ante Jackson initiates the action with another sweep single attempt, but Ray Rogers is prepared and effortlessly shrugs off the takedown. Not willing to give up, Rogers seizes Jackson’s left leg, aiming to bring him down. In a moment of imbalance, Jackson succumbs to the ground. Rogers quickly capitalizes on the advantageous position and secures side mount over Jackson. Despite Jackson’s attempts to launch punches, Rogers effectively blocks them, maintaining his control. Jackson endeavors to trap Rogers in his guard, but Rogers maintains his composure, staying in side mount. With determination in his eyes, Jackson tries a hammer punch to Rogers’ ribs, but once again, Rogers proves to be a formidable defender, nullifying the strikes. Rogers decides to step up his game and looks to mount Jackson, sliding his knee across and successfully transitioning to full mount. Not ready to give up, Jackson attempts to roll on the ground, seeking an escape route. However, Rogers stays one step ahead, knowing exactly how to maintain his advantage on the ground. Rogers sits high on Jackson’s chest, pulling his leg underneath Jackson’s head, signaling a triangle choke attempt. The pain is evident on Jackson’s face as Rogers applies the punishing hold. Jackson desperately tries to roll out of the submission, but Rogers is already way ahead, tightening the triangle lock. The tension in the arena reaches its peak as Jackson, unable to endure any longer, taps out, signaling the The of the fight. The crowd erupts in cheers, acknowledging Ray Rogers’ impressive victory.
Winner: Ray Rogers by Submission (Triangle from Mount) at 1:35 Round 3
Statistics: D’Ante Jackson
Punches 6/49 (12%)
Kicks 0/4 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/1 (0%)
Takedowns 0/5 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/18 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 254 s
Statistics: Ray Rogers
Punches 15/20 (75%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 4/4 (100%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 1/1 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 254 s
ROUND ONE: Right from the start, Bodhi showcased his striking skills, landing some powerful shots that stunned Belucci. Sensing an opportunity to control the fight, Bodhi initiated some clinching maneuvers, successfully grappling with Belucci and preventing him from finding his rhythm. As the clinch broke, Bodhi wasted no time in launching a furious onslaught of hooks and body shots. Belucci found himself stumbling backward under the relentless assault, but Bodhi was relentless, pursuing him and continuing the rain of blows. A large laceration formed on Belucci’s right eye, evidence of the devastating strikes he had endured. Belucci, realizing he needed to regain his distance, pushed away from Bodhi and attempted to keep the fight at striking range. However, Bodhi was unwilling to let go of the clinch, relentlessly grappling with Belucci and unleashing bone-breaking punches to his ribs. The pain was visible in Belucci’s eyes as he struggled to break free and find his footing. Bodhi eventually pushed away from Belucci, wanting to keep the fight in striking range. Belucci stumbled backward, and Bodhi swiftly circled to claim the center of the cage. Belucci tried to regain momentum, throwing jabs, but Bodhi skillfully countered with his own punches, putting Belucci on the receiving end of a great combination. Showing versatility, Bodhi showcased his wrestling skills by executing a double overhook on his opponent. However, Belucci managed to avoid being clinched and attempted to create distance. Bodhi made a nice move, putting distance between them and evading Belucci’s embrace. Then came a defining moment in the round as Bodhi unleashed an incredible haymaker that snapped Belucci’s head backward. The force of the blow left a small laceration on Belucci’s right cheek. Despite Belucci’s attempts to get inside, Bodhi demonstrated his defensive skills, avoiding low kicks and countering with a devastating uppercut. The round continued with both fighters exchanging shots wildly, although without significant power behind them. Sensing an opportunity, Bodhi attempted to close the range and grapple with Belucci, managing to secure a single collar tie and gaining control. From there, he unleashed a flurry of punches, overwhelming Belucci, who struggled to defend himself. Recognizing the punishment Belucci was enduring, the referee, Dusty Whittaker, jumped in between the fighters, stopping the onslaught and ensuring Belucci’s safety.
Winner: Bodhi Bottoms by TKO (Punches) at 2:55 Round 1
Statistics: Bodhi Bottoms
Punches 11/13 (85%)
Kicks 0/2 (0%)
Clinch strikes 18/26 (69%)
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: Lito Belucci
Punches 3/4 (75%)
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 0 s
ROUND ONE: In the opening round of this epic bout, the atmosphere is charged with anticipation as the referee, Colin Davenport, prepares to direct the chaos. Billy Tweeds wastes no time, aggressively pursuing Joseph Byrne with a flurry of lightning-fast strikes that find their mark. The impact reverberates throughout the arena, causing Byrne to stagger backward, his corner erupting in frantic screams. But Byrne refuses to back down. The two warriors dance around the center of the cage, locked in a high-stakes battle. Suddenly, Tweeds unleashes a brutal combination, causing Byrne’s legs to wobble dangerously. Undeterred, Byrne retaliates with a relentless onslaught of punches, his tenacity seemingly unbreakable. Tweeds valiantly defends, evading a lazy kick from Byrne and countering with a jaw-dropping uppercut that propels Byrne into the stratosphere of the octagon! Yet, Byrne refuses to surrender. He cunningly feints a move, catching Tweeds off guard and connecting with a thunderous uppercut to his chin. The crowd erupts, sensing the ebb and flow of the fight. Byrne seizes the moment, launching a low kick at Tweeds, but the indomitable Tweeds swiftly checks it, displaying his impeccable timing and defense. The tension reaches its peak as the combatants engage in a wild, back-and-forth exchange of punches. Tweeds gains the upper hand, landing a barrage of blows that threaten to dismantle Byrne’s defenses. Worried murmurs emanate from Byrne’s corner as the relentless onslaught intensifies. In a display of his boxing prowess, Tweeds unleashes a mesmerizing one-two combo, each strike landing with precision on Byrne’s battered face. In a split second, the fight is over. Byrne crumples to the mat, his consciousness fleeting. The crowd explodes in awe as Billy Tweeds claims victory in an unforgettable, highlight-reel fashion.
Winner: Billy Tweeds by KO (Punch) at 1:46 Round 1
Statistics: Billy Tweeds
Punches 17/19 (89%)
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 0 s
Statistics: Joseph Byrne
Punches 1/7 (14%)
Kicks 0/2 (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 0 s
ROUND ONE: Wade and Marshall engaged in a fierce battle, captivating the audience from the start. Wade’s initial swing was skillfully evaded by Marshall, who retaliated with a lightning-fast jab. The hunger for action grew among the spectators. Marshall seized Wade’s leg, attempting a takedown, successfully bringing her to the ground and trapping her in a side mount. Despite the disadvantage, Wade showcased her ground skills, countering Marshall’s big elbows with precision. Both fighters refused to back down, and the fight transitioned back to their feet. Wade executed a single leg takedown, forcing Marshall to the canvas. In open guard, Wade attempted a kneebar, but Marshall fought back and escaped. The exchange of punches intensified, with Wade strategically throwing jabs while Marshall countered effectively. Wade delivered a devastating combo, but Marshall’s defense held strong. Wade’s unpredictable fake punch led to a takedown, and she landed rib-cracking elbows in open guard. Transitioning to full mount, Wade unleashed strikes with her right elbow, but Marshall displayed remarkable resilience. Wade attempted an armbar, but Marshall escaped, denying her a quick finish. The round concluded with Wade’s ground assault, launching punishing elbows at Marshall’s ribs. As they returned to their corners, the crowd erupted with applause, acknowledging their skill, heart, and determination.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Wade
ROUND TWO: The second round begins with Victoria Marshall’s impressive footwork and feints, keeping Tilly Jean Wade guessing. Wade takes solid body shots but counters with a powerful punch. Marshall attempts a takedown but Wade reverses it, ending up in full mount. Wade goes for a submission, but Marshall defends and escapes. Wade remains in half guard, attempting submissions, but Marshall breaks free. Wade then tries a kneebar, but Marshall escapes and scrambles for top position. The fighters are stood up, and Wade delivers strikes, but Marshall evades. Marshall shoots for a takedown, but Wade pulls her into guard. Wade attempts a submission, but Marshall defends and passes guard. In half guard, Wade closes her guard again. Marshall lands elbows, but Wade rolls out and returns to her feet. The fighters are stood up, and they continue exchanging strikes. Wade attempts a takedown, but Marshall defends and remains standing. Marshall tries to bring the fight to the ground and succeeds. In open guard, Marshall pushes Wade against the fence and secures half guard. The round ends with the referee’s interruption.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Marshall
ROUND THREE: Victoria Marshall took the initiative with a powerful Superman punch to Tilly Jean Wade’s face, leaving a bruise on Wade’s cheek. However, Wade refused to be dominated and capitalized on Marshall’s stumble, launching a fierce counter-attack. Wade executed a successful double leg takedown, but Marshall pulled her into guard, neutralizing Wade’s offense. Wade adjusted her strategy, delivering punches from a more advantageous position, yet Marshall defended and retaliated. Marshall’s ground skills shone as she executed a flawless roll, securing full mount over Wade. Wade fought back with weak punches to Marshall’s ribs, but Marshall maintained control. Wade attempted a kneebar, but Marshall kicked her away and regained top position. Both fighters displayed determination and skill on their feet, with Marshall landing a powerful punch. Wade attempted a takedown but ended up on the ground again. Wade sought a rear naked choke, but Marshall escaped. The battle continued on the ground, with Wade achieving side control, yet Marshall defended effectively. Marshall found an opening and delivered punishing punches to Wade’s ribs. Wade secured the full mount, but Marshall defended with a high guard. Marshall created space, stood up, and exchanged strikes with Wade. Marshall targeted Wade’s ribs with a hook to the body and executed another takedown. Transitioning to side mount, she aimed to pass to mount and successfully mounted Wade. Wade struggled, but Marshall maintained control. As the round winded down, Marshall unleashed a final barrage of ground and pound strikes until the horn, prompting the referee to intervene.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Marshall
JUDGES’ SCORECARDS
Victoria Marshall 9 9 10: 28
Tilly Jean Wade 10 10 9: 29
Victoria Marshall 9 10 10: 29
Tilly Jean Wade 10 9 9: 28
Victoria Marshall 9 10 10: 29
Tilly Jean Wade 10 9 9: 28
Winner: Victoria Marshall by Split Decision
Statistics: Victoria Marshall
Punches 21/33 (64%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 6/6 (100%)
GnP strikes 19/19 (100%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 486 s
Statistics: Tilly Jean Wade
Punches 25/41 (61%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 1/2 (50%)
Takedowns 4/5 (80%)
GnP strikes 12/36 (33%)
Submissions 7/7 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 486 s
[As the arena doors swing open, a feverish roar sweeps through the swarming crowd, already teetering on the brink of pandemonium. A blaze of crimson spotlights pierced through the dark, sweeping the building with a haunting glow. Amidst the flickering laser lights and blinding strobes, the entrance stage glimmered with a mysterious aura, a portal to a realm beyond the veil. The thunderous bass of the music reverberates through your bones, rattling you to your very core. The ground shook with every beat, heralding the arrival of chaos and destruction.]
[The once crisp and cool atmosphere of hours prior is now thick with the mugginess of over twenty-thousand strong, smoldering with the intoxicating aroma of booze and that sticky-sweet leaf. Pyrotechnic explosives detonate with ear-splitting force, drowning out the raucous cheers of the crowd, unleashing mayhem upon this hallowed ground.]
[And so the stage was set for a brutal crusade, a blood-soaked war of the strongest. The conquerors stood proud, confident of their victory, while the meek cowered in fear, doubts gnawing at their minds like ravenous beasts. The camera swept down to the frontlines, where three titans stood poised for battle. Bodie Sullivan stood in the center, flanked by Hall of Famers Byron McCall and Jason Jackson, dressed in impeccable attire, ready for action. The camera zoomed in for a close-up, capturing every essence of their energy.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are live exclusively on the Battleground Network here at the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota and the octagon is officially open for business for UGP 45! Hello everyone and thank you for tuning in. I am Bodie Sullivan and tonight I am joined by MMA royalty, Hall of Fame Legends Jason Jackson and Byron McCall! Gentlemen, we have an incredible lineup in store here in the City of Lakes!”
JASON JACKSON: “Absolutely, Bodielicious! This crowd is ready to erupt, and we’re kicking things off with a Bantamweight banger between two talented fighters that will set the tone for the night. Rachel Parsons, the former Everest MMA Strawweight Champion, takes on rising prospect, Magdalena Moruga.”
BYRON McCALL: “That’s right, JJ. “Razor” Rachel Parsons, a Minneapolis native training out of Twin Cities MMA, brings an excellent clinch game and agility to the cage. She’s a Muay Thai kickboxer with a tricky southpaw stance. Though she had a good run in the Bantamweight Championship Grand Prix, she fell short in the semifinals against Isabel Azevedo, so you know she’s looking to rebound here in her hometown.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Moruga, on the other hand, is ranked number five in the Bantamweight Division and looking to improve that number next to her name. The first Mexican native fighter in Union GP is a fluid striker with heavy hands and loves to fight in the phone booth. Coming from a Muay Thai kickboxing background, Moruga is hungry for her third consecutive victory after losing in the opening round of the Bantamweight Championship Grand Prix to the eventual champion, Redd Lennox.”
JASON JACKSON: “That’s a fight that promises fireworks, but the Lightweight Division is up next. Erick Costa, the former Lightweight Title Challenger, will face Catherine Harris, the former Everest MMA Featherweight Champion. Both fighters have something to prove tonight.”
BYRON McCALL: “Erick Costa, ranked number five in the division, is a kickboxer that can cause all sorts of problems for his opposition. Don’t let his record fool you; he’s a lot better than it suggests. His losses have come against tough opponents like Delaney Donovan, Abbie Peterson, Paige Holloway, 2Face Rodríguez, and not to brag, but myself. He’s become the gatekeeper of the Lightweight Division, always giving his opponents a tough challenge.”
JASON JACKSON: “Cat Harris, ranked number six, brings a freestyle wrestling background to the table. With powerful takedowns and dependable kickboxing skills, she’s hyper-aggressive and always looking to push the pace. She wants to solidify herself as a top contender and is always willing to take the fight into deep waters, revealing just how much her opponents want the win.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And now we venture into the Championship block of the card. First up, it’s an Interim Lightweight Championship bout between two familiar foes. Number two ranked Alistair McKay takes on number three ranked Abbie Peterson. These fighters met in Everest MMA to decide who would become the inaugural Featherweight Champion. McKay won that outing in convincing fashion, which propelled his status as a dominant knockout artist.”
BYRON McCALL: “That’s a fight Abbie Peterson wants to get back. Although she has won a Featherweight Championship on a smaller stage, the prestigious Union gold has continued to elude her. She’s had her opportunities but has always fallen short.”
JASON JACKSON: “Both McKay and Peterson have very similar histories, but the one major difference is that championship reign. Tonight is a big moment for Peterson, who has a chance to wrap Union gold around her waist in front of her hometown crowd! But the always game Alistair McKay is a huge hurdle to overcome, and that’s not a knock on his height, either!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “From there we move on to our Co-Main Event, and it’s a big one! A Heavyweight Championship rematch between Gauge Lattimore and Owen Barnes. Lattimore, the three-division champion and number one ranked pound-for-pound fighter, will be defending his title against Barnes, the former Heavyweight Champion.”
JASON JACKSON: “Fellas, Gauge Lattimore is on another level. He’s a southpaw boxer and possesses incredible high-volume striking. His motor never stops, and his aggression is unmatched. He beat Barnes to win the Heavyweight Title in a one-sided beatdown, and now he’s looking to make his second title defense and stamp his name as a potential Heavyweight GOAT.”
BYRON McCALL: “But Owen Barnes is no slouch. He hasn’t forgotten that first contest and I’m sure he’s going to use that as fuel for this rematch. He’s a fantastic striker with heavy hands and a long reach. He’s hungry to reclaim the Heavyweight Crown. His only loss in Union GP comes from Lattimore, and he wants redemption. This one is going to be a war!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And now, ladies and gentlemen, we move on to our Main Event of the evening! The Middleweight Championship is on the line as Noah Vanderkaay defends his title against Lovelie Saint-Cyr in a highly anticipated rematch!”
JASON JACKSON: “The Mauler is the first undefeated champion in Union GP since Cristian Bonanno, and has been a force to be reckoned with. He’s a boxer that possesses high-volume striking and has relentless ground and pound when the opportunity arises and he’s got crafty jiu-jitsu skills. He beat Saint-Cyr in a tough five-round fight, and now he’s back to prove that he’s the undisputed king of the Middleweight Division.”
BYRON McCALL: “Vanderkaay is on the trajectory to become an all-time great, but Saint-Cyr is not one to back down. He’s a former Union GP Middleweight Champion, and he’s got wins over tough opponents like Travis Decker, Derrius Webb, and again not to brag, but myself. Trained at Hit Squad and with a Shotokan Karate background, Saint-Cyr brings a well-rounded skill set to the table. This is his chance for redemption, and he’s ready to leave it all in the cage.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Folks, get ready for an unforgettable night of fights! UGP 45 is about to ignite the Target Center in Minneapolis. Stay with us as we bring you all the action, live and exclusive! It’s time to buckle up and witness the best mixed martial arts has to offer. So let’s toss it over to our very own hype man himself, the mouthpiece of MMA, Mike Dempsey, who’s on stand by awaiting his cue. IT’S BOUT TIME!”
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are live exclusively on the Battleground Network here at the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota for UGP 45: VANDERKAAY versus SAINT-CYR TWO! And now, this opening contest is scheduled for three rounds in the Union Grand Prix Bantamweight Division! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Muay Thai Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of thirteen wins, two losses. She stands 5’5”, and weighing in at 135 pounds. She is from Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico, fighting out of Entram, presenting the number five ranked Bantamweight Contender in the World, “Cold Heart” Magdalena Moruga!”
[Magdalena Moruga paces in her corner, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination. The snaps of flesh on flesh collision creates an uneasy and intimidating sensation as she unleashes a flurry of savage blows upon herself, each strike echoing with a resounding thud. With unwavering purpose, she hammers her face, body, and legs, fueling an intense fire within herself.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Kicking off the main card lineup is Magdalena Moruga, who has proven to be a highly active fighter since joining Union. This upcoming bout will mark her fifth appearance in the promotion. Although Moruga faced an early elimination in the Bantamweight Grand Prix against the eventual winner and current champion Redd Lennox, she has bounced back impressively with consecutive victories in her last two fights. Another win tonight on hostile territory would undoubtedly position her as a legitimate contender for the title.”
BYRON McCALL: “There’s no denying the excitement that surrounds Moruga as a fighter. She fearlessly embraces a high-risk, high-reward approach and isn’t afraid to go all out. This daring strategy has paid off more often than not, and when you combine her thrilling fighting style with a string of victories, it catches the attention of the higher-ups in the organization.”
JASON JACKSON: “Adding to Moruga’s appeal is the fact that she is the first Mexican native to compete in Union GP. This opens up a whole new market that hasn’t been fully explored yet, and Moruga could very well be the trailblazer who leads the way for future events in Mexico. Her success and popularity could pave the path for more opportunities and growth in that region.”
MIKE DEMPSEY: “And her opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Muay Thai Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of seven wins, four losses. She stands 5’7”, and weighing in at 135 pounds. She is from Minneapolis, Minnesota, fighting out of Twin Cities MMA, presenting the former Everest MMA Strawweight Champion and the number three ranked Bantamweight Contender in the World, “Razor” Rachel Parsons!”
[Rachel Parsons exudes an aura of steely determination in her corner, unaffected by the clamor of noise around her. She shields herself from the distractions, her eyes fixed on a distant point, deliberately avoiding the piercing gaze of their opponent. With persistent focus, she delves into the depths of her mind, conjuring a war of calculated moves and ingenious tactics, playing out the impending clash with vivid detail.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Next up we have the highly anticipated return of Rachel Parsons. After a remarkable run in the Bantamweight Grand Prix that saw her unfortunately fall short in the semifinals, Parsons is looking to bounce back in a big way. The fact that she’s competing in front of her home crowd adds an extra layer of motivation for her. We can expect nothing less than her absolute best.”
BYRON McCALL: “Absolutely, Bodie. Rachel Parsons possesses an aggressive striking style similar to that of Moruga. The similar fighting styles promise a thrilling matchup that will keep the audience on the edge of their seats from start to finish.”
JASON JACKSON: “One of the key factors that can greatly influence the outcome of this fight is Parsons’ significant reach advantage over Moruga. If Parsons effectively utilizes her reach advantage and stays active to keep Moruga at a distance, she stands a good chance of securing the dub and coming out on top in her hometown.”
[The atmosphere inside the Target Center is exhilarating as the referee, the controversial Bruno Alves, takes his position in the center of the octagon. Rachel Parsons and Magdalena Moruga, stand at opposite ends, their eyes locked in a display of intense focus and determination. As the bell rings, they touch gloves, a gesture of mutual respect before the storm begins.]
[Moruga, known for her strategic prowess, wastes no time in unleashing a barrage of jabs, seeking to find angles of attack. However, Parsons proves to be a game opponent, swiftly countering with punches that halt Moruga’s assault. The crowd is captivated by the fluidity of their movements, their exchanges a dance of power and precision.]
[In a sudden surge of aggression, Moruga throws caution to the wind and engages Parsons in a wild flurry of punches. The sound of their fists meeting fills the air, eliciting gasps and cheers from the audience. Parsons, displaying her resilience, manages to land a few powerful blows amidst the chaos, leaving Moruga momentarily staggered.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “The crowd here at the Target Center can sense the tension, folks. Every strike, every feint, is met with anticipation. Both fighters are showcasing their skills and strategy. This is shaping up to be a memorable contest!”
BYRON McCALL: “It’s a battle of wills, Bodie. Parsons and Moruga are leaving it all in the cage, fighting tooth and nail for victory. This is the type of fight that will be talked about for a long time.”
JASON JACKSON: “No doubt about it, Byron! These two warriors are putting on a show. This is what mixed martial arts is all about! The ebb and flow of the fight, the constant adjustments and reactions. Parsons and Moruga are putting it all on the line here.”
[Undeterred, Moruga launches a swift body kick, connecting with devastating accuracy. The impact resonates through Parsons’ frame, causing her to wince in pain. Sensing an opportunity, Moruga follows up with a low kick that wrenches Parsons’ knee. The crowd collectively winces, showing their sympathy for their hometown fighter.]
[Amidst the frenetic exchange, Moruga continues her relentless pursuit, attempting to cut off Parsons with a barrage of punches. Parsons reels from the strikes, her defenses momentarily compromised. The fighters find themselves locked in a symphony of punches and counterpunches, their fists striking the air in rapid succession.]
[Seizing the moment, Moruga unleashes a looping right hand, catching Parsons off guard. Staggered, Parsons attempts to regain her composure, but Moruga senses weakness. Like a predator closing in on its prey, Moruga capitalizes on Parsons’ vulnerability, delivering a flurry of jabs and crosses that test the limits of Parsons’ endurance.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Moruga’s striking has been nothing short of exceptional. But let’s not count Parsons out just yet. She’s proven her resilience time and time again.”
BYRON McCALL: “Moruga is showcasing her killer instinct here. Every punch is calculated and delivered with devastating precision. Parsons needs to find an answer and fast, or this fight might not go much longer.”
JASON JACKSON: “Moruga is not holding anything back. That low kick had the crowd wincing, and rightly so. Parsons is feeling the effects, but she’s tough as nails. This is where heart and resilience come into play.”
[A laceration forms on Rachel Parsons’ chin, a visual reminder of the intensity of this fight. Moruga showcases her versatility with a well-executed front kick that sends Parsons stumbling backward, clutching her side. The impact reverberates through the arena, eliciting a collective gasp from the crowd.]
[Displaying her grappling expertise, Moruga takes control of the clinch, pushing Parsons forward with double underhooks. Parsons, determined to escape, attempts to shrug her way out of the tight grip. With impressive agility, she circles out and slips free, a testament to her agility and determination.]
[However, Moruga refuses to relent, resuming her assault with a renewed sense of purpose. The fighters engage once again, their fists meeting in a flurry of blows, but it is Moruga who gains the upper hand, landing a devastating combo on Parsons. The crowd roars in awe and disbelief at the sheer ferocity on display.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “We are witnessing an absolute war inside the octagon, folks! Rachel Parsons is wearing the battle scars as a reminder of the intensity of this fight. Moruga is showcasing her versatility with that picture-perfect front kick!”
BYRON McCALL: “Moruga has regained her focus and now she’s coming forward with a renewed sense of purpose. That was a brutal display of power from Moruga. Parsons is feeling the impact of those shots, and the crowd can’t believe what they’re seeing.”
JASON JACKSON: “The intensity in this fight is off the charts. We’ve seen it all: the striking, the grappling, the determination. These warriors are truly pushing each other to their limits. The ferocity on display here is simply astounding.”
[The momentum swings back and forth, with both fighters landing blows, albeit with diminishing force. In a sudden burst of power, Moruga launches a solid middle kick that wrenches Parsons, causing her to wince in pain once more. Sensing her opponent’s vulnerability, Moruga presses forward, determined to finish the fight.]
[With a bone-shattering straight left hand, Moruga delivers a blow that reverberates throughout Parsons’ skull. The impact is staggering, leaving Parsons with a throbbing headache and a small cut on her right cheek. Yet, the resilient fighter refuses to back down, summoning every ounce of her willpower to stay in the contest.]
[Moruga, showcasing her grappling prowess once again, seizes the opportunity to push Parsons forward with double underhooks. The fighters find themselves locked in a clinch, the intensity of their struggle evident in their clenched fists and strained expressions. Moruga breaks free, launching a relentless flurry of hooks and body shots, driving Parsons backward.]
[In a display of sheer power, Moruga lands a sickening uppercut from the clinch, the force almost breaking Parsons’ chin. Unable to withstand the onslaught, Parsons is knocked down, her body crashing onto the canvas. The crowd erupts in a mixture of awe and concern as the referee rushes to assess her condition.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And here comes Moruga once again, pressing forward with determination. She knows she has Parsons hurt and wants to finish this fight. The referee rushes in, looking like he was about to stop it, but Parsons is still consciously defending herself.”
BYRON McCALL: “That was a devastating shot, Bodie. Parsons can’t keep absorbing that kind of damage from Moruga. The power and precision in that uppercut were simply incredible.”
JASON JACKSON: “The crowd is on their feet. Parsons is in a very vulnerable position right now. She’s trying to recover, but Moruga continues to swarm and not allow Parsons the time to do so.”
[Parsons finds herself on her back, gazing up at Moruga who stands tall, her eyes burning with triumph. With a calculated motion, Moruga raises her leg and delivers a thunderous stomp to Parsons’ face, a brutal impact that leaves the fallen fighter sprawled motionless on the mat. The crowd collectively holds its breath, their hearts heavy with a mix of admiration and concern.]
[Moments later, Moruga’s corner rushes into the ring, their jubilation evident as they congratulate their victorious fighter. The arena reverberates with applause, a testament to the intensity of the battle that has just unfolded before their eyes.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And it is all over! Un…be…lievable!”
BYRON McCALL: “What a knockout! I don’t think anyone was expecting that!”
JASON JACKSON: “That was just absolutely filthy! Magdalena Moruga just activated beast mode and connected with the kill shot!”
[As Moruga triumphantly embraces her cornermen, the audience turns into a chorus of boo birds, fully deflated by the loss of their hometown fighter. The medical team quickly enters the octagon to attend to Parsons. After a brief examination, Parsons is able to regain her footing and the physicians exit the cage, allowing both fighters to gather in the center of the octagon for the official announcement of the winner.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Bruno Alves has called for a stop in this fight at four minutes forty-one seconds in the very first round, declaring your winner by knockout, “Cold Heart” Magdalena Moruga!”
[The audience erupts in applause as Moruga is declared the winner. The two fighters exchange a respectful handshake before going their separate ways. The screen displays a graphic with the fight’s statistics and the commentators give a summary of the match.]
Winner: Magdalena Moruga by KO (Stomp) at 4:41 Round 1
Statistics: Rachel Parsons
Punches 9/20 (45%)
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 18 s
Statistics: Magdalena Moruga
Punches 27/41 (66%)
Kicks 8/9 (89%)
Clinch strikes 5/7 (71%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s
BODIE SULLIVAN: “We are back ladies and gentlemen from our break for station identification. The crowd is on fire tonight, and we have to give a big shout out to the Bantamweight Champion herself, Redd Lennox, sitting cageside tonight! It’s always great to see the best in the business spend some of their downtime just being a fan.”
BYRON McCALL: “Redd Lennox has been an absolute force to be reckoned with and it seems like she’s just getting started. Seeing her here tonight, you can bet she’s not just taking some time off, but taking the opportunity to scout some potential challengers, always staying one step ahead of the game.”
JASON JACKSON: “Redd Lennox is always keeping a close eye on the division. She’s got that DAWG in her, knowing she’s got a target on her back. It’s important for her to stay sharp and analyze the contenders in her division. I bet she’s taking mental notes and studying their styles, searching for any weaknesses she can exploit down the road.”
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for three rounds in the Union Grand Prix Lightweight Division! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Freestyle Wrestler holding a professional mixed martial arts record of nine wins, three losses. She stands 5’10”, and weighing in at 155 pounds. She is from Surrey, British Columbia, Canada, fighting out of Glory MMA, presenting the former Everest MMA Featherweight Champion and the number six ranked Lightweight Contender in the World, Catherine “The Great” Harris!”
[With a fiery determination burning in her eyes, Catherine Harris assumes her position in her corner of the octagon. The arena stands still with anticipation as she stands tall, radiating an air of confidence and readiness. As she scans the sea of eager faces surrounding her, Catherine’s heart pounds in her chest like a war drum. The weight of expectation presses against her shoulders, but she refuses to let it hinder her focus.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “The Canadian Catherine Harris looks poised for her big matchup tonight, looking to secure her first win on a Union main card. Known for her relentless wrestling skills, Harris brings a well-thought-out game plan to the table. Her strategy revolves around wearing down her opponents, taking them into deep waters, and capitalizing on her superior ground game to dominate the fight.”
BYRON McCALL: “Harris has gained a reputation for her exceptional wrestling abilities, which are particularly impressive in the 155-pound division. She employs a relentless strategy of repeatedly shooting takedowns, forcing her opponents to expend an immense amount of energy in defending against them. This tactic drains her opponents’ energy and disrupts their own game plan, keeping them off balance throughout the fight.”
JASON JACKSON: “Let’s not forget that she can throw hands, too. She’s got a couple of wins by knockout, so those sneaky strikes that set up her takedowns could turn the lights out on you if you’re not careful. The way Harris stays dedicated with the takedowns can cause her opponents to lower their hands to defend, leaving themselves wide open for a clean shot upstairs.”
MIKE DEMPSEY: “And her opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of seven wins, five losses. He stands 5’7”, and weighing in at 155 pounds. He is from San Juan, Puerto Rico, fighting out of Lion’s Den FC Las Vegas, presenting the former Union Grand Prix Lightweight Title Challenger and the number five ranked Lightweight Contender in the World, Erick Costa!”
[Erick Costa, a seasoned fighter of unparalleled toughness, gazes across the arena, his eyes focused like a wild animal on the horizon. With steadfast determination, he maintains a dignified composure, as if the storm raging inside him is nothing more than a gentle breeze. The room buzzes with excitement, but he remains an island of tranquility amidst the chaos.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Tonight presents a crucial opportunity for Erick Costa, a seasoned veteran who has faced numerous challenges in recent times. He aims to secure consecutive victories for the first time since 2021, which would provide him with some much-needed momentum. In his recent bouts, he has run through a murderer’s row such as Delaney Donovan, Abbie Peterson, Paige Holloway, and 2Face Rodríguez. Despite suffering losses against these tough opponents, Costa’s skills and performances continue to solidify his position as one of the top five contenders in the division.”
BYRON McCALL: “Costa has managed to maintain his position in the upper ranks for several reasons. Firstly, he possesses a willingness to face any opponent, regardless of the circumstances. There’s a lot of politicking that goes behind the scenes where some fighters want to cherry-pick their opponents for optimal probability. Not this guy though. Secondly, he consistently delivers competitive performances in every fight, whether he emerges victorious or not. Costa rarely gets overpowered in his fights. He makes every single fighter that stands across from him earn every second.”
JASON JACKSON: “Within this historically competitive division, Costa is often regarded as the benchmark by which others are measured. Those who have managed to get the best of him in the past have gone on to achieve significant success. While Costa has always showcased the potential to be a championship-caliber fighter, he has yet to fully realize his capabilities. However, tonight he looks focused and determined, which tells me that he is prepared to give Cat Harris a run for her money.”
[The crowd buzzes with anticipation. All eyes are fixated on the cage, where the referee, Archie Driscoll, stands tall, ready to oversee the impending clash of titans. As the bell reverberates through the arena, signaling the start of the bout, the two fighters step forward, their bodies tense and poised for action. They stand in the center of the cage, locked in a silent battle of wills, their eyes locked onto each other, searching for the slightest hint of vulnerability.]
[Erick Costa unleashes a series of precise strikes that find their mark with devastating accuracy. The impact rattles Harris, momentarily staggering her. Costa’s shots have an almost poetic fluidity, each blow painting a masterpiece of controlled chaos. However, Harris is not one to be easily subdued. With a feigned punch, she swiftly changes her strategy, executing a lightning-fast takedown. Caught off guard, Costa finds himself suddenly sprawled on the canvas, his world quickly turned upside down.]
[Harris seizes the advantage, her body poised over Costa’s in open guard. She attempts to close her legs around him, hoping to tighten her grip and limit his movements. But despite her efforts, Costa resists, denying her the chance to establish dominance. Undeterred, Harris shifts her weight, her movements graceful yet purposeful, as she seeks to improve her position. With a burst of strength, she manages to free a leg from Costa’s grip, transitioning into a half guard. Costa, realizing the threat, attempts to counter by closing the guard, but Harris thwarts his efforts, keeping the distance between them.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And just when we thought Costa had the upper hand, Harris surprises everyone with that lightning-fast takedown! Costa had no time to react, and now he finds himself in a precarious position.”
BYRON McCALL: “That takedown could be a game-changer, Bodie. It shows the versatility of Harris’ skill set. She can strike, she can grapple, and Costa’s finding that out the hard way. He needs to find a way to escape from this dominant position.”
JASON JACKSON: “You’re right, Byron. This is where the fight can take a different turn. Harris on top, in open guard, looking to establish control. Costa isn’t making it easy for her, though. He’s defending well, denying her the opportunity to fully impose her will.”
[Harris maneuvers her body, perched on her knees, meticulously working to dismantle Costa’s defenses. Sensing her intentions, Costa employs a clever strategy, leveraging his weight and seizing hold of Harris’ arms, thwarting her progress. The struggle between them resembles a mesmerizing dance, each move calculated and executed with precision. A glimmer of hope shines through for Harris as she draws upon her wrestling skills, employing them to her advantage. With a burst of determination, she manages to escape the closed guard, momentarily evading Costa’s grasp. However, her respite is short-lived, as Costa quickly regains control, restraining her movements and denying her the opportunity for a superior position.]
[The lack of significant activity prompts Archie Driscoll, the referee, to intervene. With a commanding presence, he separates the fighters, directing them to resume the fight on their feet. Both Harris and Costa rise, their bodies glimmering with sweat and eyes locked onto each other. Costa seeks to find openings, launching a series of jabs, aiming to expose any vulnerability in Harris’ defense. His efforts are met with a swift response as Harris retaliates with a flurry of punches, countering his every move. The crowd erupts in applause as the two warriors engage in a captivating display of skill and tenacity.]
[Harris, fueled by determination, unleashes a looping right hand with unbridled force, but Costa, ever the agile tactician, evades the blow with a nimble leap back and counters with a quick jab of his own. The exchange, though visually impressive, leaves both fighters unsatisfied, the blows falling short of their intended targets. As they continue to circle each other, the atmosphere within the arena becomes charged with excitement. Costa attempts a hook to the body, his aim true, but Harris exhibits her agility, smoothly dodging the strike, her movements almost ethereal.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “The striking exchanges between these fighters are incredible, but they’re still searching for that perfect shot. The blows are falling just short of their intended targets, showcasing the defensive skills and evasiveness of both Harris and Costa.”
BYRON McCALL: “Harris’s footwork and defensive skills are on full display here. She’s making it difficult for Costa to find his range and land clean shots.”
JASON JACKSON: “Both of these fighters are refusing to give an inch. You gotta love the tenacity of these two!”
[A left hook from Costa, executed with great force, sails through the air, missing its mark by a hair. Harris capitalizes on the opening, launching her own assault, a symphony of jabs intertwining with Costa’s punches. The crowd roars in approval, their cheers reverberating through the arena. Harris, displaying her versatility, shifts her strategy, relying on a series of leg kicks to disrupt Costa’s rhythm. Yet, her efforts are thwarted as Costa meticulously checks each kick, his defense unwavering. In a bold display of power, Costa channels his aggression into a furious low kick, aiming to weaken Harris’ left leg. The impact is jarring, the force resonating through her body, momentarily unsettling her balance. She grimaces, fighting through the pain, her determination unyielding.]
[Once again, the fighters find themselves in the center of the cage, locked in a battle of wills. Their movements grow more frenetic, each strike and counterstrike executed with a hint of desperation, yet lacking the necessary power to deliver a knockout blow. With a crisp uppercut followed by a hard jab, Costa momentarily gains the upper hand, causing Harris to stumble backward, her footing momentarily compromised. Yet, she quickly regains her composure, refusing to let her opponent’s advantage deter her.]
[Undeterred, Harris latches onto Costa’s left leg, desperately attempting a takedown. However, Costa skillfully maintains his footing, pushing Harris away. In a flurry of exchanged blows, both fighters relentlessly pursue victory. Each punch, a testament to their determination, reverberates through the air, but fails to find its intended target. The crowd holds its breath, enthralled by the spectacle unfolding before them. Costa, sensing the need for a change in tactics, opts for a series of tentative punches, testing Harris’ defenses. However, Harris seizes the opportunity, weathering the storm and emerging from the exchange with the upper hand. The horn sounds, a resounding proclamation marking the conclusion of the first round, leaving the audience yearning for more.]
[The second round begins with Harris and Costa resuming their clash within the confines of the cage. They circle each other, their movements calculated and deliberate, as they search for an opening in their opponent’s defense. In a flurry, Harris and Costa engage in a wild exchange of punches, their fists a blur of motion. The sound of impact echoes throughout the arena, punctuated by the gasps and cheers of the enthralled crowd. Amidst the chaos, Harris manages to land a few blows, her strikes finding their mark with precision.]
[Seeking to gain the upper hand, Harris seizes her opportunity and swiftly moves in, aiming to take the fight to the ground. She wraps her arms around Costa’s waist, attempting to execute a takedown. However, Costa resists, displaying immense strength and agility, thwarting her efforts and maintaining his upright position. With a fierce determination, Harris launches a powerful hook to Costa’s body off the break, her intent to inflict damage evident. Yet, Costa sidesteps the blow, his eyes keenly focused on the opportunity to counter. In a split second of perfect timing, he delivers a punishing right hand, connecting with resounding force. The impact is substantial, causing Harris to lose her balance and slip to the canvas.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “BOOM! The momentum has shifted, folks. Costa’s counterpunching and power have come into play. Harris needs to regroup and find a way to recover. This fight has taken yet another intriguing turn.”
BYRON McCALL: “The resilience of both fighters is being tested. It’s moments like these that separate the extraordinary from the ordinary. Let’s see how Harris responds to this adversity. She’s shown great heart throughout this fight.”
JASON JACKSON: “The ebb and flow of this fight is incredible, guys. Both Harris and Costa are showing their grit. This fight is far from over, and I can’t wait to see how these two continue to adapt to the challenges ahead.”
[Now, with Costa standing tall and Harris grounded, the dynamic of the fight shifts. Harris, lying on her back, attempts to fight back from this unfavorable position. In a display of resilience, she throws a kick towards Costa’s knee, hoping to catch him off guard. However, Costa evades the strike with a deft movement, denying Harris the chance to capitalize on her offensive maneuver. Undeterred, Harris launches an up-kick, aiming for Costa’s head, but once again, Costa anticipates the attack and gracefully evades the blow. His evasive maneuvers display a calculated awareness of his surroundings, leaving Harris frustrated in her attempts to find a chink in his armor.]
[Sensing an opportunity to inflict damage, Costa retaliates with a powerful kick aimed at Harris’ thigh. The impact reverberates through the arena, eliciting a collective gasp from the spectators. The thud is accompanied by a resounding pop. Harris, still grounded, continues her offensive efforts, launching another up-kick towards Costa’s head. However, once again, Costa evades the blow, his movement fluid and precise, his defensive prowess on full display. Harris, undeterred, kicks her legs in an attempt to create distance and keep Costa at bay, yet her efforts fail to inflict any meaningful damage. Referee Archie Driscoll intervenes, halting the fight to stand up Harris. Both fighters return to their feet, ready to continue the exhilarating bout.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Good awareness from Cat Harris, defending herself on the ground with some up-kicks. Now that they’re both back on their feet, she needs to be more mindful of Costa’ power.”
BYRON McCALL: “Harris definitely got rocked but is still very much in this. She needs to work on setting up her takedowns without taking too much damage.”
JASON JACKSON: “Yeah she can’t afford to play into Costa’s game. She looks like she’s still buzzing from that shot. She needs to make some adjustments on the fly here.”
[Costa remains focused on his objective. He delivers a powerful hook to Harris’ body, targeting her ribs with ruthless precision. The blow lands with a resounding thud, eliciting a grimace of pain from Harris. Costa’s confidence grows with each successful strike, his mind honed on the fight at hand. Seizing another opportunity, he capitalizes on an opening, delivering a thunderous right hand that finds its mark on Harris’ cheek. The impact is jarring, causing Harris to stumble and ultimately collapse onto the canvas.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “OOOOH! Erick Costa just landed a chin spinner and put an end to this fight! ”
BYRON McCALL: “Incredible precision and perfect timing from Costa! He had been relentlessly attacking the body, wearing Harris down, and then unleashed an unexpected shot to the head without any resistance!”
JASON JACKSON: “Yeah, that sequence was a thing of beauty. Incredible finish for Erick Costa, who now stacks wins in back-to-back fights!”
[The sight of Harris laid out on the mat is a testament to Costa’s devastating power. As the arena erupts with a mix of shock and awe, Costa’s corner rushes in, overjoyed in their celebration of his victory. The crowd watches in both anticipation and concern. The medical team quickly enters the octagon to attend to Harris. After a brief examination, she’s able to regain her footing and the physicians exit the cage, allowing both fighters to gather in the center of the octagon for the official announcement of the winner.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Archie Driscoll has called for a stop in this fight at four minutes sixteen seconds in the second round, declaring your winner by knockout, Erick Costa!”
[The audience erupts in applause as Costa is declared the winner. The two fighters exchange a respectful handshake before going their separate ways. The screen displays a graphic with the fight’s statistics and the commentators give a summary of the match.]
Winner: Erick Costa by KO (Punch) at 4:16 Round 2
Statistics: Erick Costa
Punches 23/33 (70%)
Kicks 3/3 (100%)
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 81 s
Statistics: Catherine Harris
Punches 11/19 (58%)
Kicks 0/3 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 1/3 (33%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 148 s
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back to the broadcast, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve got a lot more action ahead, but before we get to that, let’s take a moment to acknowledge a rising star in the crowd. Jason, we’ve got Sky Sakarya, a promising rookie who’ll be headlining Everest // The 6ix. What do you make of her presence here tonight?”
BYRON McCALL: “Bodie, it’s great to see Sky Sakarya here, soaking in the atmosphere. This is an incredible opportunity for her to witness the intensity and energy of a packed arena. It’s moments like these that can really fuel a fighter’s motivation.”
JASON JACKSON: “It’s a huge opportunity for her, witnessing the magnitude of a platform where she’ll soon be in the spotlight. I know from experience how valuable it is to observe and absorb the atmosphere before stepping into the octagon yourself. It all adds to the fuel that’ll drive her on fight night.”
[The arena lights suddenly cut out and the entire building is pitch black. The crowd is initially quiet, but the anticipation grows with each passing second, and roars of cheers grow louder with splatters of cell phone lights flickering all around. Then without warning, a heavy guitar riff rips through the PA System with a brilliant white light bursting to the tempo of the kick drum.]
♫
TARGET ON MY BACK LONE SURVIVOR LASTS
THEY GOT ME IN THEIR SIGHTS
NO SURRENDER NO
TRIGGER FINGERS GO
LIVING THE DANGEROUS LIFE
♫
[As the first verse to “Feel Invincible” by Skillet floods the airwaves, a singular spotlight shines down onto the main stage, and out comes Abbie Peterson from the back. With a stoic expression, Abbie is flanked by her cornermen on either side of her, with a similar attitude conveyed. Never breaking stride, Abbie sets her sights on the octagon and nothing more.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Listen to this crowd, gentlemen. Take a moment to appreciate the magnitude. The Minneapolis crowd is showing their unwavering support for Abbie Peterson, their homegrown warrior. This fight holds monumental significance for her, presenting several opportunities that could shape her future. Firstly, she has the chance to seek redemption against an opponent who denied her the inaugural Everest MMA Featherweight Championship. Secondly, a victory would secure her an interim Union GP Title, adding another prestigious accolade to her name. Lastly, and perhaps most personally, she has the extraordinary privilege of showcasing her skills in front of her hometown crowd. The enormity of these stakes couldn’t be any higher for Abbie Peterson.”
BYRON McCALL: “And let me tell you, Bodie, this is a moment that Abbie truly deserves. She embodies the epitome of toughness, consistently delivering remarkable performances that leave fans with their jaws on the floor. Her world class Muay Thai perfectly complements her ability to maintain distance, and she possesses a devastating clinch game that can inflict serious damage upon her opponents.”
JASON JACKSON: “Fellas, she knows the weight of this situation. Very few fighters are blessed with the opportunity to compete on such a grand stage in their own hometown. This is a pivotal moment that holds the power to alter not only Abbie Peterson’s career path but her entire life. Just talking about it gives me the chilly willies, and I can only imagine the flood of emotions coursing through her mind at this very moment.”
[Once she reached the cageside area, Abbie unzips her warmups and hands them off to one coach while she listens to the final pep talk from her head coach Colby Anderson. After embracing each cornerman, Abbie turns to the official to get inspected. Once she’s been cleared, she points to the heavens and races up the steps and jogs straight to her corner where she begins shadow boxing against one of the posts.]
♫
YOU GOTTA FIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN, TO GET TO THE TOP
YOU GOTTA PUSH THROUGH IT ALL, IF IT’S WHAT YOU WANT
SCREAMING THIS IS A CALL TO THE DREAMERS
DIG A LITTLE DEEPER, MAKE ‘EM BELIEVERS
♫
[As soon as the beat drops, the arena cuts to black. The crowd rumbles with anticipation and as soon as the heavy riff of the guitar shreds through the airwaves, brilliant white strobe lights illuminate the building. Plumes of fire pulse with the beat of the song on the main stage and just then, Alistair McKay makes his presence known. He never stops, but his pace is slow as to soak in the energy. Members of his training camp flank him from all sides a few steps behind, allowing the Australian flag he has draped over his shoulder room to flow.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Alistair McKay makes his way to the octagon with tenacious devotion, aiming to claim the Interim Championship. McKay has established himself as a dominant force since turning pro, but has fallen short in his quests at the Union GP’s ultimate prize. His only losses came at the hands of Delaney Donovan and Paige Holloway, both in the pursuit of the undisputed 155-pound Championship. He’s been given another chance for redemption, as he finds himself facing a familiar opponent.”
BYRON McCALL: “Securing a win at this level is challenging enough, but doing it twice against the same opponent poses a completely different hurdle to surmount. When two fighters have previously shared the octagon, they become well aware of each other’s tendencies and nuances, some of which may not be picked up from watching tape. McKay and Peterson will need to introduce new elements to their game in order to keep their opponent on their toes.”
JASON JACKSON: “It’s important to factor in that McKay and Peterson fought early in their professional careers, back in September 2020. Since then, McKay has had ten fights, while Peterson has had nine in Union GP. This considerable cage time between their first encounter and now has allowed them to fine-tune their respective specialties and gain a deep understanding of what works and what doesn’t. Undoubtedly, they have closely followed each other’s careers. Although their first meeting lasted just over a minute, it remains to be seen how much they learned about each other. One thing is certain: Abbie must have learned the hard way that taking too many shots from ‘Bombs Away’ McKay is not a good idea!”
[McKay finally makes it to the cageside area, where he begins to disrobe. After handing off his warmups to a coach on his right, he goes down the line, giving a hug to each and everyone one of his cornermen. McKay then turns to the official, where he gets inspected and face greased. Once he’s been cleared, Alistair bear crawls up the steps then explodes in the cage by jumping high into the air. McKay runs a few laps around the perimeter of the octagon before finally settling into his corner.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the first of two Co-Main Events of the evening! Sanctioned by the Minnesota Office of Combative Sports, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Dillon Armstrong, Logan Turner, and Callum Bell, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Ron Anderson. AND NOW, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Live from the sold out Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, streaming exclusively on the Battleground Network…”
IT’S TIME!
MIKE DEMPSEY: “The following contest is scheduled for five rounds and it is for the Union Grand Prix Interim Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Muay Thai Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of eleven wins, four losses. She stands 6’ even, and weighing in at 155 pounds. She is from Minneapolis, Minnesota, fighting out of Twin Cities MMA — presenting the former Union Grand Prix Lightweight Title Challenger and the number three ranked Lightweight Contender in the World, “Blackjack” Abbie Peterson!”
[Abbie Peterson bounces on her toes, radiating energy and excitement. She smiles and pumps her fists in the air to get the crowd engaged. She exudes a positive and enthusiastic vibe, channeling her pre-fight nerves into positive energy.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “And her opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of eleven wins, two losses. He stands 5’6”, and weighing in at 155 pounds. He is from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, fighting out of Real Killas MMA — presenting the former Everest MMA Featherweight Champion, the former Union Grand Prix Lightweight Title Challenger and the number two ranked Lightweight Contender in the World, “Artillery” Alistair McKay”
[Alistair McKay remains calm and collected during the introductions. He maintains a serious expression, keeping his mind solely on the task at hand. He closes their eyes briefly, taking deep breaths to center himself and get mentally prepared for the war that lies ahead.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “The time for talk is over, folks. We are all set for a possible twenty-five minutes of action to determine who goes home as the Interim Lightweight Champion!”
[The referee steps to the center of the cage and motions for both fighters to meet. With Mike Dempsey standing behind holding the microphone, referee Ron Anderson gives one final pep talk.]
RON ANDERSON: “Alright fighters, we’ve gone through the rules in the back. Protect yourself at all times, follow my instructions, touch gloves and let’s do it.”
[Both fighters seem ready to burst with adrenaline. Without much hesitation, they touch gloves and quickly backpedal to their respective corners. As they settle into their stances, Ron Anderson checks off with each fighter one last time, ensuring they are both ready for the challenge that lies ahead.]
[The excitement in the arena is deafening as the crowd eagerly awaits the start of the fight. Ron Anderson, the experienced and authoritative referee, takes his position in the center of the octagon. His steely gaze commands respect, and the fighters know that they are under the watchful eye of a true professional. As the bell rings, signaling the beginning of the bout, Alistair McKay and Abbie Peterson step forward, their eyes locked in a fierce determination.]
[McKay initiates the action with a swift and precise one-two combination, his fists slicing through the air with vicious intent. However, Peterson, equally skilled and well-prepared, swiftly raises her defenses, deflecting the onslaught with a resolute block. It’s a moment of sheer athleticism and defensive prowess that elicits gasps from the crowd.]
[But suddenly, McKay falters for a split second, a slight misstep in his footwork, and Peterson, with the instincts of a predator, seizes the opportunity to counter. She lunges forward, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the chase. The audience holds its collective breath as the two fighters engage in a fierce exchange.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Peterson’s killer instinct is on full display, seizing the moment and closing the distance! Both fighters are now in the trenches, exchanging blow after blow! This is the kind of back-and-forth action that will keep you glued to the screen!”
BYRON McCALL: “It’s an all-out war in there, Bodie! These fighters are leaving it all in the octagon! McKay needs to regain his footing and find a way to turn the tide, but Peterson is capitalizing on every opportunity with her relentless aggression!”
JASON JACKSON: “This is where the mental and physical toughness of a fighter truly shines. McKay needs to weather the storm and come up with a game plan to neutralize Peterson’s attacks. McKay needs to utilize his footwork and create some distance to reset the momentum. He can’t afford to get caught up in Peterson’s games.”
[In a display of her grappling skills, Peterson expertly maneuvers her opponent, trapping him in a double overhook. McKay, momentarily caught off guard, tries to regain control, launching a furious knee towards Peterson. However, Abbie demonstrates her defensive prowess once again, blocking the strike with steely determination. The struggle for dominance is evident in every fiber of their bodies.]
[As the intense battle rages on, McKay unleashes a relentless flurry of punches, his fists a blur of motion. But Peterson, with the agility of a tiger, manages to evade the blows, deftly slipping out of the corner and circling away. The ebb and flow of the fight is captivating, keeping the spectators on the edge of their seats.]
[McKay’s aggression gets the better of him, his technique momentarily slipping. Sensing a chance to turn the tide, Peterson seizes the moment. She delivers a powerful low kick, targeting McKay’s vulnerable legs, but she doesn’t stop there; her versatility shines as she quickly switches tactics, launching a superb body kick that lands with devastating force. The impact reverberates through the arena, echoing in the ears of the enthralled audience. McKay clutches his side in pain, his body momentarily betraying him.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “What a dynamic clash we have here! McKay’s unleashing a storm of punches, but Peterson dodges the traffic and slips away from the corner with remarkable cage awareness.”
BYRON McCALL: “McKay’s aggression can sometimes get the better of him, and it just did! Peterson capitalizes on the opening, launching a powerful low kick aimed at McKay’s legs. But she doesn’t stop there, folks! She switches gears swiftly, delivering a devastating body kick.”
JASON JACKSON: “Peterson is showcasing her full arsenal here! That low kick was precise, targeting McKay’s legs, chipping away at his foundation and keeping him at a distance. Very smart play.”
[Yet, despite the setback, McKay summons his resolve and unleashes a bone-shattering straight left hand. The sheer power behind the punch is daunting, but Peterson, ever the agile warrior, ducks under the blow, her movements fluid and graceful.]
[With a renewed focus, McKay follows up with a vicious hook to the body, his muscles straining with the effort. Peterson sidesteps the attack, her eyes scanning for an opening to retaliate. And retaliate she does, launching a brutal-looking high kick that seems to defy the laws of gravity. The impact, thunderous and reverberating, echoes through the arena, reaching even the furthest corners. It’s a moment that leaves the spectators breathless, their eyes widening in sheer amazement.]
[But McKay is not one to be deterred. In a display of sheer determination, he unleashes another bone-shattering straight left hand, his knuckles finding their mark on Peterson’s face with unrelenting force. The impact is jarring, leaving Peterson with a throbbing headache that threatens to consume her focus. Her right cheek begins to swell, a testament to the power behind McKay’s punch.]
[The battle intensifies as both fighters showcase their skills and engage in wild exchanges. Each punch and counterpunch sends shockwaves of adrenaline through the crowd, their cheers and gasps blending into a symphony of excitement.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “McKay faced adversity early on, but now he’s showing his true mettle with that bone-shattering straight left hand! McKay is relentless, showing no signs of backing down!”
BYRON McCALL: “McKay’s determination is undeniable, Bodie. But let’s not count Peterson out just yet. Despite the damage she’s endured, she’s still standing strong, showcasing incredible resilience. Both fighters are locked in a battle of wills, and every punch they throw has the potential to end it just like that!”
JASON JACKSON: “It’s exchanges like these that remind us why we love this sport so much, B. The intensity and heart on full display. Both McKay and Peterson are leaving everything in the cage, and the fans are the ultimate beneficiaries and we’re still in the first round!”
[Despite the ferocity of the fight, a mutual respect is evident between McKay and Peterson. Each movement, each strike is executed with the utmost precision and care, a testament to their understanding of the craft and their recognition of each other’s abilities.]
[McKay digs a hook deep into Peterson’s body. The impact resonates through her core, a searing reminder of the unforgiving nature of the sport. Undeterred, Peterson takes a step forward, her eyes gleaming with determination. But before she can mount her offense, McKay catches her with a thunderous uppercut to the face. The force of the blow sends shockwaves through her body, momentarily staggering her. Yet, true to her resilient spirit, Peterson regains her composure and unleashes a barrage of jabs and crosses, capitalizing on McKay’s momentary lapse.]
[The fight reaches its crescendo as McKay searches for angles to launch his attacks. He throws a series of jabs, hoping to catch Peterson off guard, but Abbie proves to be a formidable opponent, countering with swift and precise punches of her own. It’s a display of skill and determination that leaves the spectators in awe.]
[But McKay, driven by an unyielding desire to assert his dominance, delivers a Superman punch that exudes raw power. The impact is nothing short of astonishing, a spectacle that evokes gasps and cheers from the crowd. Peterson, caught off guard, stumbles backward, her body colliding with the unforgiving fence. Ron Anderson, witnessing the toll the fight has taken on Peterson, steps in to intervene. He waves his arms, signaling the end of the fight, as Peterson is deemed unable to defend herself intelligently any longer.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And this one is all over! Alistair McKay is on a mission, searching for that moment to assert his dominance and there it is! A Superman punch that lands with tremendous power to end this fight inside the first frame!”
BYRON McCALL: “Unbelievable timing for McKay. He works behind the jab, keeping Peterson honest, and once he sees the tight window opening, he pounces and puts this one to bed.”
JASON JACKSON: “Alistair McKay does it again! He sits Abbie Peterson down in one round, showcasing once again the terrifying knockout power he possesses. Man, what an incredible win for Alistair McKay!”
[As McKay walks off to his corner, the audience erupts into pandemonium. The medical team quickly enters the octagon to attend to Peterson. After a brief examination, Abbie is able to regain her footing and the physicians exit the cage, allowing both fighters to gather in the center of the octagon for the official announcement of the winner.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Ron Anderson has called for a stop in this fight at two minutes thirty-two seconds in the very first round, declaring your winner by technical knockout, AAAAAND NEEEEEW Union Grand Prix Interim Lightweight Champion, “Artillery” Alistair McKay!”
[The audience erupts with mixed reactions as McKay is declared the winner and has the title wrapped around his waist. The two fighters exchange a respectful handshake before going their separate ways. The screen displays a graphic with the fight’s statistics and the commentators give a summary of the match.]
Winner: Alistair McKay by TKO (Superman Punch) at 2:32 Round 1
Statistics: Alistair McKay
Punches 10/19 (53%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/6 (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
Statistics: Abbie Peterson
Punches 7/12 (58%)
Kicks 2/2 (100%)
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 thunderous crowd slowly simmers to a dull roar, revealing the triumphant figure of Alistair McKay standing tall in the center of the octagon. Bodie Sullivan made his way through the sea of coaches and staff personnel to get to the newly crowned Union GP interim Lightweight Champion for a quick word.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the winner AND NEW Union Grand Prix Interim Lightweight Champion, Alistair McKay. Alistair, this was a performance we have all known to expect out of you. How are you feeling right now at this moment, considering you’ve beaten Abbie Peterson for a second time and once again have gold around your waist as a result?”
ALISTAIR McKAY: “Thank you, Bodie. I appreciate it. I’m feeling a mix of emotions right now—elation, relief, and a deep sense of gratitude. It was a tough fight against Abbie Peterson, and I have the utmost respect for her as a fighter.”
[The dimmed lights cast an ethereal glow on the two figures, emphasizing the gravity of the moment.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Abbie Peterson certainly put up a great fight, but you managed to come out on top once again. What was your strategy going into this rematch, especially in her hometown?”
ALISTAIR McKAY: “Well, Abbie is an exceptional athlete, and I knew she would bring her A-game tonight. My strategy was to stay focused, patient, and capitalize on any openings that presented themselves. I trained hard for this fight, and I have an incredible team behind me. They helped me fine-tune my skills and develop a game plan that ultimately paid off.”
[Alistair’s voice exuded a quiet confidence, his words carrying a sense of humble determination. The crowd now listened intently, captivated by his every syllable.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “You mentioned in your pre-fight interviews that this may very well be your final run. Can you elaborate on that?”
ALISTAIR McKAY: “Yeah, Bodie. This has been a long and incredible journey for me. I’ve had my share of setbacks, falling short in my previous attempts at becoming the undisputed champion. Delaney Donovan and Paige Holloway are phenomenal fighters, and they deserved their wins. I’ve learned from those experiences, though, and I believe this could be my last chance to make that dream a reality. I’m 31 years old, I’m no spring chicken. This will be my third shot at the undisputed title. I want to leave a legacy, not just for myself but for all those who have supported me throughout the years. If I can’t jump that hurdle after three tries, then that pretty much shuts the door. I know this, I’ve accepted that I could be competing in borrowed time.”
[A hushed silence fell over the arena, punctuated only by the distant echoes of cheering fans in the background. McKay’s words resonated with the crowd, stirring a profound sense of anticipation.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Alistair, you’ve captured the interim title tonight, so it seems like a no-brainer that you’ll face 2Face Rodríguez next for the undisputed championship.”
ALISTAIR McKAY: “The next step is to continue improving, honing my skills, and challenging myself against the very best in the division. I will be waiting for 2Face Rodríguez to settle his contract dispute. Until then, I’ll stay dedicated to my craft, always striving to become the best version of myself.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Well, Alistair, you’ve proven time and time again that you’re a force to be reckoned with in the Lightweight division. Congratulations once again on a tremendous victory tonight.”
ALISTAIR McKAY: “Thank you, Bodie. I appreciate the kind words, and I want to thank the fans, my team, and everyone who has been with me on this journey. This win is for all of you.”
[With a final nod of acknowledgement, Alistair McKay stepped back into the crowd of coaches, his future shining bright as he embarked on one last quest for championship glory. The interview concluded, leaving behind a sense of excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back fight fans! We still have much more to come, but before we dive back into the action, I couldn’t help but notice a familiar face in the crowd. It’s none other than former Lightweight Champion, Paige Holloway. Her status has been in limbo ever since the interim lightweight title bout was announced. Despite being the number one contender, she’s been the odd-one-out in this whole ordeal due to 2Face Rodriguez’s ongoing contract negotiations.”
BYRON McCALL: “ It’s been a frustrating time for Paige, no doubt. She’s an incredibly talented fighter, a future Hall of Famer in fact, and it’s unfortunate to see her caught in the middle of all this uncertainty.”
JASON JACKSON: “Unfortunately, that’s the nature of the fight game. The business side of things can often impact a fighter’s career. Paige is a true professional though. I’m sure she’s been training tirelessly, staying in peak condition, and keeping herself sharp. You can bet she’s itching to get back in that cage and we’re all hoping she gets a fight booked sooner rather than later.”
♫
THEY’RE GONNA TAKE THIS
STRUMMING ALONG HAMMER IT IN SO I CAN SING MY SONG
THE DEVIL’S DONE THIS TO ME
I TORE THIS PLACE DOWN, CALL OUT
BUILDING THE CAGES THAT BROKE US DOWN
BOY GET BACK DOWN ON YOUR KNEES
♫
[The heavy riffs of “No Masters” by Bad Wolves hits the PA system at the same time as the lights in the arena dim down. Owen Barnes makes his presence known as he walks to the main stage, flanked by his Head Coach Colby Anderson and the rest of his cornermen. His eyes fixated on the cage, Barnes never breaks his stride and continues his stoic walk down to the octagon.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “The big man Owen Barnes is making his way to the octagon now and he looks ready to dish out some revenge. Never have we seen someone manhandle this giant so decisively as Gauge Lattimore did in their first meeting. Tonight he gets the opportunity to reclaim his title and become just the sixth fighter in Union GP history to be a two-time division champ, and just the second heavyweight to accomplish that feat.”
BYRON McCALL: “It just goes to show how difficult it is to recreate that kind of momentum. Just a handful of fighters have been able to do it, and if there was one today that can manage to reach that pinnacle a second time, I’d say Owen Barnes would fit that mold.”
JASON JACKSON: “Barnes has accomplished so much in such a short amount of time, you kind of forget that he’s only 26 years old. That’s pretty young for a heavyweight, so he’s still got so much time to improve. This is about as good of a situation you’ll get to tie the series. He’s got some good momentum built up and he’s in his hometown. He’s gonna feed off that energy and it’ll allow him to push further than he ever thought was possible.”
[Owen Barnes makes it to the cageside area and rips his warmups off. He zones in to his head coach Colby Anderson giving him a final pep talk, then gives a fist bump to each of his cornermen. Owen turns to the official to get inspected, and once he’s been cleared, he stomps his way up the steps and meanders his way to his corner.]
♫
HERE I COME AGAIN NOW BABY
LIKE A DOG IN HEAT
YOU CAN TELL IT’S ME BY THE CLAMOR NOW BABY
I LIKE TO TEAR UP THE STREETS
NOW I BEEN SMOKIN’ FOR SO LONG
YOU KNOW I’M HERE TO STAY
GOT YOU IN A STRANGLEHOLD BABY
YOU BEST GET OUTTA THE WAY
♫
[As the crowd rumbles with anticipation, the lights in the arena begin to flicker, then suddenly shut off completely. The crowd roared with excitement as the sound of guitar riffs filled the air. The opening notes of Ted Nugent’s “Stranglehold” boomed through the stadium’s speakers, signaling the cue of Gauge Lattimore. From behind the curtains, Lattimore emerges, donning a black and blue robe with his nickname, “Lights Out” emblazoned in bold letters on the back. He strides confidently towards the Octagon, accompanied by his team of cornermen and coaches, all of whom wear matching black and blue attire.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “The Heavyweight King is here and although the crowd isn’t giving him any flowers tonight, you cannot deny what he’s been able to achieve. Lattimore has been able to beat the best this business has ever witnessed, and he shows no signs of slowing down.”
BYRON McCALL: “Gauge Lattimore has reached a level not many can claim, but even he knows he can’t afford to take his foot off the pedal. You heard him during the lead up, he doesn’t have the greatest track record when it comes to rematches. I think he’s ready to erase that stigma tonight.”
JASON JACKSON: “You said it best, Byron. If he wants to change that knock about him, he’s going to have to go full throttle. We all watched him beat Barnes down for five rounds to the point I believed the referee should have stepped in and stopped it. He cannot rest on those laurels. He has to acknowledge that Barnes is going to come out looking to take his head off his shoulders. I’d be surprised if this one goes the distance this time. Someone is getting slept!”
[As Lattimore approaches the cage, the official intercepts him for a mandatory inspection. The referee checks his gloves, wraps, cup, and mouthguard, ensuring that everything is secure and safe for both fighters. Lattimore takes this moment to psych himself up, bouncing on his toes and shadowboxing in place, while the crowd continues to cheer him on. After passing the inspection, Lattimore proceeds to the entrance of the Octagon, where he stops and takes a moment to soak in the energy of the crowd. He pumps his fist in the air, igniting an even louder roar from his supporters. He then climbs up the steps and into the cage, where he casually walks over to his corner, ready for battle.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the second Co-Main Event of the evening! Sanctioned by the Minnesota Office of Combative Sports, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Bradley Cox, Marco Williams, and Gabriel Price, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Lars Levy. AND NOW, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Live from the sold out Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, streaming exclusively on the Battleground Network…”
IT’S TIME!
MIKE DEMPSEY: “The following contest is scheduled for five rounds and it is for the Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of nine wins, two losses. He stands 6’8”, and weighing in at 265 pounds. He is from Saint Paul, Minnesota, fighting out of Twin Cities MMA — presenting the former Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Champion and the number one ranked Heavyweight Contender in the World, “The Viper” Owen Barnes!”
[In his corner, bathed in a soft, golden glow cast by a single spotlight overhead, Owen Barnes stood strong and tall. His chiseled jaw clenched with determination, as if etched in stone, while his piercing eyes mirrored the flickering fire in his heart. A bead of sweat danced down his furrowed brow, defying gravity for a fleeting moment before succumbing to the gravitational pull of his unwavering focus. Owen Barnes stood there, embracing the storm of emotions within him, ready to reclaim greatness.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of twenty-four wins, four losses. He stands 6’3”, and weighing in at 245 pounds. He is from Detroit, Michigan, fighting out of Gold Blooded MMA — presenting THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Champion of the World, Gauge “Lights Out” Lattimore!”
[The deafening chorus of boos reverberated through the colossal arena, swirling around like a storm. As the spotlight bathed the champion in a radiant glow, Gauge Lattimore stood poised in his corner, his eyes penetrating the smoky haze that hung in the air, fixated on his adversary across the blood-soaked canvas. The weight of the crowd’s disdain washed over him like a relentless tide, threatening to drown his spirit, but within his mind, Lattimore existed in a realm of serene tranquility, ready to take on the entire world.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. It’s the moment of truth for these two titans to decide if we hear ‘And Still’ or ‘And New’ in the end.”
[The referee steps to the center of the cage and motions for both fighters to meet. With Mike Dempsey standing behind holding the microphone, referee Lars Levy gives one final pep talk.]
LARS LEVY: “Alright fighters, we’ve gone through the rules in the back. Protect yourself at all times, follow my instructions, touch gloves and let’s do it.”
[Both fighters seem ready to burst with adrenaline. Without much hesitation, they touch gloves and quickly backpedal to their respective corners. As they settle into their stances, Lars Levy checks off with each fighter one last time, ensuring they are both ready for the challenge that lies ahead.]
[Round one is about to begin, and the atmosphere in the arena is electric. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the clash between Gauge Lattimore and Owen Barnes. With a touch of their gloves, Lattimore and Barnes signal the start of the fight. Lattimore wastes no time, launching a blistering shovel hook that connects solidly with Barnes. The impact reverberates through the arena, eliciting a collective gasp from the crowd.]
[Emboldened by his early success, Lattimore unleashes a flurry of punches, each one landing with precision and power. Barnes staggers backward, his legs wobbling under the assault. Sensing an opportunity to end the fight early, Lattimore continues his relentless barrage, hurling bombs with relentless determination. But Barnes, displaying remarkable resilience, manages to evade a dangerous strike from Lattimore and counters with a lightning-fast uppercut that catches Lattimore off guard, the impact jolting through his body.]
[Lattimore regains his composure and launches another attack, his punches coming in a brilliant combination that forces Barnes to dig deep and fortify his defenses. Lattimore swings for the fences, his fists slicing through the air with deadly intent. One particularly ferocious blow grazes Barnes’ jaw, leaving a small cut on his right cheek. Refusing to retreat, Barnes steps forward, determined to hold his ground. However, Lattimore intercepts him with a powerful uppercut to the face, momentarily staggering his opponent. Barnes retaliates with an uppercut of his own, but Lattimore slips it effortlessly, seizing the opportunity to put Barnes in a double underhook.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Gauge Lattimore wastes no time, launching a blistering shovel hook that lands flush on Owen Barnes! The power behind that shot sent shockwaves through the arena!”
BYRON McCALL: “We had a feeling Lattimore would try to start fast right out of the gate, that’s his signature approach. Big credit to Barnes though, he caught with that slick counter uppercut that looked like it surprised the Champ and rocked him a little bit.”
JASON JACKSON: “Yeah it got Lattimore to clinch up, you don’t really see that too often from him. It looks like he might try and slow things down a bit to recover.”
[In a display of strength and agility, Lattimore decides to shrug his way out of the clinch, circling and slipping free from Barnes’ grasp. The crowd can’t help but marvel at his ability to free himself from such a potentially dangerous position. Just when Barnes believes he has a momentary lull in the action, Lattimore surprises him with a spinning back fist that connects squarely with his chin. The impact reverberates throughout the arena, momentarily silencing the crowd. Barnes, demonstrating incredible timing, retaliates with a thunderous right hand that finds its mark on Lattimore’s jaw, eliciting a collective roar from the crowd.]
[Lattimore pushes Barnes away, creating some distance between them. He takes a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he assesses his next move. The crowd watches with bated breath, eager to witness the restart of the thrilling bout. Lattimore resumes his onslaught, unleashing a barrage of punches that find their mark on Barnes, causing him to stagger backward once again. Determined to stay in the fight, Barnes launches a couple of jabs, but Lattimore responds with a stiff cross, resulting in a solid exchange between the two fighters.]
[With a sudden and swift movement, Lattimore spins around, his backfist connecting flush with Barnes’ chin. The force of the blow causes Barnes to momentarily lose his balance, yet he manages to stay on his feet, showcasing his resilience. The fighters continue their intense exchange, each landing blows with remarkable speed and precision. Lattimore delivers several punishing body shots, eliciting grunts of pain from Barnes. However, Barnes retaliates with a crisp uppercut followed by a hard jab, but Lattimore deflects the blows with expert defensive maneuvers.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Big spinning back fist from Gauge Lattimore, but Owen Barnes isn’t letting him get away with it. He fires back with a massive right hand. These two are trading big shots early in this fight!”
BYRON McCALL: “Barnes has to be careful though. Lattimore is landing those spinning back fists with ease right now. He’s got to protect himself a little bit better. He cannot take damage to dish out damage, that doesn’t usually work in your favor in the heavyweight division.”
JASON JACKSON: “Lattimore is focusing on those punishing body shots now, trying to wear Barnes down and take some steam outta him, but Barnes still isn’t backing down! He retaliates with an uppercut and a jab, showing that he’s still dangerous! If they keep this pace up, we aren’t seeing the full twenty-five minutes, I can guarantee that!”
[The pace of the fight quickens as Lattimore throws a looping right hand, and Barnes counters by jumping back and jabbing. Seizing the opportunity, Lattimore capitalizes on Barnes’ momentary stagger, launching a flurry of jabs and crosses with lightning speed and accuracy. Both fighters engage in a frenzied exchange, their fists flying through the air with a mix of aggression and desperation. The crowd watches in awe as the fighters unleash their full arsenal, each strike aimed at dismantling their opponent.]
[As the round nears its conclusion, Lattimore throws a looping right hand, and Barnes once again jumps back and jabs. Lattimore seizes the opening, continuing his relentless assault with a barrage of punches, forcing Barnes to focus on defense and survival. Lattimore delivers an incredible haymaker that lands square on Barnes’ jaw, causing his head to snap backward. The impact is violent, and the crowd erupts in a chorus of gasps, unable to contain their fandom for Barnes.]
[Unfazed by the devastating blow, Barnes stands his ground, refusing to back down. However, Lattimore sees an opportunity and attempts a Superman punch, but Barnes swiftly dodges, sidestepping Lattimore’s attack. The opening created by Lattimore’s missed strike gives Barnes a chance to counter and regain momentum. Lattimore quickly shifts his focus back to body shots, launching a series of rapid punches that propel Barnes from one end of the cage to the other. The spectators are on their feet, enthralled by the display of skill and sheer determination exhibited by both fighters.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Lattimore attempts a Superman punch, but Barnes expertly dodges it, sidestepping Lattimore’s attack! That was some quick footwork and head movement from Barnes!”
BYRON McCALL: “Barnes seizing the opening created by Lattimore’s missed strike! He’s countering and regaining momentum! This fight is an incredible back-and-forth battle, folks”
JASON JACKSON: “Both fighters are displaying remarkable skill and determination! They’re giving it their all, and the crowd is eating it up! This fight is living up to all the hype! These fighters are leaving it all inside the cage. They’re putting on a show for the fans, and the fans are loving every second of it!”
[As the round draws to a close, the referee, Lars Levy, steps in to separate the fighters. Lattimore and Barnes, their faces marked with swelling and cuts, exchange a brief moment of sportsmanship, shaking hands before retreating to their respective corners. The crowd erupts in applause, their hearts pounding with the excitement of what they have just witnessed. The first round has set the stage for an unforgettable battle, leaving the audience hungry for more.]
[The second round commences with a flurry of action as Gauge Lattimore unleashes a looping right hand while Owen Barnes jumps back and jabs in a desperate attempt to create some distance. However, Lattimore’s punch finds its mark, connecting with Barnes’ chin with a resounding thud. Barnes, visibly staggered, momentarily freezes, allowing Lattimore to pounce on the opportunity. With lightning speed and precision, Lattimore capitalizes on Barnes’ vulnerability, launching a rapid series of jabs and crosses. Each punch lands solidly, resonating throughout the arena and prompting a collective gasp from the spectators. Barnes stumbles backward under the relentless assault, his corner erupting with urgent shouts of guidance. Lattimore, sensing his opponent’s weakened state, presses forward with unwavering determination.]
[Barnes’ right eye begins to swell, evidence of the punishment he has endured. A small cut on his right eye adds to the growing list of injuries. Undeterred by Barnes’ resilience, Lattimore maneuvers skillfully, deftly evading a strike from his opponent and countering with a crushing hook that nearly lifts Barnes from the ground. The impact reverberates through the air, leaving an indelible impression on the audience. In a frantic exchange, both fighters unleash a barrage of punches, their fists colliding with thunderous force. Lattimore manages to land several solid blows, steadily chipping away at Barnes’ defenses. Barnes’ left eye begins to swell, the physical toll of the fight etched on his face.]
[Suddenly, Lattimore throws a bone-shattering straight right hand, the sheer power behind the blow sending shockwaves through the arena. The spectators collectively wince as they witness the sheer force and impact of Lattimore’s punch. As the fight intensifies, Lattimore and Barnes engage in a wild exchange of punches, their fists flying in a whirlwind of action. Lattimore gains the upper hand, skillfully landing a series of blows that leave Barnes reeling. However, Barnes, displaying admirable resilience, steps forward, refusing to succumb to the onslaught.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “The second round starts with a bang! Lattimore unleashes a looping right hand, and Barnes jumps back, attempting to create some distance. But Lattimore’s punch lands clean on Barnes’ chin! That had to hurt!”
BYRON McCALL: “This fight is reaching its boiling point, Bodie! Lattimore and Barnes are engaged in a vortex of flying fists! It’s a frenzy in that cage! Lattimore is finding his rhythm! He’s skillfully landing a series of blows that are leaving Barnes reeling, but credit to Barnes, he’s showing incredible resilience, refusing to go down without a fight!”
JASON JACKSON: “It’s a wild exchange, fellas! Both fighters are throwing everything they’ve got! Lattimore is landing some solid blows, chipping away at Barnes’ defenses. The left eye of Barnes is swelling now, and you can see the toll this fight is taking on him. But damn he’s durable. Lattimore smells blood and presses forward with determination. He wants to finish this fight!”
[Yet, Lattimore seizes the opportunity once more, catching Barnes with an uppercut to the face. The punch lands with precision, further destabilizing Barnes’ already wavering balance. The two fighters continue their furious exchange, each landing blows, though with diminishing impact. Suddenly, Lattimore spins around in a display of agility and finesse, his backfist connecting squarely with Barnes’ chin. The force of the blow sends shockwaves through Barnes’ body, leaving him visibly wobbly and disoriented. Sensing an imminent victory, Lattimore surges forward, intent on delivering a finishing blow.]
[With immense power, Lattimore throws a looping left hand that lands flush on Barnes’ chin, causing him to freeze in his tracks. The impact is felt throughout the arena, reverberating through the air with bone-shattering force. Recognizing the danger Barnes is in, the referee, Lars Levy, decides to intervene, waving off the fight to prevent further damage to the courageous but overmatched challenger.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And this one is all over! Gauge Lattimore unloads the clip and Lars Levy has seen enough! He waves off the fight to protect the courageous challenger from further damage.”
BYRON McCALL: “It’s a wise decision, considering the punishment Barnes has endured. Lattimore showcased his power and precision in that final sequence, Bodie. Barnes put up a valiant effort, but he was simply outmatched. Lattimore’s finishing blows were too much for him to handle.”
JASON JACKSON: “Lattimore secures a decisive victory with his impressive display of skill and power. It was a hard-fought battle, and both fighters deserve all the recognition for their heart and determination. It’s a victory for Lattimore, but let’s not forget the heart and toughness Barnes displayed in the face of such adversity. Both fighters deserve immense respect for putting on an incredible show tonight.”
[As Lattimore triumphantly embraces his cornermen, the audience erupts into pandemonium. The medical team quickly enters the octagon to attend to Barnes. After a brief examination, he’s able to regain his footing and the physicians exit the cage, allowing both fighters to gather in the center of the octagon for the official announcement of the winner.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Lars Levy has called for a stop in this fight at two minutes seven seconds in the second round, declaring your winner by technical knockout, AAAAND STIIIILL the undisputed Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Champion of the World, Gauge “Lights Out” Lattimore!”
[The audience erupts in applause as Lattimore is declared the winner and has the title wrapped around his waist. The two fighters exchange a respectful handshake before going their separate ways. The screen displays a graphic with the fight’s statistics and the commentators give a summary of the match.]
Winner: Gauge Lattimore by TKO (Punches) at 2:07 Round 2
Statistics: Gauge Lattimore
Punches 78/102 (76%)
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 0 s
Statistics: Owen Barnes
Punches 8/23 (35%)
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 0 s
[The Target Center was still rowdy as the dust settled from the explosive Heavyweight Title Bout. Bodie Sullivan stepped in the cage and made his way to the center, his microphone held high, ready to capture the emotions of the victor.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the winner AND STILL Heavyweight Champion, Gauge Lattimore! Gauge, congratulations on your remarkable victory over Owen Barnes, right here in his hometown. How does it feel to defend your title successfully once again?”
[Gauge Lattimore, his muscular physique glistening with sweat, smiled humbly, his eyes twinkling with the joy of victory. He exuded an aura of both strength and humility as he leaned into the microphone.]
GAUGE LATTIMORE: “Thank you, Bodie. It’s an honor to stand here, victorious, amidst this crowd in Minneapolis. I know you all don’t like the sight of me walking out with this belt, but I do appreciate everyone’s passion here tonight. Defending this title for the second time in Barnes’ backyard is an indescribable feeling. Owen is an incredible competitor, and I knew I had to bring my absolute best tonight.”
[The crowd, still buzzing with the aftermath of an electrifying fight, couldn’t help but emit a mixture of awe and begrudging respect for the champion, interlaced with sporadic jeers.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Indeed, this was a monumental win. With this victory, you’ve moved one step closer to tying the divisional record for consecutive heavyweight title defenses. Are you aware of the significance of your accomplishment?”
[Gauge nodded, his eyes flickering with determination.]
GAUGE LATTIMORE: “Oh, for sure, Bodie. I’m well aware of the history I’m chasing. To stand alongside those who have held this title with such distinction, it’s a dream come true. I know how hard it is to defend this title multiple times. It’s an absolute war zone stepping in the cage with these behemoths, but I can’t afford to bask in the glory for too long. There’s another challenger waiting in the wings, hungry for a shot at the belt. My focus is already shifting to the next fight.”
[The intensity in Gauge’s voice reverberated in perfect harmony with the charged atmosphere.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “That brings us to my next question, Gauge. Who is it that you have your sights set on? Is there a particular opponent you’re hoping to face in your next title defense?”
[Gauge’s eyes narrowed, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
GAUGE LATTIMORE: “Bodie, when it comes to my next opponent, I’m not picky. I don’t care if it’s a seasoned veteran or a young up-and-comer. Bring ’em all! I want to be in that cage as soon as possible, challenging myself against the best this division has to offer. My goal is to leave an unforgettable mark in this sport, and to do that, I have to be willing to face anyone, anytime, anywhere. I know the top of the division looks a little muddy right now without a clear cut number one contender, but I don’t want to sit around and wait for it to get cleaned up. Gimme someone, anyone!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “A man of true determination and fearlessness. We can’t wait to see who you’ll face next, and we’ll be eagerly watching your journey as you strive for greatness. Congratulations once again! Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Heavyweight Champion, Gauge Lattimore!”
[Gauge Lattimore’s face conveyed genuine gratitude as he extended his hand to Bodie Sullivan. The handshake spoke volumes, a testament to the mutual respect shared between the champion and the interviewer. The Target Center reverberated with applause, the collective voice of the fans celebrating the demeanor of a true warrior.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back, fight fans! We are just moments away from our Main Event of the evening, and you can bet that this man right here is going to be watching very closely. None other than former Everest MMA Welterweight Champion and top Middleweight Contender, Derrius Webb!”
BYRON McCALL: “Derrius Webb is here to support his teammate Lovelie Saint-Cyr, but you can bet he’s also keeping an eye on his own future in the division. Webb is widely regarded as one of the most dangerous fighters in the Middleweight Division and a potential title challenger.”
JASON JACKSON: “Derrius Webb has been on a tear lately, showcasing his incredibly crisp striking skills. He’s on an eight fight win streak, dating back to his time in Everest MMA. He’s proven himself to be a legit contender. I’m sure he’s eager to get his shot at some Union Championship gold!”
[As the ensuing moments of anticipation filled the arena, the lights suddenly cut to pitch black darkness, sending a wave of hushed murmurs through the crowd. The air was thick with an electric tension, every heart beating as one with excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, a deep humming sound echoed through the air, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present.]
[It was the intro to “Till I Die” by Zuse, the soundtrack to the momentous event that was about to unfold. Spotlights began scanning the entire arena, illuminating the shadows and adding to the suspense. The crowd erupted into deafening cheers as the heavy beat of the song finally dropped, shaking the very foundation of the building.]
♫
IMMA HUSTLE EVERYDAY ‘TIL THE DAY I DIE
IN THE TRENCHES WITH MY NIGGAS TRYING TO STAY ALIVE
COCKROACHES ON THE FLOOR WHERE I LAY AT NIGHT
THIS MY GHETTO GOT A WHOLE DIFFERENT WAY OF LIFE
♫
[As the arena roars with anticipation, a figure slowly emerges, captivating the audience with every step. It’s Lovelie Saint-Cyr, his shoulders are draped with a unique and powerful symbol – a sewn-together American and Haitian flag – a testament to his heritage and the struggles he’s faced throughout his life. With his eyes locked on the octagon, Saint-Cyr never wavers in his stride. His calm and collected demeanor exudes confidence and fearlessness, as if he’s already won the fight before it’s even begun. His cornermen – Roscoe Robinson, Donnie Calabrese, and Jakko Wirman – follow closely behind, each of them radiating an aura of unwavering support and trust in their Hit Squad brother.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now in the midst of the final fight of the evening. First up, making his way to the octagon is the former Middleweight Champion, Lovelie Saint-Cyr, looking to become a two-time Union Champion. Gentlemen, we have touched on the fact the degree of difficulty it is to reclaim a championship at this level. Lovelie Saint-Cyr has been one of the most successful fighters who has competed and found success in several different weight classes. That kind of experience is irreplaceable. However, he knows what he’s up against tonight.”
BYRON McCALL: “The odds are stacked against him, let’s be honest. But Lovelie Saint-Cyr has shown that he can beat those odds. He’s shared the octagon with some of the very best in all of mixed martial arts, and more times than not, he’s come out on top. His patience is a big key to his success. He’s not one to get into a brawling exchange and risk getting knocked out. His strikes are precise and strategized. He’ll need to keep that focus in the heat of the moment.”
JASON JACKSON: “It’s easier said than done, but we’ve seen LSC do that time and time again. You’re right, Byron, he’s facing an uphill battle but Saint-Cyr feeds off of these moments. It’s times like this that makes a fighter of his caliber even greater. The moment is never too big for Lovelie, he looks ready to reclaim his title!”
[Lovelie’s heart was pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement as he made his way towards the cageside area. As he approached, he could feel the eyes of everyone around him on him, watching his every move. He tried to keep his cool, but his hands were shaking as he started to strip down to his shorts. Once he was down to his BST Fightwear gear, he took a moment to gather himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Then, he turned to the official, trying to project an air of confidence and control. As the official began his pat-down, Lovelie couldn’t help but think about all the hard work and sacrifices that had led him to this moment.]
[After the official had finished his inspection and given him the all-clear, Lovelie turned to his cornermen, dapping them each up one last time. As he made his way up the steps and into the octagon, he could feel his adrenaline pumping. He jogged a few laps around the perimeter of the cage, trying to get his blood flowing and his muscles warmed up.]
♫
CAN’T YOU SEE
A SIGN FROM GOD, HE CAME TO ME
MAYBE SOMETHING TO BELIEVE
IS ALL OUR PEOPLE REALLY NEED
HAVE YOU LOST YOUR LOVE
LOOK IN THEIR EYES THEY’VE GIVEN UP
WATCH AS ALL OUR HOMES ARE BURNED
SALVATION A FAR CRY WHICH I WILL RETURN
♫
[As the stadium lights dim down, the sound of thunderous drums and electrifying guitar riffs of “Fleur de Lis” by The Raven Age reverberate through the arena, signaling the arrival of the fearless fighter. Suddenly, the spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, and a figure emerges from the smoke and haze. It’s Noah Vanderkaay, looking more confident and focused than ever before. The crowd erupts as the fighter strides down the ramp, exuding an aura of raw power and aggression. Dressed in his signature black and red trunks, Vanderkaay looks like a beast ready to unleash his fury on his opponent. He walks with a purpose, his eyes fixed on the octagon as if he’s already in the zone.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And with the final walkout of the night, the undefeated and undisputed Middleweight Champion Noah Vanderkaay graces us with his presence and the crowd is going absolutely wild! The Mauler is a special fighter, one we haven’t seen in quite some time. He has never tasted defeat, and he’s taken an unbelievable path to championship glory.”
BYRON McCALL: “Guys, I think I retired just at the right time! But in all seriousness, Noah Vanderkaay is a relentless warrior who constantly pushes the pace, creates pressure, and never allows his opponents time to recover. There’s really no flaws in his game. He’s got an endless gas tank, great footwork, and high volume striking. If the fight goes to the ground, he can ground and pound you or use his crafty jiu-jitsu.”
JASON JACKSON: “He’s a one of one type of fighter, for sure. As we mentioned, he’s had an unreal journey to this point, although some had questioned his true potential just based on his competition. He answered those questions with ease when he won the title, and now he gets the chance to really prove that he can be a top pound-for-pound fighter with another win over Saint-Cyr. He’s gonna have his hands full tonight, I’m sure of that, but being the marquee fighter in your hometown on this stage, Vanderkaay has all of the reasons to leave it all out there in the octagon. Boys, I cannot wait to get this fight going!”
[Noah Vanderkaay makes it to the cageside area and begins to dress down to his fight gear. He hands his warmups off to one of his coaches and gives one final embrace before turning to the official. Vanderkaay stood tall and focused as he waited for the officials to inspect him before his big title fight. He took deep breaths and shook out his muscles, preparing himself mentally for the rigorous process. The officials approached him and began the inspection process. Noah patiently stood still as they checked his nails, hair, and body for any signs of prohibited substances. After the thorough examination, the officials gave him a nod of approval, and Noah felt a surge of adrenaline and confidence. He raced up the steps and exploded with a war cry and the crowd responded in kind. Vanderkaay took to his corner and awaited the official introductions.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the Main Event of the evening! Sanctioned by the Minnesota Office of Combative Sports, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Liam Walsh, Hank Campbell, and Kennedy Mills, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Jordan Ripley. AND NOW, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Live from the sold out Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, streaming exclusively on the Battleground Network…”
IT’S TIME!
MIKE DEMPSEY: “The following contest is scheduled for five rounds and it is for the Union Grand Prix Middleweight Championship! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Shotokan Karate Striker holding a professional mixed martial arts record of eleven wins, five losses. He stands 6’ even, and weighing in at 185 pounds. He is from Port-au-Prince, Haiti by way of Flint, Michigan, fighting out of The Hit Squad — presenting the former Everest MMA Welterweight Champion, the former Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion, and the number one ranked Middleweight Contender in the World, Lovelie Saint-Cyr!”
[In the dimly lit, foggy arena, anticipation hung in the air like a charged current. At the heart of this swirling storm of emotions stood Lovelie Saint-Cyr, an embodiment of composure and determination. As the spotlight bathed him in a warm, golden glow, he occupied his corner of the octagon, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. His piercing gaze remained fixed ahead, a window into his focused mindset. With every fiber of his being, Lovelie exuded an aura of silent power. In the depths of his silence, Lovelie visualized the battle to come. Every move, every punch, and every dodge played out like a vivid reel in the theater of his mind. His mental fortitude constructed a labyrinth of strategies, each path leading to the desired outcome—victory.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a perfect professional mixed martial arts record of eleven wins, no losses. He stands 6’2”, and weighing in at 185 pounds. He is from Minneapolis, Minnesota, fighting out of Twin Cities MMA — presenting THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion of the World, “The Mauler” Noah Vanderkaay!”
[In the hazy glow of the spotlight, a figure stands in the corner, shrouded in an aura of understated magnificence. Noah Vanderkaay, a titan of his craft, adopts a humble and modest attitude, his presence exuding a quiet confidence that belies his remarkable accomplishments. As the waves of applause wash over him, Noah waves them off with a graceful flick of his hand, a subtle gesture that speaks volumes. He seeks not the thunderous adulation of the masses, but the purity of his passion. A slight smile dances upon Noah’s lips, a fleeting expression that hints at the depths of his gratitude for the unwavering support he receives.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Here we go folks! History is up for grabs! This is where legends are born and dreams take flight!”
[The referee steps to the center of the cage and motions for both fighters to meet. With Mike Dempsey standing behind holding the microphone, referee Jordan Ripley gives one final pep talk.]
JORDAN RIPLEY: “Alright fighters, we’ve gone through the rules in the back. Protect yourself at all times, follow my instructions, touch gloves and let’s do it.”
[Both fighters seem ready to burst with adrenaline. Without much hesitation, they touch gloves and quickly backpedal to their respective corners. As they settle into their stances, Jordan Ripley checks off with each fighter one last time, ensuring they are both ready for the challenge that lies ahead.]
[The arena was charged with anticipation as the referee, Jordan Ripley, stepped into the center of the octagon, his authoritative presence commanding the attention of the crowd. The atmosphere crackled with electric energy, eager to witness the clash of titans about to unfold. Noah Vanderkaay and Lovelie Saint-Cyr, both fierce competitors, squared off, their eyes locked in a primal stare-down, their muscles coiled with the tension of the impending battle. The bell rang, reverberating through the air, igniting the explosive eruption of action. In a synchronized rally, Vanderkaay and Saint-Cyr surged forward, their determination etched on their faces. Vanderkaay struck first, a thunderous combination that sliced through the air and found its mark on Saint-Cyr’s jaw, momentarily staggering him. The impact reverberated through the arena, stirring the crowd into a collective gasp of excitement.]
[But Saint-Cyr, undeterred by the blow, swiftly retaliated. Ducking under Vanderkaay’s bone-shattering straight right hand, he retaliated with a thunderous low kick that exploded against Vanderkaay’s leg, producing an audible pop that resonated through the arena like a gunshot. The crowd erupted into a symphony of awe, marveling at the sheer power on display. Vanderkaay, his fighting spirit unwavering, continued his assault. He launched a wicked hook towards Saint-Cyr’s body, seeking to exploit an opening. However, Saint-Cyr’s instincts kicked in, and he gracefully sidestepped, evading the blow with calculated precision. In the blink of an eye, he shifted his weight, seeking to counter with a devastating blow of his own.]
[In a rapid exchange, Saint-Cyr unleashed a crisp one-two combination, each punch thrown with surgical precision. But Vanderkaay, a master of defense, managed to block the strikes, showcasing his superior reflexes and ironclad guard. The crowd watched in awe, mesmerized by the speed and skill on display. Refusing to be cornered, Vanderkaay pressed forward, cutting off Saint-Cyr’s escape routes with a flurry of punches. Saint-Cyr, however, displayed his agility, gracefully dodging and weaving, evading the onslaught. Despite his evasive maneuvers, Vanderkaay’s hook found its intended target, landing with a satisfying thud against Saint-Cyr’s jaw. A small cut formed on Saint-Cyr’s mouth, a testament to the power behind Vanderkaay’s blows.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And we are witnessing an explosive start to this fight, ladies and gentlemen! Vanderkaay and Saint-Cyr wasting no time in engaging, trading heavy blows right from the opening bell.”
BYRON McCALL: “Vanderkaay’s combination caught Saint-Cyr off guard, momentarily staggering him! But look at Saint-Cyr, he’s quickly back in the game! That low kick landed with incredible force, you could hear the impact echo throughout the arena.”
JASON JACKSON: “The intensity is off the charts. Vanderkaay’s power and Saint-Cyr’s agility make for a captivating matchup. This fight is heating up, and both fighters are proving why they belong in this cage!”
[Undeterred, Saint-Cyr launched his own offensive, attempting to cut off Vanderkaay with a barrage of punches. Vanderkaay, momentarily stunned by the onslaught, reeled backward, his forehead beginning to swell from the impact. The crowd erupted into frenzied cheers, their voices melding into a cacophony of excitement. In the midst of the chaos, Vanderkaay showcased his technical prowess. He unleashed a series of solid jabs, each strike delivered with pinpoint accuracy. The crowd could feel the impact reverberate through the ring, as if they themselves were on the receiving end of the blows. Vanderkaay’s measured approach paid off, as he skillfully gauged his distance with Saint-Cyr, setting the stage for his next move.]
[With a sudden burst of unorthodox creativity, Vanderkaay fired a punch towards Saint-Cyr’s torso, catching him off guard. The blow landed flush, eliciting a collective gasp from the crowd. Saint-Cyr, ever the evasive fighter, managed to duck under a bone-shattering straight left hand, narrowly escaping its devastating force. The air crackled with tension, the audience on the edge of their seats, their breaths held in anticipation. Vanderkaay showcased his nimble footwork, gliding in and out of range, striking with precision before retreating to safety. The ring became a battlefield, with Vanderkaay orchestrating his movements with calculated finesse. And in a moment of sheer brilliance, he unleashed an uppercut that landed with resounding impact, causing the crowd to erupt in raucous applause. The exchange of blows intensified, with Vanderkaay refusing to relent in his pursuit of victory.]
[In a display of unwavering determination, Vanderkaay unleashed a bone-shattering straight left hand, his fist connecting with Saint-Cyr’s guard. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through Saint-Cyr’s body, testing the limits of his resilience. The crowd, fully immersed in the spectacle, roared with delight, their excitement reverberating through the arena. Unleashing a relentless assault, Vanderkaay pushed the boundaries of his physical capabilities. His punches rained down upon Saint-Cyr, each strike carrying the weight of his unwavering resolve. Saint-Cyr found himself in a perilous position, his defenses crumbling under the relentless onslaught. The crowd sensed Saint-Cyr’s vulnerability, their collective gasps filling the air like a chorus of anticipation.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Vanderkaay’s determination is unmatched! He’s unloading a barrage of punches, each one carrying some serious impact. Saint-Cyr could be in some real trouble here, struggling to defend against this onslaught.”
BYRON McCALL: “Vanderkaay is relentless! He’s not letting Saint-Cyr off the hook. That straight left hand landed with a bone-shattering impact, testing Saint-Cyr’s durability. The crowd is loving every second of this action!”
JASON JACKSON: “Vanderkaay is pulling out all the stops, keeping Saint-Cyr guessing with his diverse striking, pushing the boundaries of what he’s capable of. The crowd can sense Saint-Cyr’s vulnerability, and the anticipation in this arena is intense!”
[However, Saint-Cyr, a fighter of indomitable spirit, refused to succumb to defeat. He countered Vanderkaay’s jabs with precise punches of his own, showcasing his own resilience in the face of adversity. The crowd erupted in applause, appreciating the display of courage from both warriors. But it was Vanderkaay who seized the opportunity, delivering a lightning-fast combo that left Saint-Cyr reeling, struggling to maintain his composure. With a burst of adrenaline, Vanderkaay landed a clean one-two combination, each punch landing with surgical precision. The crowd erupted into a symphony of cheers, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. Vanderkaay’s relentless pursuit of victory left an indelible mark on Saint-Cyr, his resilience tested to its limits.]
[Undeterred, Vanderkaay launched a flurry of punches, seeking to overpower Saint-Cyr. Yet, in a display of incredible agility, Saint-Cyr managed to evade the majority of the blows, the strikes grazing him with minimal impact. Vanderkaay, realizing the need to regain his breath, took a momentary pause, gathering his strength for the onslaught that lay ahead. With renewed vigor, Vanderkaay unleashed another unorthodox punch towards Saint-Cyr’s torso, his accuracy unwavering. The blow landed with devastating force, eliciting a collective wince from the audience. Saint-Cyr, displaying incredible resilience, remained on his feet, refusing to yield.]
[With the final seconds ticking away, Vanderkaay summoned his remaining strength for one last assault. He threw a bone-shattering straight left hand, the punch slicing through the air with a sense of finality. Saint-Cyr, his ribs absorbing the impact, winced in pain, his body pushed to its limits. In a masterful display of skill, Vanderkaay attempted a hook to the body, his blow crashing against Saint-Cyr’s ribs with unrelenting force. The crowd collectively winced, feeling the impact resonate deep within their own bodies. Yet, Saint-Cyr displayed his defensive prowess, effortlessly blocking the attack. It was a testament to his resilience and unwavering focus.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Vanderkaay isn’t backing down! He’s summoning his strength for one final assault. That punch to the body landed with devastating force.”
BYRON McCALL: “The resilience of these fighters is incredible, Bodie! Both Vanderkaay and Saint-Cyr are showcasing their heart and determination.”
JASON JACKSON: “This fight has reached a whole new level of intensity, folks! Saint-Cyr, showing his indomitable spirit, refuses to back down, countering Vanderkaay’s jabs with precise punches of his own. Time is running out, and both fighters are pushing themselves to the limit. This is where champions are made.”
[As the first round drew to a close, Vanderkaay unleashed a parting uppercut, his gloves connecting with Saint-Cyr’s guard. The crowd erupted into applause, their admiration for the display of skill palpable in the air. The horn sounded, signaling the end of the round, and the referee stepped in to separate the fighters, their bodies glistening with sweat and their chests heaving with exertion. The crowd rose to their feet, their emotions running high after witnessing an intense and exhilarating round. The atmosphere in the arena crackled with anticipation for what lay ahead, as both fighters retreated to their corners to catch their breath and prepare for the grueling rounds to come.]
[As the second round began, the fighters stood toe to toe in the center of the cage, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The tension in the air was palpable, with each competitor acutely aware of the stakes that hung in the balance. The crowd, on the edge of their seats, braced themselves for another heart-pounding display of skill and determination. Noah Vanderkaay, his confidence surging from his earlier successes, wasted no time in launching his offensive. With a calculated hook to the body, he unleashed a thunderous blow that reverberated through Saint-Cyr’s ribs, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the audience. The impact was bone-shattering, the force behind Vanderkaay’s punch leaving Saint-Cyr reeling.]
[Undeterred by his opponent’s resilience, Vanderkaay followed up with a devastating straight right hand, his fist finding its mark with unerring accuracy. The crowd erupted into an explosive mix of awe and excitement, the sound reverberating through the arena like a thunderclap. Vanderkaay’s relentless assault began to take its toll, leaving Saint-Cyr in a precarious position. Refusing to relent, Vanderkaay continued to rain down punches upon Saint-Cyr, each blow carrying a fervor that suggested an unyielding desire for victory. The crowd watched in anticipation, sensing that Saint-Cyr’s resolve was being tested to its very limits. The atmosphere inside the arena crackled with intensity, mirroring the intensity of the battle unfolding before their eyes.]
[Vanderkaay’s jabs were a testament to his technical prowess, delivered with precision and speed. Each strike found its mark, eliciting a chorus of admiration from the crowd. The impact was evident on Saint-Cyr’s right eye, which began to swell under the relentless assault. Vanderkaay’s mastery of the art of boxing was on full display, leaving the spectators in awe of his skill and finesse. In a moment of brilliance, Vanderkaay faked a move, luring Saint-Cyr into a false sense of security. With lightning speed, he launched a well-timed uppercut, his gloved fist connecting solidly with Saint-Cyr’s chin. The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause echoing through the arena, as Saint-Cyr momentarily staggered under the force of the blow.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “The second round is underway, and the intensity in the cage is reaching new heights! Vanderkaay, fueled by his earlier successes, wasted no time launching his offensive with a thunderous hook to the body.”
BYRON McCALL: “Vanderkaay’s mastery of the sweet science is remarkable. He’s showcasing his boxing skills, landing jabs with surgical precision. He followed up with a devastating straight right hand, finding its mark with pinpoint accuracy.”
JASON JACKSON: “Vanderkaay’s punches are a thing of beauty, delivered with such precision and speed. Saint-Cyr is feeling the effects, especially around his right eye, which is beginning to swell. The crowd is loving every minute of this incredible fight. The stakes are high, and these fighters are leaving everything inside that octagon.”
[Building on his momentum, Vanderkaay unleashed a brilliant combination, each punch delivered with unrelenting determination. Saint-Cyr found himself in a defensive struggle, attempting to weather the storm of Vanderkaay’s onslaught. The crowd marveled at the fluidity and precision of Vanderkaay’s movements, their excitement mounting with each punch. Undeterred by Saint-Cyr’s attempts at counterattacks, Vanderkaay maintained his composure, looking for openings in his opponent’s defense. A right hand, thrown with calculated precision, found its mark, causing Saint-Cyr to stagger backward. The impact was visible to all, the crowd erupting into a chorus of astonishment and applause.]
[With unwavering focus, Vanderkaay went to the body, punishing Saint-Cyr’s ribs with a flurry of hooks. The crowd winced in sympathy with each strike, feeling the impact resonate deep within their own bodies. Vanderkaay’s relentless pursuit of victory seemed unyielding, his determination unmatched. In a moment of desperation, Saint-Cyr launched a body shot, hoping to turn the tide in his favor. But Vanderkaay, with lightning reflexes, deftly dodged the strike and retaliated with a punishing cross, his glove finding its mark with precision. The impact was jarring, lifting Saint-Cyr momentarily off the ground. The referee, recognizing the danger, stepped in to protect Saint-Cyr from further harm, ending the bout.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “And this one is all over! Vanderkaay’s pursuit of victory was relentless, and it paid off! The crowd is going wild! Vanderkaay has made a powerful statement with his performance here tonight!”
BYRON McCALL: “Saint-Cyr tried to turn the tide, but Vanderkaay proved to be too much for him. What a dominant performance by Vanderkaay!”
JASON JACKSON: “Vanderkaay’s fluidity and precision are truly a sight to behold. He kept his composure and drove the final nail in the coffin to put an end to this incredible fight inside two rounds! Hats off to The Mauler!”
[Confusion and a hint of dazed bewilderment washed over Saint-Cyr’s face. Vanderkaay, his chest heaving with exhaustion, stepped back, his eyes locked on his fallen opponent. The crowd erupted into a mix of applause and cheers, their admiration for the display of skill and tenacity filling the arena. The medical team quickly enters the octagon to attend to LSC. After a brief examination, he’s able to regain his footing and the physicians exit the cage, allowing both fighters to gather in the center of the octagon for the official announcement of the winner.]
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Jordan Ripley has called for a stop in this fight at two minutes forty-three seconds in the second round, declaring your winner by technical knockout, AAAAND STIIIILL the undisputed Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion of the World, “The Mauler” Noah Vanderkaay!”
[The audience erupts in applause as Vanderkaay is declared the winner and has the title wrapped around his waist. The two fighters exchange a respectful handshake before going their separate ways. The screen displays a graphic with the fight’s statistics and the commentators give a summary of the match.]
Winner: Noah Vanderkaay by TKO (Hook) at 2:43 Round 2
Statistics: Noah Vanderkaay
Punches 59/76 (78%)
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 0 s
Statistics: Lovelie Saint-Cyr
Punches 4/9 (44%)
Kicks 1/1 (100%)
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
[As the electric atmosphere pulsates through the packed arena, Bodie Sullivan strides purposefully into the center of the octagon. The crowd roars as they eagerly await his encounter with none other than the unstoppable force that is Noah Vanderkaay. As he reaches the Champion, Bodie raises his microphone, his voice echoing with a blend of anticipation and curiosity.]
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the winner AND STILL Middleweight Champion, the Price of Minneapolis, Noah Vanderkaay! Noah, what a fantastic performance you put on tonight in front of your hometown crowd at the Target Center. How does it feel to defend your Middleweight Title for the first time and send your fans home happy?”
NOAH VANDERKAAY: “Thank you, Bodie. First of all, I want to thank my incredible fans for their unwavering support tonight. This victory means the world to me, and to do it in front of my hometown crowd is simply indescribable. The energy in this arena was electric, and I’m honored to have been able to bring home the win for all of them.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “It was an intense battle in the octagon tonight. Lovelie Saint-Cyr came out swinging, but you weathered the storm and ultimately secured the victory. Talk us through those moments where you had to dig deep and find the strength to keep going.”
NOAH VANDERKAAY: “Absolutely, Bodie. Lovelie Saint-Cyr is an incredible fighter, and he brought everything he had tonight. He caught me with some powerful shots early on, and I knew I had to stay composed and stick to my game plan. My training and the support of my team really paid off. I trusted in my abilities and found the strength to push through, even when things got tough. It’s moments like these that define a fighter, and I’m grateful I was able to rise to the occasion.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “You’ve always been known for your sportsmanship and respect toward your opponents, and tonight was no different. Despite the heated rivalry between you and Saint-Cyr, you showed nothing but class in your post-fight embrace. Can you share your thoughts on that moment?”
NOAH VANDERKAAY: “Of course, Bodie. Inside that octagon, it’s a battle, but outside, we’re all martial artists, and we share a mutual respect for one another. Lovelie Saint-Cyr is an exceptional fighter, and I have nothing but respect for him. He pushed me to my limits tonight, and I know he’ll come back stronger. That post-fight embrace was a reminder that, in the end, we’re all in this sport together, pushing each other to be the best we can be.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Well said, Noah. Now, looking ahead, who do you have in your sights for your next title defense? Is there anyone you’d like to face in particular?”
NOAH VANDERKAAY: “Bodie, I’m ready for anyone. Whether it’s Derrius Webb, Eagle Mondalvi, or any other top contender, I’m eager to get back in the octagon and defend my title once again. My goal is to be the best Middleweight fighter in the world, and that means facing the toughest competition out there. I trust my team and my training, and I’m confident that I can overcome any challenge that comes my way.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Well, Noah, it’s been an absolute pleasure talking to you. Congratulations once again on a remarkable victory tonight. Any final words for your fans?”
NOAH VANDERKAAY: “Thank you, Bodie. I just want to say a heartfelt thank you to all my fans in Minneapolis and around the world. Your support means everything to me, and I’m honored to be able to represent you in the octagon. Keep believing in me, because I promise I won’t let you down. I’ll be back stronger and better than ever. Thank you, everyone!”
[As the interview concludes, the cheers from the crowd echo through the Target Center, celebrating the triumphant victory of their hometown hero. Noah Vanderkaay stands tall, basking in the adoration of his fans, ready to face any challenge that lies ahead on his path to greatness. The feed gradually fades out, leaving just the signature Battleground Network logo radiating before the stream finally ends.]
