UGP 50: LENNOX vs SUPA

ROUND ONE: The first round begins with Garza snapping her jabs, demonstrating her boxing pedigree. MANDEM, however, doesn’t back down; he closes the distance with quick footwork, avoiding those jabs. His strategy is clear: get in close and unleash his bare-knuckle power. Garza shows her finesse with slick head movement, slipping MANDEM’s heavy hooks, but MANDEM isn’t fazed, as he manages to land a punishing body shot that elicits an audible gasp from the crowd. Garza is momentarily staggered. With ten seconds left in the round, Garza turns the tide, connecting with a beautiful combination of hooks and uppercuts, backing MANDEM against the cage. The round ends with Garza stealing the momentum.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Garza

ROUND TWO: The second round commences with Garza gaining confidence, circling her opponent. MANDEM, with his tough bare-knuckle experience, is unfazed by Garza’s punches. He steps forward, unloading powerful hooks that threaten to change the course of the fight. Garza sticks to her boxing fundamentals, but MANDEM’s clinch game shines. He traps Garza in the clinch, peppering her with dirty boxing strikes. Elbows, knees, and short hooks rain down on Garza as the crowd roars in approval. Garza, though, manages to escape the clinch and responds with a sharp counter right hook. Both fighters show incredible heart, pushing the pace as the round progresses. Garza’s boxing skills and speed clash with MANDEM’s raw power. The two engage in an exhilarating exchange of blows as the bell rings.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 MANDEM (19-19 Push)

ROUND THREE: Entering the final round, the fight is still up for grabs. Garza and MANDEM have both left their hearts in the cage. Garza attempts to keep her distance, relying on her boxing prowess, while MANDEM relentlessly stalks her. MANDEM, with his clinch game, is a force to be reckoned with. He closes the distance once again, trapping Garza against the cage. Garza desperately fights back, trying to create separation. The crowd’s cheers reach a fever pitch as the two warriors trade strikes in the clinch. With a minute left, MANDEM unleashes a thunderous uppercut that rocks Garza. Her legs wobble, but she somehow manages to stay on her feet. Garza, showing her resilience, counters with a swift combination that leaves MANDEM momentarily stunned. In the dying seconds, the fighters exchange a final flurry of punches and kicks, the crowd on their feet, roaring with appreciation. The final bell rings, and the two exhausted fighters embrace, showing mutual respect for their epic battle.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 MANDEM (29-28 MANDEM)

JUDGE OTTO LANE
Franny Garza  10 9 9: 28
MANDEM  9 10 10: 29

JUDGE FRANK PEARCE
Franny Garza  10 9 10: 29
MANDEM  9 10 9: 28

JUDGE JAMIE STANTON
Franny Garza  10 9 9: 28
MANDEM  9 10 10: 29

Winner: MANDEM by Split Decision

Statistics: Franny Garza
Punches 73/110 (66%)
Kicks 8/15 (53%)
Clinch strikes 12/22 (55%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/2 (100%)

Time on the ground 0 s

Statistics: MANDEM
Punches 68/100 (68%)
Kicks 4/10 (40%)
Clinch strikes 27/35 (77%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 3/3 (100%)
Time on the ground 0 s

ROUND ONE: Benji Meyers and Ryo Mitsunari clash with explosive energy as the bell tolls. Ryo fires a ferocious low kick, but Benji counters with precision. The action intensifies as they exchange blows, Benji connecting with a vicious one-two combo that opens a cut on Mitsunari’s forehead. Ryo retaliates with a barrage of jabs and crosses, rocking Benji, whose response is to swing wildly, landing a jaw-cracking blow that leaves Ryo’s chin throbbing. The fighters exchange thunderous strikes, with Benji targeting Ryo’s body, while Mitsunari aims for Benji’s head. The intensity continues as Benji lands a bone-shattering right hand, causing Ryo to stumble to the canvas. On the ground, Ryo attempts a desperate upkick, but Benji expertly dodges and retaliates with a kick to the thigh. Ryo eventually gets back to his feet, where both fighters exchange punches, leaving Ryo visibly shaken. Benji seizes the opportunity, pushing Ryo backward and unleashing a flurry. The round concludes with Ryo attempting a takedown, but Benji defends, showing his resilience.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Meyers

ROUND TWO: In the second round, Benji unleashes a punishing hook to Ryo’s body, hammering his already battered ribs. The crowd can practically hear the bones cracking as the blows land. With relentless aggression, Meyers transforms into a whirlwind of fists, driving Mitsunari across the cage. It’s a sight to behold, a testament to Benji’s ferocious accuracy and speed. And just like that, the relentless onslaught ends with a thunderous knockout blow that leaves Ryo Mitsunari unconscious on the canvas. It’s an electrifying finish, and the arena erupts in cheers and applause for Benji Meyers’ highlight reel performance!

Winner: Benji Meyers by KO (Punches) at 0:36 Round 2

Statistics: Benji Meyers
Punches 31/35 (89%)
Kicks 1/1 (100%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 2/3 (67%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 38 s

Statistics: Ryo Mitsunari
Punches 6/13 (46%)
Kicks 0/3 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/5 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 64 s

ROUND ONE: The fight began with a show of sportsmanship as Regis Pierre Paul and Erick Costa touched gloves. Costa fired a body shot, but RPP countered with a punishing cross. The action was relentless as RPP secured a single collar tie, unleashing thunderous punches to Costa’s ribs. The pain was etched on Costa’s face, but he fought back with a flurry of strikes, only for RPP to gracefully dodge the traffic. RPP showcased his striking with a bone-crushing right hand that sent Costa reeling. The crowd roared as Costa retaliated with an unorthodox punch. RPP then attempted a takedown, but Costa’s reaction and balance was impeccable. The bout continued at a blistering pace, with both fighters vying for control in the clinch. Costa’s dirty boxing left its mark on RPP, but he managed to break free. The exchange of jabs and hooks kept fans on edge. Costa had a moment with a devastating straight right, but RPP countered with a big shot to the back of the ear. The round wrapped up with RPP executing a slick takedown. He briefly threatened with an arm triangle, but Costa managed to escape as the round concluded.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Pierre Paul

ROUND TWO: The second frame was an absolute slugfest that left the crowd gasping. Pierre Paul and Costa unleashed a barrage of brutal strikes, displaying their warrior spirit. RPP started with a vicious hook to Costa’s ribs, following it up with a shovel hook that tagged his opponent. Then came a haymaker that snapped Costa’s head back, and RPP didn’t let up, launching a series of bombs. Costa, to his credit, dodged the heavy traffic with confidence, but RPP pressed on nonetheless. A looping right hand from RPP sent Costa stumbling, and he capitalized with a flurry of jabs and crosses. The fighters engaged in a wild exchange, both wildly missing. RPP finally grabbed Costa, executing a superb takedown, but their ground game lacked much activity. The fight was stood up by the referee, and Costa showcased his striking skills with a brilliant combination. RPP answered with an uppercut and jab combo, causing Costa to stumble. RPP attempted a takedown, but Costa evaded, and they exchanged shattering blows. The round concluded with RPP launching a rapid series of punches, taking Costa on a cage-to-cage ride. The action was relentless, but Costa fired back with a bone-shattering right hand to quickly equalize the situation. RPP closed the round with another takedown, landing in side mount, but Costa’s guard defense was solid. Levy signaled the end of the round, leaving the fighters, and the crowd, hungry for more.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Pierre Paul (20-18 Pierre Paul)

ROUND THREE: The final round showcased both fighters’ strategic prowess. Costa began by demonstrating some fancy footwork and evasive maneuvers, while RPP leaped over him to initiate a clinch against the cage. Costa managed to break free and opted for striking range, but RPP had other ideas, persisting in the clinch. Eventually, RPP created space, allowing for some counter punches from both fighters, though accuracy seemed a bit shaky due to fatigue setting in. RPP went for a double leg takedown, but Costa sprawled effectively to stay upright. They exchanged shots again, with neither landing with full force. The action continued with RPP seeking angles and Costa countering effectively. RPP demonstrated his wrestling skills with a double overhook, keeping Costa in the clinch. Costa tried to escape, but RPP held his ground. In a clinch exchange, Costa threw a flurry of punches, forcing RPP to break off from the clinch work. A shot from RPP was well defended by Costa, showing his resilience. Both fighters attempted strikes, but the final round concluded without any major breakthroughs.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Pierre Paul (30-27)

JUDGE OTTO LANE
Regis Pierre Paul  10 10 10: 30
Erick Costa  9 9 9: 27

JUDGE FRANK PEARCE
Regis Pierre Paul  10 10 10: 30
Erick Costa  9 9 9: 27

JUDGE JAMIE STANTON
Regis Pierre Paul  10 10 9: 29
Erick Costa  9 9 10: 28

Winner: Regis Pierre Paul by Unanimous Decision

Statistics: Regis Pierre Paul
Punches 48/67 (72%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 3/3 (100%)
Takedowns 3/10 (30%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 2/2 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 2/2 (100%)
Time on the ground 39 s

Statistics: Erick Costa
Punches 21/54 (39%)
Kicks 0/6 (0%)
Clinch strikes 3/12 (25%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 39 s

ROUND ONE: In the opening round, Travis Decker and Robert Guilliman collided in a showdown for the ages! Referee Archie Driscoll was in control as they touched gloves at the center. Decker exploded with a kick, but Guilliman expertly checked it, maintaining distance. Guilliman retaliated with a liver kick, but Decker blocked it and pushed back. The middle kick from Guilliman just missed, and his high kick went awry, causing him to slip and hit the canvas! With Decker standing and Guilliman on his back, the crowd held its breath as Guilliman struggled to rise. Decker’s relentless pressure kept him grounded, but eventually, Guilliman made it back to his feet. A thrilling exchange ensued, with Guilliman landing an uppercut, but Decker responded with a rapid-fire flurry of punches, taking Guilliman on a rollercoaster ride along the cage. Leg kicks from Guilliman caused Decker to wince, and he hyper-extended his leg. Guilliman swung for the fences, nearly shattering Decker’s jaw and leaving a small cut on his cheek. Decker answered back with a stunning front kick that sent Guilliman stumbling backward. The fight turned into a wild brawl, with both fighters throwing punches like there was no tomorrow. Guilliman’s left leg hyper-extended, but he kept swinging. Decker countered with jabs, seemingly unfazed. In the final moments, Decker landed a brutal high kick that sent Guilliman reeling. The round ended with Guilliman desperately trying to stand as Decker maintained his dominance. The horn sounded, and the fighters hobbled back to their corners, battered but not beaten. 

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Decker

ROUND TWO: The fight reignited like a powder keg as Guilliman initiated with a middle kick that just missed its mark, drawing a counter opportunity for Decker. Travis seized the moment, unleashing a high kick that landed with a thunderous impact, leaving Guilliman’s left cheek bruised and battered. The tide had turned, and Guilliman staggered backward, a vulnerable target for Decker’s offensive onslaught. Guilliman wasn’t about to give in, though. He retaliated with a lightning-fast low kick that Decker had to stop his momentum and check. An inside leg kick from Guilliman went astray, setting the stage for another Decker counterattack. Travis unleashed a series of jabs followed by a massive hook. Guilliman managed to block the jabs, but that hook found its mark on Guilliman’s already damaged cheek. He stumbled and crumbled to the mat, battered and bruised. Decker stood tall as Guilliman lay on his back, attempting to rise but thwarted by Decker’s strategic moves. Decker then brought the fight back to its feet. With Guilliman back on his feet, Decker wasted no time. He launched a punishing kick to Guilliman’s thigh, producing a resounding pop. But Decker allowed Guilliman to stand once more, resetting the stage. In a dramatic climax, Travis Decker unleashed a high kick that sent Guilliman crashing to the canvas like a felled tree, stiff as a board. It was game over! The crowd was in pandemonium for their hometown hero, setting an emotional stage for both decorated Middleweights in their final professional fight.

Winner: Travis Decker by KO (High Kick) at 1:16 Round 2

Statistics: Travis Decker
Punches 33/42 (79%)
Kicks 18/18 (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

Statistics: Robert Guilliman
Punches 5/30 (17%)
Kicks 3/23 (13%)
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 63 s

The stream fades in from darkness as the roar of the crowd grows louder. The camera starts with a cinematic aerial view of the United Center exterior, bathed in a dazzling array of lights. Suddenly, a high-tech drone camera swoops into view, zipping through the night sky with precision and speed. The crowd below can be seen, eagerly waiting to witness the epic showdown about to unfold.

As the drone camera continues its aerial journey, it dives down toward the entrance of the arena. Here, the stage setting is nothing short of spectacular. The main stage entrance is adorned with towering screens displaying incredible fighter highlights. Pyrotechnics are primed, ready to unleash fiery explosions, and a cascade of dazzling lights dance in rhythm with the heart-pounding music.

The drone continues its flight, capturing the electrifying energy of the crowd below. The fans, dressed in a sea of colors, wave flags and banners, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. The drone camera hovers for a moment, capturing the anticipation, before the arena erupts with pyrotechnics and dazzling lights one final time, setting the tone for the thrilling event about to begin. As the grand finale wraps up, the stream pops up the poster for tonight’s card.

The drone camera, with a graceful turn, moves toward the cageside area, where the MMA commentary team awaits their cue. The camera smoothly pans in to reveal the dynamic duo, Bodie Sullivan and the legendary Hall of Famer, Byron McCall, standing at their commentary booth.

Bodie and Byron exchange knowing nods, their excitement evident as they prepare to provide their insightful commentary on the wars about to be waged.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are live exclusively on the Battleground Network here at the Madhouse on Madison — the iconic United Center in The Windy City Chicago, Illinois, and the octagon is officially open for business for UGP 50: LENNOX versus SUPA! Hello everyone and thank you for tuning in for this monumental event! I am Bodie Sullivan and of course joining me is the Hall of Fame Legend, “The Last Call” Byron McCall! Thank you all for tuning in to this extraordinary milestone event as we celebrate five years of the Union Grand Prix!”

BYRON McCALL: “It’s already been a wild night, Bodie! The prelims absolutely delivered and set the tone for the rest of the night. We saw a major upset take place in the Bantamweight opener as MANDEM overcame the odds and scored a big win over former Everest MMA Featherweight Champion Franny Garza. His fellow Prodigy 206 teammate Benji Meyers put the camp up 2-nil early on the night with his decisive win over Ryo Mitsunari. Regis Pierre Paul improved to 16-2 with his win over Erick Costa, and in the featured prelim bout, we witnessed the Chicago native and former Middleweight Champion Travis Decker receive his flowers in front of his people against his fellow teammate and also former Middleweight Champion Robert Guilliman. It was a great sendoff for both men who will now venture into the next chapter of their lives, officially retiring from the sport.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “There’s already been a lot of headline-making moments that’s gone down, but B-Mac, we’re just getting warmed up! We’re staring down at a six-fight main card, with two epic title fights highlighting the night! So let’s break it all down for you, starting with our main card opener. To kick things off, we have the return of an iconic dual sport world champion returning to the octagon after a four year hiatus to take on a debuting behemoth in the Heavyweight Division. Folks, I’m of course talking about the one of one, Cosmo Cooper, who is set to face a rising prospect out of Sweden, Ethan Taylor!”

BYRON McCALL: “This is a fantastic match up to start the main card. It’s been a minute since we’ve seen Cosmo Cooper compete in MMA, so the biggest concern for him is how much ring rust is there gonna be? This sport evolves at a lightning-fast rate, so it’s going to be interesting to see how well he’s been able to play catch up. Ethan Taylor has the opportunity to make a huge splash in his Union debut, we’ll see how he handles this moment.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “After that, we move to the Bantamweight Division in what many people believe is a bout to determine an undisputed number one contender, and to be candid, an insurance fight in case our Main Event were to fall through a second time. Former Title Challenger and #1 ranked Isabel Azevedo takes on former Champ and #2 ranked Dallas Meechan.”

BYRON McCALL: “The Bantamweight Division right now is absolutely stacked with talent, and at the top of the rankings, there seems to be some heavy traffic. You’ve got Izzy and Dallas competing tonight, but you can’t forget about Magdalena Moruga, who stepped in on short notice to face Redd Lennox at UGP 47 and came up short. Eugenie Bombelles is also in the mix, as well as former Everest MMA Champions Rachel Parsons and Victoria Marshall. You kinda get the feeling that there could be a lot of shifting around at the top in the near future. All of these top five fighters are just one spectacular performance away from being the next one in line for a title fight. Izzy and Dally have to know this and I’m sure they’re going to leave it all out there in the octagon tonight.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “You could draw similar comparisons to the Heavyweight Division, but perhaps we may get some more clarity after tonight, with back-to-back fights in the top of the division. The first of the Heavyweight doubleheader is the climactic trilogy between Dominic Donaldson and Dax Levandrier.” 

BYRON McCALL: “This rivalry began back at SZN 2 in Everest MMA, where the two split their series. It was Levandrier who came out on top in the second outing though, which crowned him the SZN 2 Heavyweight Champion. It only seems fitting they finish the story here on the biggest stage.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “These men have quickly risen to the top of the rankings and show that the future of the Heavyweight Division will remain a fierce and competitive one. After that, we have two former Champions squaring off for a second time as the Chicago native Donnie Calabrese takes on Owen Barnes.”

BYRON McCALL: “You know the crowd is going to be electric when Dog Face Donnie makes the walk. He’s a Day One fighter for Union GP. He was the very first Main Event fighter all the way back at UGP 1. Donnie has competed all over the world, and even stopped for a cup of coffee in a couple other promotions, but make no mistake about it, this is his home and it’s right here in Chicago where he helped build this company to what it is today. The longevity of his career speaks volumes, especially in a division where it’s commonly compared to car crashes and train wrecks.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “There’s no question we will be seeing his name etched in the Hall of Fame one day, but right now he shows no signs of slowing down and will look to prove that he still belongs at the top of this sport as he faces the new wave of competitors. He’s won eight of his last ten fights, one of those two losses was against Owen Barnes. This is a fight he wants to get back, and prove he’s still among the very best in the world! From there, folks, we finally move into the Championship block of the card. First up, our Co-Main Event featuring the newly crowned Middleweight Champion Derrius Webb looks to make his first title defense against the seasoned veteran Eagle Mondalvi!”

BYRON McCALL: “When this fight was announced, the MMA world was ecstatic. Anytime these guys step into the cage, you can expect fireworks. They are aggressive and feed off the energy from the crowd. This Division has shaped up to be one of most competitive and exciting divisions, with the likes of Reggie James, José Meléndez, Lovelie Saint-Cyr, and Noah Vanderkaay sitting at the top chomping at the bit, and a wave of rising contenders looking to grab a seat at the table, we are going to be seeing some big time fights for this title for a long time, and it all begins right here tonight!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And finally, our Main Event for the evening. We got just a sample of what these two would bring to the table back at UGP 47. Redd Lennox and CC Flynn were originally scheduled to face off back in July, but unfortunately that fight was pulled at the eleventh hour. Now, the stars have aligned and it couldn’t be on a bigger stage. Two of the biggest MMA stars will square off for a possible twenty-five minutes to determine who will walk out of the United Center holding the undisputed Bantamweight Championship!”

BYRON McCALL: “Redd Lennox has overcome the odds ever since she stepped foot inside the octagon. Remember, she earned a contract on the ninth episode of DRIP, along with Jalen Briggs, MANDEM, and Taylor Webb. She not only was awarded a contract from Union GP, but also earned a spot in the Bantamweight Championship Grand Prix, where we all know she ran the table en route to winning AND defending the title in the tournament. Lennox is looking to make her third title defense and solidify herself as one of the all-time Bantamweight greats. However, she’s gonna have to hurdle over CC Flynn, a polarizing yet undeniable opponent. Flynn becomes the first fighter to Main Event a card in Everest MMA, Ryūjin FC, and now Union GP. She can go one step further and become the only fighter to win a Championship in all three brands if she can pull off the upset tonight. Do you need any more motivation than that?!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “We’ll be here every step of the way, breaking down the action and providing you with the best analysis in the business, folks. So with that, 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. Ladies and gentlemen, IT’S BOUT TIME!”

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are live exclusively on the Battleground Network here at the sold out United Center in Chicago, Illinois for UGP 50: LENNOX versus SUPA! And now, this opening contest is scheduled for three rounds in the Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Division! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Karate Striker holding a professional mixed martial arts record of nine wins, one loss. He stands 6’10” tall, and weighing in at 256 pounds. He is from Boden, Sweden by way of Liverpool, England, fighting out of Liverpool 3 Lions Den, presenting Ethan “The Sniper” Taylor!

Amidst a thunderous chorus of boos echoing through the arena, Ethan Taylor stands tall, his staunch stare locked onto his opponent standing across the octagon.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a heavyweight debut that’s been the talk of the town. Ethan Taylor, the Midlands FC Heavyweight Champion, stands an incredible 6’10” tall with a wingspan that could blanket the entire cage. And what’s truly remarkable is his speed for a man of his size. This guy moves like a middleweight, it’s unbelievable!”

BYRON McCALL: “You know, Bodie, there’s a lot of hype surrounding this young fighter, and for good reason. He dominated the regional scene, and now he’s here in Union GP. This is a massive opportunity for him to make a name for himself in the heavyweight division. Taylor’s journey to this point has been nothing short of impressive. He’s got the raw power, the reach advantage, and the technical skills to back it up. It’ll be fascinating to see how he performs in this debut. Hopefully the spotlight isn’t too bright for him.”

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Wrestler holding a professional mixed martial arts record of nine wins, one loss. He stands 6’2” tall, and weighing in at 225 pounds. He is from Santa Rosa, California, fighting out of RAW GRAPS, presenting Cosmo Cooper!”

Like flipping a switch, the crowd erupts into a deafening roar, welcoming the return of Cosmo Cooper. With a nod of gratitude, Cosmo acknowledges the thunderous reception, yet his watchful eyes remain fixated on the colossal opposition towering across the unforgiving octagon.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Folks, we are in for a treat tonight as Cosmo Cooper returns to the cage after four-years away from competition! Cosmo is a former dual-sport World Champion in MMA and Pro Wrestling, and he’s looking to make a statement tonight. But the question on everyone’s mind is, can he shake off the ring rust and deliver the same magic we saw back in his very first appearance in a Union GP cage at Boss Fight IX?”

BYRON McCALL: “You know, Bodie, when I look at Cosmo Cooper, I see a man who’s not just physically gifted but mentally resilient. He’s been in the spotlight before, and the pressure doesn’t seem to faze him. But make no mistake, this is a different game now, and he’ll need to adjust to the changes in the sport. His opponent tonight bears a striking resemblance to the young Cosmo Cooper. Both have World Championships on their resumes with a 9-1 record. It’s almost like history repeating itself inside that octagon tonight. But like you said, the evolution of MMA has been incredible, and Cosmo has been away from the cage during some of the sport’s most transformative years. Can he adapt to the new techniques and strategies that have emerged? We’re about to find out!”

ROUND ONE: As the referee signals the start, Cosmo charges forward like a freight train, aiming to impose his wrestling pedigree. But Taylor, with a swift sprawl, denies Cosmo’s initial takedown attempt. Taylor, unleashing the power of his Karate prowess, launches a thunderous high kick. It connects with a sickening thud, sending Cosmo sprawling to the canvas. The crowd erupts, and the referee hovers, poised for a potential stoppage. Cosmo, dazed and disoriented, fights to regain his composure. Taylor pounces, delivering a barrage of precise strikes that keep Cosmo on the defensive. Each punch and kick from Taylor raises the stakes, as the possibility of a shocking first-round upset looms large. Cosmo’s wrestling instincts kick in, and he desperately shoots for a takedown, managing to clinch with Taylor against the cage. With seconds remaining, Cosmo survives the round, but not without enduring some significant damage.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Taylor

ROUND TWO: As the second round begins, Cosmo Cooper enters with newfound determination. He’s tasted the canvas, and he’s hungry for redemption. His wrestling skills, honed through years of hard-fought battles, come alive. Cosmo sets up and shoots for takedowns with masterful precision, using his superior grappling to take Taylor down. The crowd roars as Cosmo mounts Taylor and delivers punishing ground and pound. Elbows and fists rain down, testing Taylor’s resilience. Taylor, caught in the whirlwind, tries to defend, but Cosmo’s relentless onslaught continues. Sweat flies in every direction as the fighters engage in a battle of wills. In a dramatic turn, Cosmo seizes an opportunity when Taylor attempts a flashy high kick. Cosmo snatches Taylor’s leg in the air, brings him down to the canvas, and expertly locks in a heel hook. Taylor grimaces in pain, unable to escape the impending submission. With the crowd on its feet, Taylor taps out, acknowledging defeat. Cosmo Cooper emerges victorious in a thrilling comeback!

Winner: Cosmo Cooper by Submission (Heel Hook) at 2:42 Round 2

Statistics: Cosmo Cooper
Punches 27/48 (56%)
Kicks 0/2 (0%)
Clinch strikes 4/6 (67%)
Takedowns 6/7 (86%)
GnP strikes 21/35 (60%)
Submissions 1/1 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 3/3 (100%)
Time on the ground 160 s 

Statistics: Ethan Taylor
Punches 32/56 (57%)
Kicks 4/7 (57%)
Clinch strikes 2/4 (50%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 14/25 (56%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 138 s

BODIE SULLIVAN: “We are back ladies and gentlemen from our break for station identification. The crowd’s electric tonight, and check it out, we got the one and only multi-time World Champ in the house, The Big Boss herself, Artemis Kaiser! You’ve seen her tear it up all across the Battleground Network, whether it’s DEATH GRAPS, King’s Road Pro Wrestling, or her very own Pro Wrestling: NEO!”

BYRON McCALL: “The stars are shining bright, Bodie! It’s always a treat to see the big shots soaking in the live action, especially someone as big-time as Artemis Kaiser. It ain’t every day we catch her out and about, not in her wrestler or promoter mode, so you know it’s a major stamp of approval to have her here tonight!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Most recently, Kaiser defeated Emery Layton in an Iron Man match, earning her the right to challenge DEATH GRAPS Champion “Young” Chris Caine! No doubt that’ll be an absolute banger, so be sure to keep a close eye on all of the latest breaking news! And speaking of bangers, let’s turn it back over to Mike Dempsey now, folks, as we ready ourselves for a top flight Bantamweight clash between Isabel Azevedo and Dallas Meechan!”

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following 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 twelve wins, five losses, one draw. He stands 5’10” tall, and weighing in at 136 pounds. He is from Coatbridge, North Lanarkshire, Scotland, fighting out of The ScrapYard MMA, presenting the former Union Grand Prix Bantamweight Champion and the number two ranked Bantamweight Contender in the World, “Playboy” Dallas Meechan!”

Dallas Meechan’s energy surges through him as he bounces on the balls of his feet, a sinister-like grin curling up on his lips, like a wolf preparing for a hunt. He exudes confidence, poised for the impending clash, as if he knows a secret that will tip the scales in his favor.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Dallas Meechan is a name that’s synonymous with Bantamweight excellence. With four successful title defenses under his belt, he’s etched his name in the annals of MMA history. But let’s not forget, he’s coming off a draw against Victoria Marshall, and he’s hungry to prove he’s still the man to beat in this division.”

BYRON McCALL: “Dallas Meechan’s technical prowess is second to none. His striking game is a thing of beauty, and his ground game is equally impressive. He’s one of those fighters who can adapt to any situation in the cage. And you know what’s truly remarkable? Meechan’s ability to stay at the top for so long. I mean, we’re talking about a division filled with incredible talent, yet he’s managed to stay ahead of the pack. That’s a testament to his work ethic and his unwavering dedication to the sport.”

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Fighter holding a professional mixed martial arts record of nine wins, three losses. She stands 5’7” tall, and weighing in at 136 pounds. She is from São Paulo, Brazil, fighting out of Nova Uniao in Rio de Janeiro, presenting the former Union Grand Prix Bantamweight Title Challenger and the number one ranked Bantamweight Contender in the World, “Maravilha” Isabel Azevedo!” 

Isabel Azevedo stands in her corner, fists clenched guarding her face as she sways with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Her intent is crystal clear this evening — no frills, no extravagance, just an unwavering, laser-like focus that could cut through steel.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Isabel Azevedo has been a compelling sensation in the Bantamweight division. Her journey through Union GP has been nothing short of remarkable. She may have lost two title fights, but let’s not forget she’s the woman who broke the record for the quickest submission at UGP 48. That’s a feather in her cap, even though Sadie Williams went on to beat that record just a few weeks later.”

BYRON McCALL: “She’s undoubtedly a resilient fighter. And you can’t ignore the fact that she made her pro debut right here in Union GP. Since then, she’s consistently been at the top of the rankings, proving herself against some of the toughest competition in the world. Her striking has evolved, her ground game is world-class, and she’s shown a willingness to adapt her game plan. Tonight, she’s facing another stern test, and it’s going to be fascinating to see how she approaches this fight.”

ROUND ONE: The crowd’s roars of excitement reverberate through the United Center as Isabel Azevedo and Dallas Meechan touch gloves. Meechan, known for his devastating Muay Thai strikes, wastes no time. He steps forward, unleashing a barrage of crisp leg kicks and swift jabs. Azevedo, with her BJJ prowess, exhibits superb footwork, bobbing and weaving, avoiding the full brunt of Meechan’s onslaught. The round continues, a riveting clash between Azevedo’s defense and Meechan’s aggression. Azevedo occasionally lunges forward, attempting to close the distance and secure a takedown. Meechan counters with a bone-rattling knee to the body. Azevedo’s corner shouts instructions, urging her to stick to her game plan. As the first round comes to a close, the Chicago crowd is electric. Azevedo’s fans cheer her resilience, while Meechan’s supporters celebrate his striking prowess. It’s a tight contest, setting the stage for a thrilling bout.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Meechan

ROUND TWO: The second round begins with a newfound determination in Azevedo’s eyes. She feints, causing Meechan to hesitate for just a moment. In that split second, she seizes the opportunity, closing the gap and executing a swift takedown. Meechan hits the mat, almost giving a stunned look. Azevedo’s world-class grappling skills come to the forefront. She transitions seamlessly, moving from side control to mount, searching for an opening to exploit. Meechan struggles, attempting to escape the ground battle, but Azevedo’s control is unrelenting. With seconds left in the round, Azevedo inches her arm under Meechan’s neck, seeking the rear naked choke. The crowd collectively holds its breath as she continues to work her way under the chin. Meechan’s face contorts in pain but he fights her off long enough to hear the horn.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Azevedo (19-19 Push)

ROUND THREE: Entering the final round, the tension is high as it feels like the scorecards are all tied up, leaving these final five minutes to decide a victor. Meechan throws everything he has into his strikes, swinging wild hooks and firing off thunderous kicks. Azevedo, undeterred, defends with poise, her eyes locked on the prize. She feints a takedown and catches Meechan off guard, landing a clean right hook that sends him staggering. As Meechan regains his composure, Azevedo seizes the moment, diving for another takedown. The crowd erupts in excitement. She lands in side control and swiftly transitions to the mount once more. Fatigue sets in for Meechan, who can barely muster the strength to defend. Azevedo, driven by the opportunity to finish the fight, sinks in the Anaconda Choke. The arena holds its breath as Meechan struggles to breathe. With no escape in sight, Meechan reluctantly taps, conceding defeat. The crowd bursts into applause as Azevedo rises, victorious. It’s a remarkable display of skill and strategy from both fighters, but in the end, it’s Azevedo’s mastery of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu that secures her the win.

Winner: Isabel Azevedo by Submission (Anaconda Choke) at 3:09 Round 3

Statistics: Isabel Azevedo
Punches 10/30 (33%)
Kicks 5/15 (33%)
Clinch strikes 2/5 (40%)
Takedowns 4/6 (67%)
GnP strikes 8/15 (53%)
Submissions 1/1 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 2/4 (50%)
Time on the ground 246 s

Statistics: Dallas Meechan
Punches 22/60 (37%)
Kicks 12/35 (34%)
Clinch strikes 3/10 (30%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 5/10 (50%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/3 (33%)
Time on the ground 246 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 contender in the crowd, the undefeated SZN 3 Everest MMA Cruiserweight Champion Mauro Santos de Lima is in the house tonight.”

BYRON McCALL: “Don’t be surprised if he’s here for a little reconnaissance. We’ve got some heavy hitters in the Heavyweight Division tonight, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to think he’s got his sights set on one of those big names for his next fight!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “He’s definitely earned a shot at someone ranked higher than him. He’s defended the number next to his name since entering the folds of Union GP. Can’t wait to see what the matchmakers have in store for him.”

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for three rounds in the Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Division! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of thirteen wins, four losses. He stands 6’3” tall, and weighing in at 264.5 pounds. He is from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, fighting out of RAW GRAPS, presenting the former Everest MMA Heavyweight Champion and the number five ranked Heavyweight Contender in the World, “The Death Dealer” Dax Levandrier!”

Dax Levandrier is a man on the edge, a force of nature unleashed. In his corner, he’s a powder keg of raw energy, his chest heaving with every breath, his eyes ablaze with intensity. With a thunderous roar that shakes the very foundation, he hammers his chest, signaling his readiness to unleash chaos.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Dax Levandrier, a fighter with quite the story, is no stranger to adversity. After losing back-to-back fights to Owen Barnes and Viktor Volkov and losing a little steam from his hype train, he came back strong, scoring a Performance of the Night bonus at UGP 49. That win showed us his resilience and determination, traits that can define a fighter’s career. And of course, let’s not forget, he’s a two-time Everest Heavyweight Champion from seasons 1 and 2.”

BYRON McCALL: “Yeah, those are some impressive credentials. But remember, Bodie, it’s not just about the wins and losses; it’s about how you bounce back, how you evolve as a fighter. Dax Levandrier has a bit of history with Dominic Donaldson. They stand at one win each in their encounters. Their previous matchups were barnburners for fight fans to witness. It’s like a classic rivalry brewing here. It’s always intriguing to see how fighters adapt and adjust in these situations. Levandrier’s ground game and striking have evolved significantly, and I’m eager to see what game plan he brings tonight.”

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Muay Thai Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of twelve wins, two losses. He stands 6’1” tall, and weighing in at 242.5 pounds. He is from The Windy City — Chicago, Illinois, fighting out of Kratos Combat Sports, presenting the number four ranked Heavyweight Contender in the World, “Thunder” Dominic Donaldson!”

Dominic Donaldson exudes an aura of serene confidence, a stark contrast to the tense energy emanating from his rival. With a casual yet purposeful swagger, he paces back and forth in his corner, mentally priming himself for an electrifying showdown in the fiery climax of their epic trilogy.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Dominic Donaldson is a true rising star in the sport. He’s undefeated in the Union GP with all wins coming by way of stoppage, and that includes three devastating knockouts and one TKO. His striking is something to behold, and I can’t wait to see how he performs tonight. Donaldson’s striking is crisp and powerful. His footwork is impeccable, and he knows how to control the distance. And let’s not forget, B-Mac, he hails from the Windy City right here in Chicago, which has a long history of producing top-notch fighters. This is a city with a rich fighting tradition, and one that will support their own to the death!”

BYRON McCALL: “That’s right, Bodie. Chicago breeds tough fighters, and Donaldson is no exception. But what really sets him apart is his coach, Delaney Donovan, a Hall of Famer in the world of mixed martial arts. Donovan’s expertise is undoubtedly rubbing off on his protege. It’s always a game-changer when you have a mentor with that level of experience. And let’s talk about the rivalry, Bodie. Donaldson and Levandrier are 1-1, there’s some unfinished business. You can bet that Donaldson is hungry to settle the score once and for all.”

ROUND ONE: The bell rings, unleashing a wave of anticipation through the roaring crowd. Dominic Donaldson, a Muay Thai virtuoso, enters the octagon with a relaxed stance, ready to showcase his striking prowess. Dax Levandrier, a hard-hitting boxer, exudes raw power as he bobs and weaves. They circle, gauging distance, and Dominic fires a low kick, thudding against Dax’s leg. Dax retaliates with a lightning-fast jab, connecting with Dominic’s nose. Blood trickles, igniting the fire within Dominic. He unleashes a blistering combination, hooks and kicks blending seamlessly. Dax counters with a sledgehammer right hand, and Dominic stumbles, but quickly regains composure. As the round progresses, Dominic’s fluid kicks find their mark, softening Dax’s torso. Dax continues to press forward, each of his punches packing dynamite. Dominic’s clinch work becomes the X-factor, landing sharp knees to Dax’s midsection. The round ends with both fighters locked in a fierce exchange, sweat and determination glistening on their faces.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Levandrier

ROUND TWO: They touch gloves, respect and rivalry mingling. The second round begins with the exact same intensity. Dax charges forward, seeking to exploit his boxing supremacy. Dominic retreats, adopting a counter-striking strategy. Dax launches a monstrous left hook, and Dominic evades gracefully, countering with a devastating spinning backfist that grazes Dax’s temple. The crowd roars in disbelief, but Dax remains standing, his granite chin unyielding. Dax unleashes a barrage of body shots, pounding Dominic’s midsection. Gasps echo through the arena as Dominic retaliates with a lead leg roundhouse kick that swipes Dax’s jaw. It’s a chaotic mosh pit of power versus precision. In the latter half of the round, Dominic begins to find his rhythm. His low kicks start taking a toll on Dax’s mobility, while Dax’s punches lose some steam. Dax becomes more of a bulldog, tenaciously pressing forward. Dominic’s clinch work again shines, but Dax refuses to be outdone, landing a thunderous uppercut just before the bell, leaving Dominic’s head ringing.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Levandrier (20-18 Levandrier)

ROUND THREE: The final round unfolds with both fighters showing signs of fatigue, but their spirits undiminished. Dominic and his cornermen feel he must finish strong, unleashing a spinning heel kick that narrowly misses Dax’s head. Dax responds with a left hook that finds its mark, rattling Dominic’s jaw. It’s a clash of wills as they exchange heavy leather in the center of the cage. Dominic surprises Dax with a lightning-fast lead leg front kick, temporarily blinding him. With seconds ticking away, they engage in a toe-to-toe exchange, a crescendo of violence that sends shockwaves through the audience. The final horn sounds, and the fighters embrace, their faces battered but respect undeniable. The judges’ scorecards reveal a split decision, and the arena erupts. The third chapter in their rivalry ends seemingly open-ended, leaving room for a potential fourth installment down the road.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Donaldson (29-28 Levandrier)

JUDGE OTTO LANE
Dominic Donaldson  9 10 10: 29
Dax Levandrier  10 9 9: 28

JUDGE FRANK PEARCE
Dominic Donaldson  9 9 10: 28
Dax Levandrier  10 10 9: 29

JUDGE JAMIE STANTON
Dominic Donaldson  9 10 10: 29
Dax Levandrier  10 9 9: 28

Winner: Dominic Donaldson by Split Decision

Statistics: Dominic Donaldson
Punches 65/105 (62%)
Kicks 28/40 (70%)
Clinch strikes 12/18 (67%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 3/4 (75%)
Time on the ground 0 s

Statistics: Dax Levandrier
Punches 47/80 (59%)
Kicks 10/20 (50%)
Clinch strikes 6/12 (50%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/3 (33%)
Time on the ground 0 s

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And we’re back, fight fans, with more adrenaline-fueled action inside the octagon! As we gear up for our second of back-to-back Heavyweight bouts, we have to give a shout out to the Heavyweight King himself gracing us with his presence, Gauge Lattimore is here enjoying the spectacle!”

BYRON McCALL: “You know Lattimore’s gotta be loving life right now. Last time we saw him in this cage, he took down his former teammate and former champ, Kennard Rozier, in a straight-up barnburner that didn’t end until the fifth round at UGP 48. I think it’s safe to say we all hope to see him throw down again before the year’s out, maybe even throw hands with one of these top-ranked Heavyweights we’ve got competing tonight.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Anything’s possible, B! Gauge Lattimore is all about the big money fights, and any one of these contenders competing tonight would certainly be a big time match up!”

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for three rounds in the Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Division! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of nine wins, four losses. He stands 6’8” tall, and weighing in at 263 pounds. He is from Saint Paul, Minnesota, fighting out of Twin Cities MMA, presenting the former Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Champion and the number six ranked Heavyweight Contender in the World, “The Viper” Owen Barnes!”

Owen Barnes stands like an unshakable fortress amidst the uproar of boos cascading from the crowd. He exudes an aura of unwavering determination, locked in his own world, his eyes fixed on his opponent across the octagon, his gaze piercing like a thousand daggers.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Owen Barnes is a name that MMA fans have been keeping an eye on. He’s had quite the journey in this sport, and tonight, he’s looking to turn things around after a couple of setbacks. He’s a former Heavyweight Champion that had a spectacular seven-fight winning streak before hitting this rough patch.”

BYRON McCALL: “That’s no small feat in this division. It’s a testament to his determination. You don’t become a Champion without facing adversity and coming out on top. He’s faced some of the toughest Heavyweights out there, including Kennard Rozier, whom he bested twice, as well as that explosive knockout against Donnie Calabrese at UGP 35. He’s got that one-punch knockout potential that can change the course of a fight in an instant. Owen Barnes has proven himself before, and he’s looking to remind everyone tonight of his championship pedigree.”

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of nineteen wins, ten losses. He stands 6’1” tall, and weighing in at 261 pounds. He is from The Windy City Chicago, Illinois, fighting out of The Hit Squad, presenting the former Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Champion and the number two ranked Heavyweight Contender in the World, “Dog Face” Donnie Calabrese!”

The crowd erupts into sheer pandemonium as they cheer for their hometown hero, Donnie Calabrese. With a charismatic grin, Donnie starts swaying to the rhythm, his head bobbing up and down in perfect sync with the electrifying atmosphere. In a mesmerizing twist, he performs a slow, awe-inspiring 360-degree turn, savoring the moment as if it were the secret ingredient to his success, fueling his passion and the crowd’s enthusiasm alike.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Here in Chicago, there’s no one bigger than Dog Face Donnie! Calabrese is a true veteran of the sport. He headlined the very first Union GP event, showcasing his longevity in this tough sport. And you can feel the love from the Chicago crowd here tonight. They’ve got their hometown boy back in action. He’s been a fan favorite for years, and it’s not hard to see why. His fighting style is thrilling, and he always leaves it all in the cage. Plus, being a former Heavyweight Champion, he knows what it takes to reach the pinnacle of this sport.”

BYRON McCALL: “Donnie Calabrese is not just a fan favorite; he’s also a knockout artist. He holds the record for the most knockouts in Union GP history with twelve! When this man connects, you better believe someone’s going down. His striking is something to behold, Bodie. But you know, it’s not just about raw power with Donnie. He’s got some slick wrestling in his back pocket, too. That’s what makes him such a well-rounded fighter. He knows how to pick his shots and tonight, Calabrese is carrying the hopes and dreams of Chicago on his shoulders tonight. This is his city, and he’s ready to put on a show for his people!”

ROUND ONE: The United Center was buzzing with electricity as the former heavyweight champions Donnie Calabrese and Owen Barnes squared off. Both behemoths, heavy hitters, meant business. As the bell chimed, they locked eyes, a storm brewing. Calabrese, known for his piston-like jabs, fired the first shot, snapping Barnes’ head back with a laser-guided jab. But Barnes, a granite-chinned warrior, responded with a wicked leg kick that echoed through the arena. The crowd roared in approval. The first round became a brutal symphony of destruction. Calabrese’s thunderous hooks met Barnes’ sledgehammer rights in a cacophonous clash. Blood sprayed from both warriors’ noses, painting the canvas a crimson red. In the closing seconds, Barnes unleashed a devastating liver shot that left Calabrese gasping for air. The crowd held its breath as the round ended. It was anyone’s fight.

Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Barnes

ROUND TWO: The second round kicked off with a ferocity that defied reason. Calabrese, his face a mask of determination, unleashed a barrage of punches, pushing Barnes against the cage. Barnes, refusing to back down, countered with vicious elbows and short uppercuts in the clinch. As the battle raged on, both fighters bore the marks of war — swollen eyes, crimson masks, and battered bodies. The crowd could hardly believe the carnage they were witnessing. Then, in a moment of sheer brilliance, Calabrese saw an opening. With a lightning-fast feint, he baited Barnes into dropping his guard. And then, in a sublime display of skill, Calabrese landed the mother of all uppercuts — a shot that echoed through the arena. Barnes ragdolled like a puppet with severed strings, hitting the canvas with a thud that sent shockwaves through the arena. The referee rushed in, waving off the fight as Calabrese stood triumphant, bloodied but unbowed. The crowd erupted, acknowledging the epic battle they had just witnessed and showing nothing but love for their hometown hero.

Winner: Donnie Calabrese by KO (Uppercut) at 3:42 Round 2

Statistics: Donnie Calabrese
Punches 48/82 (58%)
Kicks 12/18 (67%)
Clinch strikes 25/30 (83%)
Takedowns 0/2 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 0 s

Statistics: Owen Barnes
Punches 38/76 (50%)
Kicks 9/20 (45%)
Clinch strikes 18/25 (72%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 5/12 (42%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/2 (100%)
Time on the ground 0 s

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back, folks. Returning live here at the United Center, we are set to begin the Championship block of the night! We are just moments away from our Middleweight Championship Co-Main Event between Derrius Webb and Eagle Mondalvi, but before we dive in, we gotta shine some light on a few special members of the audience tonight. We’ve Sky former Union GP Octagon Girl Sky Sakarya in the house! She will be headlining the first card of Everest MMA SZN 4 against a returning Katya Belinskaya in Toronto. We also got the man, the myth, the legend, the two-time, TWO-TIME Ryūjin FC Champ, Zion Momo’a!”

BYRON McCALL: “The Buzzsaw is not looking too shabby after shredding through three opponents in a single night to reclaim the strap at RFC 4. You know he’s here in support of his fellow Hit Squad teammate Derrius Webb, and hell maybe even showing some respect to his fierce rival, CC Flynn, who also pulled off the triple-header in a single night. I won’t speculate or push a narrative, but either way it’s great to see him here in Chi-raq for this epic night!”

As the raucous crowd inside the sold-out United Center roared with anticipation, the sound of pounding drums echoed through the dimly lit corridor. The moment had finally arrived. It was time for “Violent” Eagle Mondalvi to make his walkout. The arena was bathed in a sea of flashing lights, creating a mesmerizing spectacle as fans waved their cell phones in unison. Mondalvi, draped in his signature BST Fightwear gear, stood at the entrance of the main stage, his eyes fixed on the illuminated walkway that stretched toward the cage. His chiseled physique glistened with a sheen of sweat, his muscles twitched with a controlled fury, and his jaw clenched in silent determination.

The pulsating beat of the drums grew louder, driving the crowd into a frenzy. Eagle’s cornermen, clad in matching attire, flanked him like loyal soldiers. Their faces were etched with a mixture of excitement and reverence, knowing that they were about to follow their fearless brother into battle. As Eagle took his first step onto the walkway, the lights above him intensified, casting a spotlight on his every move. The fans erupted, punctuated by the occasional roar that resembled the primal cries of a pack of wolves. It was as if the very earth trembled beneath their feet.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, here comes a white hot rising contender in the Middleweight Division, Eagle Mondalvi. He’s been on a tear this year, B-Mac, making his fifth trip to the octagon in 2023. This guy has been incredibly active, and it’s showing in his performances. He’s gone 4-0 in less than ten months, which is no small feat, especially in a tough competitive division. He debuted in Union with a statement win over Middleweight great Robert Guilliman, and most recently he handed SZN 3 Everest MMA Welterweight Champion, Kian De Beer, his first loss. That’s an impressive stretch and certainly no small feat.”

BYRON McCALL: “He’s been able to accomplish great success against some incredibly tough opponents which has earned him some extra pocket change. Two Fight of the Night bonuses as well as a Performance of the Night bonus. Eagle’s not just winning, he’s entertaining the fans in an aggressive and dominant fashion. This man knows how to put on a show!”

Mondalvi’s arrival at the cageside area kicked up the intensity. He shed his warm-up attire, leaving only his trunks. Handing his warm-ups to a cornerman, he moved with purpose, carefully attending to each member of his team. Every dab was a last-minute ritual, a final bond before the impending storm.

The crowd roared, feeding off the energy as the official meticulously examined every inch of the fighter — checking for taped fingers, trimmed nails, and a snug mouthguard. The crisp sound of latex gloves snapping on echoed through the arena, underscoring the gravity of the moment. The referee gave Mondalvi a nod, affirming his readiness to unleash hell inside the cage. With a burst of adrenaline, Mondalvi raced up the steel steps and entered the octagon. He jogged over to his corner, where he began to stretch out and shadow box as he awaited his opponent.

♫
YOU NIGGAS GON’ END UP IN A HEARSE, HEARSE
YOU NIGGAS GON’ END UP IN THE DIRT, DIRT
FROM THE TRENCHES, HAD TO MAKE IT WORK, WORK
AND THESE FUCK NIGGAS JUST GON’ MAKE IT WORSE, WORSE
♫

“Under Enemy Arms” by Trippie Redd blasts through the arena, its bass thumping like a war drum signaling the arrival of the Middleweight Champion, Derrius “Spyda” Webb. The crowd roars, drowning out the music with their thunderous applause. As the music echoes through the arena, the camera pans over to Spyda, standing at the entrance of the main stage, shrouded in shadows. His eyes, focused like a predator on the prowl, shimmer with a mix of determination and passion. He’s about to make that long walk that could etch his name deeper into the annals of MMA history.

The lights in the arena dim, save for a single spotlight that pierces the darkness, illuminating Spyda’s long, chiseled frame. His black shorts, adorned with a venomous spider emblem, glisten under the spotlight, and his championship belt gleams like a trophy of conquest. As Spyda takes his first step onto the ramp, the crowd erupts in cheers that resonate deep within your chest. You can feel the energy pulsating through the air.

The rhythm of the music begins to sync with Spyda’s steps, and he starts to move to the beat. His walkout is not just a walk; it’s a performance, a ritual. He bobs and weaves, shadowboxing the air with precision, and there, right behind him, is Roscoe Robinson, former multi-time Champion and Spyda’s trusted Head Coach. Dressed in a sharp suit, he exudes an aura of experience and wisdom. He’s seen and done it all, and he knows what it takes to win at this level. His presence adds an extra layer of confidence to Spyda’s swagger.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, The Champ is here! The 185 pound King, Derrius “Spyda” Webb, is making his walkout to the octagon, and the crowd is going berserk! Spyda is a true MMA sensation, a former three-time Everest MMA Welterweight Champion. 5-0 in Union GP so far, and let’s not forget, his only losses were against former Everest Champions. He’s faced some of the very best and learned from it. That’s no small feat, my friend!”

BYRON McCALL: “Those losses, Bodie, they’ve shaped him into the fighter he is today. Like you said, Derrius is unbeaten through his Union GP run. Most recently, he handed Noah Vanderkaay his first loss in their title fight at UGP 47, showing his championship mettle. What sets Spyda apart is not just his physical skills, but his fight IQ. He’s a true tactician in there, always thinking two steps ahead. It’s that mental game, Bodie, combined with his exceptional athleticism and reach advantage, that makes him a fan favorite. People love watching a fighter who can outthink and outperform his opponents. Spyda has the makings to be a legendary champion, and tonight, he’s looking to begin that journey as he looks to make his first title defense.”

The fans in the front row reach out, trying to touch the champ, to connect with the living legend before them. Spyda obliges, slapping hands and soaking in the love from the crowd. Finally reaching the cageside area, a brief pause ensues, allowing Roscoe time to give Derrius one last shot of motivation, ensuring he is mentally prepared for the impending war. In this fleeting moment, unspoken words pass between them, a silent exchange of camaraderie and unwavering belief. A fist bump seals their bond, a final gesture of solidarity before the inevitable clash.

Turning his back away from his teammates, Derrius confronts the cutman for inspection. Intensity envelopes the scene as the cutman meticulously inspects the champion. With a nod of approval, Derrius meets the stringent standards of the competition.

Taking measured strides, Derrius ascends the steps and saunters inside the octagon, the boundary that separates him from both glory and peril. Even in this defining moment, he remains fluid, throwing punches and kicks into the empty air, his movements a chorus of controlled power. Time ticks away relentlessly, each passing second amplifying the anticipation that hangs heavy in the atmosphere.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the Co-Main Event of the evening! Sanctioned by the Illinois State Athletic Commission, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Otto Lane, Frank Pearce, and Jamie Stanton, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Colin Davenport. AND NOW, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Live from the sold out United Center in The Windy City Chicago, Illinois, 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 Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of twenty-two wins, three losses. He stands 6’3” tall, and weighing in at 184.5 pounds. He is from Miami, Florida, fighting out of 9th World Miami — presenting the number one ranked Middleweight Contender in the World, “Violent” Eagle Mondalvi!”

Bathed in the searing spotlight’s intense glare, Eagle Mondalvi emerges from his corner, his aura radiating with unshakable confidence. He raises his fists high in the air, those lethal instruments of combat, with a sublime mix of swagger and stoicism. 

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of sixteen wins, four losses. He stands 6’4” tall, and weighing in at 184 pounds. He is from Brooklyn, New York, fighting out of The Hit Squad— presenting THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion of the World, Derrius “Spyda” Webb!”

Derrius Webb emerged from his corner like a true gladiator entering the Colosseum of modern combat sports. The roar of the crowd enveloped him like a primal wave. With the finesse of a seasoned warrior, Webb showcased his unrivaled poise. His arms, like a pair of wings ready to take flight, stretched outwards in a mesmerizing display.

Webb’s demeanor was stoic, a visual of focused determination that belied the storm brewing within him. It was a calm before the storm, a moment of zen-like meditation in the heart of chaos. But make no mistake, this was no ordinary meditation. This was the calm before the storm, the eye of the hurricane. The crowd knew it, and so did his opponent. 

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Alright ladies and gentlemen, with a possible twenty-five minutes on the clock, we are all about to witness an epic clash of titans, a battle of wits and wills, where every move could be the difference between victory and defeat! Who will walk away as the Middleweight Champion of the World? Will we see AND NEW or AND STILL?”

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 Colin Davenport gives one final pep talk.

COLIN DAVENPORT: “Alright gentlemen, we’ve gone over the rules in the back. Protect yourself at all times, follow my instructions, touch gloves if you wish to and let’s have a good, clean fight.”

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, Colin Davenport checks off with each fighter one last time, ensuring they are both ready for the challenge that lies ahead.

The anticipation in the air is heavy as the crowd eagerly awaits the start of this epic Championship Co-Main Event. Colin Davenport, our seasoned referee, stands at the ready. And there it is, the bell chimes, signaling the beginning of the fight! Eagle Mondalvi wastes no time, looking to bring the action to his comfort zone, the grappling world. He initiates a fierce clinch, employing a double underhooks technique to force his opponent, Derrius Webb, back against the cage. But Webb’s having none of it; he’s ducking and weaving, attempting to break free from Mondalvi’s grasp. Mondalvi, however, is relentless. He keeps the pressure on, preventing Webb from creating separation. These fighters are locked in a gritty clinch battle, each refusing to give an inch.

Webb finally manages to push Mondalvi away, opting for striking range. But Mondalvi has other plans! He counters with a lightning-fast flurry of punches, exploiting Webb’s brief lapse in defense. Webb just can’t shake him off! Mondalvi continues to rain blows down upon him. It’s like a storm in there, and Webb’s struggling to weather it. Webb isn’t one to back down though. He finds an opening and punishes Mondalvi’s ribs with a series of punishing hooks, leaving the crowd in awe of his resilience. The two fighters engage in a striking battle, with Webb throwing jabs countered by Mondalvi’s powerful punches. Mondalvi connects with a brilliant combo, showcasing his striking prowess. Mondalvi then throws a quick one-two combination that lands cleanly, but Webb isn’t giving in just yet. He counters with an uppercut that snaps Mondalvi’s head back, leaving a small cut on his chin. 

Back and forth they go, circling the center of the cage like two apex predators in a primal standoff. Webb fakes a move and unleashes an uppercut, but Mondalvi blocks it with ease. Webb tries again with another uppercut, this time landing squarely on Mondalvi’s chin. The damage is done, and that cut on Mondalvi’s chin begins to open up even more. Mondalvi retaliates with a quick hook, catching Webb off guard. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an incredible high kick from Webb! The crowd collectively gasps, but Mondalvi displays expert reflexes, deflecting the kick and sidestepping the danger. Mondalvi seizes the opportunity, launching a devastating counter right hand that finds its mark, and a thunderous hook that catches Webb off balance. Webb slips to the ground, and the crowd erupts!

Eagle Mondalvi stands tall while Webb lies on the canvas, but Webb is determined to get back on his feet. He struggles, trying to rise, but Mondalvi’s grappling skills prove to be a formidable obstacle. Webb finally manages to stand up, and the fight resumes on their feet. The crowd’s excitement is unmatched! Webb pushes Mondalvi away, needing some space to catch his breath. He’s recharging, preparing for the next onslaught. Webb retaliates with a furious low kick, landing a punishing blow to Mondalvi’s lead leg. The crowd winces as they observe the pain inflicted. Mondalvi counters back with a one-two combination of his own, displaying his striking skills once again. The ebb and flow of this bout are simply mesmerizing!

Webb attempts another high kick, but Mondalvi masterfully blocks it. It’s a close call, and the crowd can feel the tension in the air. As Webb fumbles with a poorly executed hook, Mondalvi seizes the moment, delivering a pulverizing punch to Webb’s head. But Webb narrowly avoids it, slipping out of harm’s way. Webb tries to regain his footing with a hook, but his technique falls short. Mondalvi, with cat-like reflexes, counters with a thunderous hook of his own, sending shockwaves through Webb’s right cheek. Webb’s mouth is beginning to swell. 

The two fighters exchange punches in a frenzied barrage, with Mondalvi clearly gaining the upper hand. Webb seems to be in trouble as his legs look unsteady. Webb begins to backpedal, seemingly on the defensive. Mondalvi taunts him, challenging his fighting spirit. In a brilliant moment of awareness, Eagle Mondalvi dodges a strike and counters with a devastating hook that nearly sends Webb airborne! As the horn sounds, the referee separates the fighters, bringing an end to a heart-pounding back-and-froth first round.

Back in action for round two and neither fighter shows any signs of letting up! Eagle Mondalvi and Derrius Webb are locked in a relentless exchange of blows right off the rip, leaving the crowd on the edge of their seats. Mondalvi unleashes a looping right hand, but Webb’s quick reflexes allow him to roll off most of the impact. He responds with a crisp counterattack, landing a few solid punches, making this an exhilarating exchange of fire. Webb, a crafty strategist, fakes a move and then delivers a jaw-crushing uppercut, landing flush on Eagle’s chin. The cut on Mondalvi’s chin begins to bleed profusely now, evidence of the power behind Webb’s strikes.

Webb doesn’t let up as he sidesteps and throws a furious low kick, slamming into Eagle’s thigh with thunderous force. The pain is evident on Mondalvi’s face. But Mondalvi is here to showcase his boxing skills. He fires off a precise one-two combo, with each punch finding its mark on Webb’s face. The crowd erupts in cheers for this display of striking prowess. Not to be outdone, Webb responds with an uppercut that lands squarely on Eagle’s cheek. The swelling is visible, and it’s clear that both fighters are leaving their marks on each other.

Webb continues his impressive performance, dodging a strike and countering with a hook that nearly uproots Mondalvi from the canvas. The crowd is in a frenzy as they witness this fierce battle. A solid kick to the leg from Webb sends a shock wave of pain through Mondalvi’s body. He winces but remains standing, displaying his gritty resilience. Once again, Webb launches a looping right hand, and this time, Mondalvi looks staggered. Derrius Webb seizes the opportunity, launching a barrage of jabs and crosses, capitalizing on Mondalvi’s vulnerable state.

Eagle Mondalvi appears to have hyper-extended his left leg, a clear sign that the fight has taken a toll on both fighters. The momentum swings back and forth as they engage in this brutal exchange. Out of nowhere, a thunderous high kick from Webb connects right on the top of the dome! The crowd collectively holds its breath, and Eagle Mondalvi gets put on skates as this fight takes a chaotic turn.

Webb continues to press the advantage, landing a series of punches. The two warriors engage in a wild and ferocious punch-for-punch exchange. Each connection brings them closer to the edge, and it becomes evident that the fight could end at any moment if one of them lands a lucky punch. Webb launches a brutal combination, leaving Mondalvi in a precarious state with wobbly legs as he gets backed up into the fence. Referee Colin Davenport steps in, urging Mondalvi to defend himself. Several more strikes land uncontested and now sensing the danger, Colin Davenport intervenes and puts an end to the relentless punishment that Eagle Mondalvi was enduring.

The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wave of passion and adrenaline that seemed to vibrate the air in the United Center. Derrius Webb, his chest heaving and his face saturated with sweat and determination, stood triumphantly in the center of the octagon, striking a pose with his arms crossed. 

Eagle Mondalvi, on the other hand, lay sprawled on the canvas, exhibiting the ferocity of the fight they had just endured. The medical team rushed in and circled around Mondalvi, their gloved hands moving with precision as they assessed his condition. It was a tense moment, but Mondalvi was a warrior, and he slowly but surely regained his footing. The crowd erupted into applause once again, relieved that he appeared to be okay. It was a gesture of respect to the heart of these fighters, who put it all on the line every time they stepped into the cage.

With a nod from the physicians, they exited the cage, leaving Webb and Mondalvi alone in the center. The two fighters, though battered and bruised, displayed the utmost respect for one another. Their eyes met, and they exchanged a handshake that spoke volumes. It was a gesture of sportsmanship, a recognition of the bond forged through battle. They stand in the center of the octagon with the official and ring announcer, ready for the ceremonious finale to their fight.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Colin Davenport has called for a stop in this fight at two minutes twenty-four seconds in the second round, declaring your winner by technical knockout, AAAAAND STIIIIILL the undisputed Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion of the World, Derrius “Spyda” Webb!”

As the announcer’s voice boomed through the arena, declaring Derrius Webb the victor, the crowd exploded into a frenzy of cheers. The title belt was wrapped around his waist, a symbol of his hard-fought victory. Webb’s smile was radiant, a mix of relief and triumph, as he soaked in the adoration of the fans.

On the big screen, a graphic flashed with the fight’s statistics, showcasing the raw numbers that told the tale of the match. The commentators, their voices laced with excitement, gave a spirited summary of the battle, reliving the key moments and highlighting the sheer skill and determination of the fighters.

Winner: Derrius Webb by TKO (Punches) at 2:24 Round 2

Statistics: Derrius Webb
Punches 36/55 (65%)
Kicks 4/7 (57%)
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 23 s

Statistics: Eagle Mondalvi
Punches 28/39 (72%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 3/5 (60%)
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 arena continued to buzz with passion, the echoes of the Co-Main Event still reverberating through the air. The crowd, a sea of roaring fans, had just witnessed an epic battle. It was a contest of warriors, a clash of titans, and now it was time to hear from the victor himself.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here with the winner AND STILL UGP Middleweight Champion Derrius “Spyda” Webb! Derrius, you just retained your Middleweight Title in a thrilling Co-Main Event here at UGP 50, and you did it in spectacular fashion. First of all, congratulations, champ!”

The spotlight pivoted, illuminating Derrius Webb, the hero of the night. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with a mixture of exhaustion and elation.

DERRIUS WEBB: “Thank you, Bodie, thank you so much. This… this was one helluva fight.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, a roaring testament to the unforgettable spectacle they had just witnessed.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “In the first round, you were dropped by an incredible right hook from Eagle Mondalvi, and for a moment, it seemed like you were in a dangerous, touch-and-go situation. Walk us through that moment and how you managed to turn things around.”

Derrius took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the floor, recalling the turbulent opening round.

DERRIUS WEBB: “Man, that first round… He’s a beast, no doubt about it. That right hook caught me clean, and I found myself in a real bad spot, Bodie. But you know, I’ve always said, a champion finds ways to win. So, I dug deep, and with the support of my coaches and the crowd, I managed to weather the storm and work my way back into getting some offense going.”

The crowd’s applause resonated through the arena, a tribute to Derrius’s indomitable spirit.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Indeed, Derrius, you showed incredible heart and resilience. Now, in the second round, you turned the tables and secured that jaw-dropping TKO victory. What was going through your mind as you made that comeback?”

Derrius’s face lit up with a grin as he relived the pivotal moments.

DERRIUS WEBB: “Bodie, I knew I had to seize the moment. I saw a chance, and I took it. Eagle was tough as nails, but I landed that clean uppercut, and from there, it was all heart and instinct. I could feel the energy of the crowd fueling me, pushing me to give it everything I had. He pushed me to my limits tonight, and I have nothing but respect for him. This fight wouldn’t have been what it was without him, and I’m sure he’ll come back even stronger.”

The crowd joined in with a respectful applause for both fighters, recognizing the mutual respect that existed in this brutal world of combat sports.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Well said, Derrius. Now, looking ahead, you’ve successfully defended your Middleweight Title. What are your plans moving forward?”

DERRIUS WEBB: “Bodie, I’m here to be an active champion. Everyone in the top five right now is deserving of a title fight, so let’s not drag our feet around. I want to defend this title as much as possible, as soon as possible. There are a lot of hungry fighters out there, and I’m ready to face anyone who steps up. I owe it to the fans, my team, and myself to keep this train rolling.”

The crowd erupted in cheers once more, the promise of more thrilling battles on the horizon electrifying the arena.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “You heard it, folks! Derrius Webb is here to stay, ready to take on all challengers. Thank you, Derrius, for an unforgettable night, it’s an honor to call your fights and watch your career develop to this moment, and congratulations once again on your incredible victory! Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Middleweight Champion of the World, Derrius Webb!”

As the interview concluded, the arena erupted into a chorus of applause and cheers, the energy of the night still coursing through the veins of every spectator. Derrius Webb, the man of the hour, stood tall in the spotlight, a beacon of strength, resilience, and the unwavering spirit of a champion.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back, fight fans! We are just moments away from our Main Event of the evening, and you can bet that these two individuals will be watching very intently. We’ve got the Owner of Prodigy 206 Leonard “Baby” Strickland in the house, who’s one fighter away from having his gym sweep the night and go 3-0; and of course this woman right here is going to be watching very closely. None other than the Bantamweight Title Challenger and one of the top dogs in the division, Magdalena Moruga!”

BYRON McCALL: “Magdalena Moruga is smack dab in the mix, chasing that title shot once more. I don’t think her loss to Redd Lennox at UGP 47 is going to be held against her in the eyes of the top brass of the company. If anything she did them a solid to help keep that card intact. As of now, all it might take is one incredible performance, maybe a little charismatic charm on the mic, and boom. She’s locked in to go up against Eugenie Bombelles next, but if she steamrolls past her, don’t be surprised if she’s up next in line for another championship shot!”

The raucous roar of the crowd reverberated through the dimly lit arena, filling the air with electricity. The intro of “Red” by Chief Keef began to play, a slow and ominous build-up that sent shivers down the spines of everyone in attendance. The arena’s lights dimmed, plunging the United Center into near darkness, save for the strobe lights casting eerie, crimson hues across the octagon.

♫
I GOT 50 SHOTS ON ME, I’MA BLOW IT AT YA, NIGGA
I’MA BLOW IT AT EVERY FUCKIN’ BRICK ASS NIGGA THAT’S WIT’ ‘EM
WHERE THE HOES AT?
‘CAUSE I GOT SOME DOPE AND SOME LEAN AND SOME LIQUOR
AND YOU KNOW THAT I’M GETTING MONEY
THAT’S WHY MY FINGERS ALWAYS ITCHIN’
♫

Amidst the ominous ambiance, a lone spotlight pierced the darkness and focused on the entrance ramp. Suddenly, the crowd erupted into a chorus of boos and jeers as the first signs of CC Flynn’s entrance became visible. She emerged, resplendent in her audacious regalia, wearing a sinister smirk across her face. CC Flynn was decked out in a dark, regal attire befitting her moniker for this fight, “Murda Queen.” A crown adorned with gleaming, blood-red jewels rested upon her head, glistening ominously under the strobe lights. Her entourage, a cadre of teammates from her gym, surrounded her like a swarm of loyal soldiers. With synchronized movements, they carried her on a throne that oozed an aura of malevolence.

As they slowly advanced toward the cage, CC held high a Chicago flag, but this was no ordinary flag. Instead of stars, her face was emblazoned in place of each one, a defiant statement of her narcissism. The flag rippled with every step. As CC Flynn approached the cage, the anticipation reached a fever pitch. The crowd’s jeers grew louder, and some even began to throw trash and debris in her direction. She remained unfazed, basking in the animosity, and even tauntingly egging on the fans.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Not surprisingly, with one of the most grandiose entrances we’ve ever seen, here is the former Everest MMA Featherweight Champion and former Ryūjin FC Champion, “Supastar” CC Flynn! Say what you will about Flynn’s antics, but she backs it up! She is an incredible and aggressive boxer, using her quick speed and footwork to formulate a high volume offense. She doesn’t necessarily have that one punch knockout power, but she is more of a “death by a thousand paper cuts” kind of striker.”

BYRON McCALL: “Flynn will set a pace and never let off. You’re going to see the same tempo and intensity from round one through round five. She had the stamina and cardio to eventually overcome her opponents just on her relentless pressure alone. Looking at this interesting nugget, she has accumulated 43 rounds in her pro career. That’s insanity! I’m sure she’s ready to go another five rounds if need be, because she has the chance to do something that no other fighter has done before. Just taking this fight alone makes her the first fighter to Main Event in Everest MMA, Ryūjin FC, and now Union GP — but she can take that one step further and become the only fighter ever to hold championship gold in all three promotions. That would be an incredible feat, and one that would solidify Supa in the halls of MMA history!”

Finally, the moment arrived for the official inspection. CC Flynn stood before the cage, her eyes closed for a meditative moment. The official approached, his demeanor cautious and wary, as if he, too, could sense the storm of violence brewing within CC Flynn. He carefully inspected her attire and equipment, ensuring she is fit for competition. With the inspection complete and a nod of approval from the official, CC Flynn cast one last withering glance at the crowd before she climbed up the steel steps and entered the cage. The arena was now a Supa storm of hostility, but in the eye of the chaos, CC Flynn exuded an eerie calmness. As she made her way to the blue corner, the crowd’s boos and the debris continued to rain down upon her, but she remained undaunted. CC Flynn was here for one thing and one thing only — to leave her mark in a trail of destruction.

The United Center goes dark once again, before one light flashes over the center of the cage momentarily. “Around The World” by Daft Punk begins to play as a spectrum of red, pink, and white lights begin to take over the arena.

♫
AROUND THE WORLD, AROUND THE WORLD
AROUND THE WORLD, AROUND THE WORLD
♫

The crowd begins cheering as Redd Lennox can be seen making her way down the tunnel to the cage. She looks focused as she bounces up and down with every step. Her coaches pat her on the back and keep giving her those words of encouragement. She says something to herself before stopping in her tracks, crossing her heart and holding her fist up listening to the crowd go crazy. Redd continues her slow walk to the cage taking in all the cheers from this sold out crowd. Holding her arms out while she makes her way to the cage she makes sure to show all the love back.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And with the final walkout of the night, here is the undisputed Union Grand Prix Champion herself, Redd “The Feisty Cheetoh” Lennox! Tonight she looks to make her third successful title defense on the biggest card in Union history. Lennox has been one of the most active fighters this year, making her sixth trip to the octagon this year. B-Mac, Redd Lennox’s story is a remarkable one. Going from earning a contract as a contender on DRIP, to running the table in the Bantamweight Championship Grand Prix earlier this year, she has skyrocketed her way to Superstardom.”

BYRON McCALL: “And she has done it against the very best 135 pound fighters in the world. She’s had two epic clashes with Magdalena Moruga, she knocked out the former Bantamweight King Dallas Meechan, outlasted the GOAT Gianna Howard in a five round war, and pieced up Isabel Azevedo to win the Grand Prix. All of those fighters mentioned are top five fighters in the world, right now! You talk about taking on all challengers, Redd Lennox has redefined that statement, and has done so in dominant fashion! If she gets past a big name like CC Flynn tonight, we will be talking about Redd Lennox as an all-time great, accomplishing that feat in less than a year! We are all witnessing greatness in the making, folks!”

Redd finally makes her way to the cageside area and looks out at the crowd before yelling out “Let’s Go Chi-raq, Let’s Go!!” The crowd pops as she begins taking off her BST Fightwear track suit and talking to her coaches. After Reed finishes her final pep talk with her coaches, she faces the cutman for inspection. After a rigorous examination, she’s all cleared for combat. The champion ascends the stairs and steps inside the cage slowly before walking around the cage. She gets to her corner and bounces up and down while looking across the cage at Flynn.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the Main Event of the evening! Sanctioned by the Illinois State Athletic Commission, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Otto Lane, Frank Pearce, and Jamie Stanton, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Dusty Whittaker. AND NOW, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Live from the sold out United Center in The Windy City Chicago, Illinois, 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 Bantamweight Championship! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of ten wins, seven losses. She stands 5’8” tall, and weighing in at 135 pounds. She is from Harlem, New York, fighting out of Prodigy 206 — presenting the former Everest MMA Featherweight Champion and the former Ryūjin FC Champion and the number six ranked Pound-for-Pound Fighter in the World, “The Murda Queen” — “Supastar” CC Flynn!”

As Mike Dempsey’s voice resonated through the arena, the crowd’s reaction reached a fever pitch. CC Flynn stood poised in her corner, her demeanor a testament to her unshakable confidence in the biggest moments imaginable.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And her opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of fifteen wins, one loss. She stands 5’4” tall, and weighing in at 135 pounds. She is from Orlando, Florida, fighting out of 9th World Miami — presenting THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED Union Grand Prix Bantamweight Champion of the World, Redd “The Feisty Cheetoh” Lennox!”

Redd Lennox’s eyes bore an unwavering, laser-like focus on her opponent. Despite the uproarious cheers from the crowd, her expression remained stoic, a mask of determination. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead as she mentally rehearsed her game plan.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Here we go, ladies and gentlemen! History is up for grabs!”

The referee strides purposefully to the center of the octagon, commanding the spotlight, and signals for the two fierce contenders to converge. As the electric presence of Mike Dempsey looms, clutching the microphone, referee Dusty Whittaker delivers one last pep talk for both fighters.

DUSTY WHITTAKER: “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 exude an electrifying surge of adrenaline, their very beings poised to explode. Following the referee’s final instructions, a chilling silence blankets the arena as the fighters, fueled by an unstoppable fire, decline the customary glove touch. Without hesitation, they retreat into their corners, igniting an uproar from the crowd that resonates with ear-splitting intensity.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ha-haaaa… Well folks, if you bet the prop that these two wouldn’t touch gloves, now’s the time to cash in those tickets!”

Amidst the deafening roar of the United Center, Redd Lennox and CC Flynn locked eyes at the center of the octagon, poised for an explosion of chaos. The crowd’s thunderous cheers reverberated through the arena, igniting the atmosphere with electric intensity. Flynn launched the opening salvo, her fists becoming guided missiles that tore through the air, but they found no target. Lennox, a relentless force of nature, countered with a storm of punches that forced Flynn to reconsider her tactics.

In the blink of an eye, Flynn unleashed a wild left hand, but Lennox, the cunning strategist, effortlessly deflected it. Then, like dynamite, Lennox’s right hand detonated on Flynn’s jaw, sending her reeling. Lennox’s hook was a work of art, and Flynn’s balance betrayed her, causing her to crash to the canvas in a pit of despair.

The crowd erupted in shock and awe. Lennox stood tall, while Flynn clung to consciousness, determined to defend herself. Lennox aimed a punishing kick at Flynn’s thigh, seeking to add to her torment, but Flynn, displaying unyielding resilience, met it with defiance. Lennox launched another attack on Flynn’s exposed thigh, but Flynn held her ground. In a moment of vulnerability, Lennox allowed an opening, and like a vulture honing in on wounded prey, Flynn lunged to capitalize, only for Lennox to thwart her attempt with a swift upkick.

Once more, Lennox aimed for Flynn’s thigh, and Flynn met it with an impenetrable shield. The two fighters engaged in a grim chess match, their every move laden with tension. Lennox, showing a touch of sportsmanship, took a step back, granting Flynn an opportunity to rise. Back on their feet, they circled each other like gladiators of old, the intensity reaching a fever pitch.

Lennox unleashed a looping right hand, but Flynn evaded it with a graceful jump and countered with a lightning-quick jab that found its mark, drawing a crimson streak across Lennox’s face. The crowd erupted in a chorus of excitement. Flynn’s next punch was deflected, but Lennox, undeterred and with a crimson mask forming, delivered a furious hook that crashed into Flynn’s chin like a wrecking ball. Flynn’s legs trembled, and she collapsed to the mat once more.

Lennox, a towering figure over her fallen adversary, thwarted Flynn’s attempts to rise. Flynn blocked another of Lennox’s kicks, refusing to yield. With sheer determination, she clawed her way back to her feet, a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

Undaunted, Flynn unleashed a brilliant combination, her punches flowing like a torrent, but Lennox, a master of head and footwork, gracefully evaded each blow, like a matador toying with a bull. Flynn attempted to corner Lennox with a barrage of punches, but the cunning champion danced out of harm’s way and retaliated with a counterattack that grazed Flynn’s arm, a stark reminder of the cost of a single misstep.

Lennox took a moment to catch her breath, but Flynn pressed the attack, swinging for the fences. Lennox backpedaled, creating a chasm of space between them. Flynn showcased her agility, bobbing and weaving, her movements elusive and unpredictable. Lennox’s left hook fell short, and Flynn, seizing the moment, countered with a punch that found its target.

Sensing the need to regroup, Lennox stepped back, briefly extinguishing the flames of their battle. Then, with precision, Lennox launched a jab that struck Flynn’s chest. She refused to relent, bombarding Flynn with a relentless storm of punches, a tempest threatening to consume her. As the horn sounded, signaling the end of a round filled with thunderous exchanges, the referee intervened to separate the fighters. The crowd, perched on the edge of their seats, had witnessed a one-sided spectacle dominated by Lennox, and a battle of unyielding will from Flynn that left them clamoring for more.

Lennox and Flynn surged ahead, the battlefield alive with relentless fury, the crowd holding its breath, bracing for another electrifying clash. Redd wasted no time, unleashing a brutal shovel hook that slammed into Flynn’s jaw like a lightning strike. Flynn’s cheek ballooned as pain coursed through it, swelling like an allergic reaction to a barrage of knuckle punches. In her signature unorthodox style, Flynn retaliated with a thunderous punch, crashing into Lennox’s torso like a divine bolt, momentarily halting her relentless advance. The two fighters prowled each other like savage predators, their eyes locking in a deadly, primal standoff.

Flynn’s punch whizzed perilously close to Lennox, a stark reminder of the razor-thin line between victory and defeat. Then, in a whirlwind of furious fists, they engaged in a wild exchange, punches unleashed with reckless abandon, mirroring gunslingers in a dusty, high-noon showdown. Flynn gambled with a calculated kick, but Lennox effortlessly deflected it. Flynn resorted to a lightning-fast jab, yet it lacked the venom to disrupt Lennox’s unwavering defense. Lennox responded with a relentless barrage of punches, seeking to exploit Flynn’s brief lapse, but Flynn danced away, dodging the tempest.

Lennox, a maestro of deception, craftily baited Flynn in before launching a flawless uppercut that connected with Flynn’s chin like a cataclysmic sledgehammer. Flynn, a paragon of resilience, shook it off and retaliated with a straight left hand, but Lennox slipped through her guard like a ghost. Flynn, now finding her rhythm, unleashed a volley of jabs, probing Lennox’s defenses with relentless determination. Lennox, never one to yield, countered with punches of her own. The arena resonated with the thunderous symphony of leather meeting flesh, a testament to the modern-day warriors testing each other’s indomitable spirit.

Lennox ventured a body hook, a blow that promised thunderous devastation, but Flynn showcased her agility, eluding it with graceful finesse. Seizing the moment, Flynn sought to grapple and assert her dominance, but Lennox, as elusive as an eel, swiftly retreated, leaving Flynn grasping at empty air. Lennox hurled a swift hook, striking Flynn’s cheek with unerring precision. Once more, Flynn attempted to bridge the gap and grapple, executing a dazzling maneuver to secure a single collar tie, yet Lennox, averse to close quarters, ducked and danced away, leaving Flynn clutching at mere shadows.

Flynn persisted with her probing jabs, but Lennox responded with a relentless onslaught of punches that hammered like titanic bolts. Flynn countered with a left hook that barely grazed Lennox’s chin. Lennox then unleashed a looping right hand, forcing Flynn to backpedal, but she pressed on relentlessly, a tempestuous storm of jabs and crosses, each blow carrying the weight of impending doom. Flynn’s counterattacks were swift, yet Lennox’s defense was an impenetrable fortress. The arena bore witness to their mastery, punches exchanged in a violent maelstrom of power and precision.

Flynn launched a devastating haymaker, but Lennox evaded it with graceful ease. Seizing the opportunity, she unleashed a rapid flurry of punches, relentless as a hurricane. Flynn feinted, then delivered another thunderous uppercut, but Lennox deftly blocked it with her forearms. The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, a testament to the fighters’ skill and unyielding determination.

Flynn pursued Lennox with unwavering ferocity, launching a relentless onslaught of strikes, yet Lennox danced backward, navigating the storm to avoid danger. Several body shots landed on Lennox just as the horn signaled the end of another heart-pounding round. Dusty Whittaker ordered the fighters to their respective corners. The crowd, electrified and on the edge of their seats, understood they were witnessing an extraordinary battle, a clash of warriors pushing themselves beyond the limits of human endurance.

As the third round began, Flynn and Lennox were locked in a tumultuous battle of attrition, their bodies marked by the war they had waged. Flynn, displaying quick footwork, managed to evade several body shots, dancing away from Lennox’s attempts to wear her down. Lennox faltered for a moment, and Flynn leaned forward with a determination to grapple, but Lennox ducked the attempt. Flynn countered with a quick hook that grazed off Lennox’s arms, and Lennox retaliated with a right hand that rocked Flynn, sending her stumbling backward.

In a wild exchange, fists flew like a furious storm, both fighters landing blows, but lacking the steam to inflict serious damage. Flynn, relentless as ever, launched a kick, but Lennox ducked out of harm’s way and countered with a hook that landed flush. Lennox continued to unleash a barrage of punches, her relentless assault putting Flynn in jeopardy. Flynn, with her back against the cage, decided to throw tentative punches, but Lennox proved the superior striker in this brief exchange.

A right hand from Lennox missed its target, and Flynn countered with a flurry of punches. The crowd roared as Lennox threw jabs that were met with Flynn’s punches. Lennox faked a move, luring Flynn into her trap, before launching a precise uppercut that landed on Flynn’s chin. In the midst of the chaos, Flynn and Lennox continued to circle each other. Flynn executed a beautiful one-two combination, scoring a hit that left a small cut on Lennox’s right cheek.

Lennox retaliated with a looping right hand, and Flynn jumped back and jabbed. Lennox, seemingly staggered, left herself exposed, and Flynn capitalized, unleashing a barrage of jabs and crosses that connected with precision. Flynn, showing her diverse skill set, aimed a hook at Lennox’s body, striking her ribs with bone-rattling force. Lennox, though, wasn’t one to back down, launching a body shot of her own. Flynn dodged it with agility and countered with a hard cross that left a mark on Lennox’s left cheek.

The two fighters engaged in yet another wild exchange of punches, the crowd on the edge of their seats. Lennox, sensing the urgency, unleashed a brilliant combination that forced Flynn to tighten her defense, realizing the gravity of the situation. Suddenly, Flynn spun around, surprising Lennox with a backfist that connected flush with her chin. Lennox led with a punch, but Flynn, displaying superb awareness, dodged it and countered, the crowd erupting in applause.

Lennox attempted a one-two combination, this time landing both shots with precision. Flynn, undeterred, decided to launch tentative punches. The two fighters engaged in a furious exchange, Flynn launching bombs in a desperate bid to secure victory. Lennox was not to be outdone, though. With tremendous power, she unleashed a Superman punch, a display of athleticism that sent shockwaves through the arena. A swift punch to Flynn’s torso went wide, but Lennox remained undeterred.

Flynn, determined to gain ground, stepped forward, only to be met with an uppercut from Lennox that snapped her head back. The referee intervened as the horn sounded, signaling the end of this thrilling round. The fighters separated, leaving the crowd in awe as they head into Championship rounds.

The fourth chapter of this fight ignited like a powder keg as Redd Lennox launched a crisp one-two combination that found its mark, the crowd roaring in approval. The fury in Lennox’s punches put Flynn on the back foot, a world of hurt etched across her face. Redd Lennox, refusing to back down, faked a move and unleashed a crafty uppercut, but CC Flynn, with precision, blocked it. A tentative exchange of punches followed, neither fighter gaining the upper hand, and CC Flynn retreated to regain her composure.

CC swung, but the attack was futile, the air the only thing her fists touched. Lennox, always looking for an opening, attempted to capitalize, clutching Flynn’s left leg in an attempt to take her down. Flynn, displaying remarkable balance, pushed Redd Lennox away, denying her advances. Lennox, recognizing the need to regroup, launched some tentative punches, but Flynn skillfully dodged the traffic, slipping away from danger. Flynn countered with a right hand, but it missed its mark, a testament to the elusive nature of this battle.

The two warriors exchanged blows wildly, the United Center resonating with the thunderous sound of fists meeting air. Flynn continued to showcase her agility, dodging several body shots. Flynn went for a looping right hand as Lennox jumped back and jabbed, but the attempt was futile, the punches finding nothing but empty space. Flynn executed a looping right hand, but as Redd Lennox stepped forward, Flynn feinted, disrupting her rhythm. Lennox remained relentless, sensing an opportunity. With a surprise roundhouse punch, Lennox connected, stunning Flynn long enough to freeze up. In the midst of this wild exchange of punches, Lennox gained the upper hand, landing several blows that left CC Flynn reeling. Flynn, displaying her determination, fought back and countered with an uppercut that landed solidly, bruising Redd Lennox’s right eye. The momentum shifted once more.

CC Flynn faked a move and launched another uppercut, connecting with Lennox’s chin. Lennox measured Flynn with her jab, but Flynn remained unfazed, refusing to back down. Lennox launched a hook to the body, and CC, displaying agility, moved aside, searching for a counter. However, Flynn’s attempt was poorly executed, and Redd looked to capitalize, launching a beautiful uppercut that CC managed to block with ease. Redd aimed to cut off CC with punches, but CC displayed her agility, eluding the trap. CC stumbled in her counterattack, allowing Redd to fight back with vigor. Redd faked a move and unleashed another uppercut, but CC blocked it with ease, making it look effortless. The fight continued with Redd launching a kick, but CC avoided it, countering with a hook that landed flush. Flynn’s resilience was evident as she unleashed a furious flurry of punches that put Redd in a world of hurt. 

Flynn threw an uppercut, but Redd slipped it. Redd once again sought to capitalize on Flynn’s misstep, but this time, she attempted a takedown. CC Flynn was caught off balance and hit the ground. Redd seized the opportunity, mounting Flynn in side control. She looked to transition to full mount, but Flynn, quick on her feet, took advantage of Lennox’s overcommitment, trapping her in full guard. With the horn sounding, the fighters were separated, the battle momentarily paused, the crowd left eagerly awaiting the next chapter in this epic showdown.

As the final round unfolded, Flynn and Lennox stepped into the center of the cage, knowing that every move they made could determine the outcome. Flynn wasted no time, throwing a solid uppercut that landed squarely on Lennox’s chin, the impact reverberating through the arena. A bone-shattering straight left hand followed, and Lennox would undoubtedly have a massive headache after that blow. Flynn, determined to maintain control, moved forward, but Redd was not to be underestimated. With impeccable timing, Lennox caught Flynn with a devastating uppercut to the face.

Flynn, seeking to take the fight into her preferred territory, attempted to grapple, securing a double underhooks position to push Lennox forward. However, Lennox had other plans, pushing Flynn to maintain the distance. Still, Flynn clung to the clinch, refusing to relent. Redd pushed Flynn again, asserting her preference for striking range. Flynn stumbled backward, allowing Lennox to reclaim the center of the cage.

Lennox unleashed a bone-shattering straight right hand, but Flynn, displaying remarkable reflexes, ducked under it, narrowly escaping danger. A solid shot to the body followed from Lennox, but Flynn blocked it in the nick of time. Lennox briefly lost her rhythm, and Flynn seized the opportunity, countering with an uppercut that landed flush, leaving Lennox momentarily stunned. A right hand from Lennox, a glimmer of her earlier brilliance, took Flynn by surprise, reminding the crowd that this battle was far from over. Flynn retaliated with a well-placed punch that tagged Lennox.

A shovel hook from Redd went awry, her attempt to land a crushing blow thwarted. Flynn capitalized on Lennox’s misstep, countering with precision. Lennox attempted a takedown, but Flynn was prepared, shrugging off the attempt effortlessly. Lennox threw a lazy kick, but Flynn, with the grace of a ballet dancer, dodged it and countered with an uppercut that seemed to send Lennox soaring into orbit. The crowd gasped as Flynn’s uppercut nearly ended the fight, but Lennox, displaying remarkable resilience, remained on her feet.

Flynn, showing no mercy, missed a step, giving Lennox an opportunity to counter, but her right hand was deflected. The two fighters engaged in a wild exchange, Flynn connecting with a few punches that showed she still had fight left in her. Lennox, exhibiting deft footwork, sidestepped an attack from Flynn, the arena buzzing with anticipation. Flynn threw a combination, but Lennox’s response fell short, the fighters engaged in a contest of precision and resilience.

Flynn missed a step once more, and Lennox sought to exploit the opening, launching a right hand that found its mark. Lennox and Flynn traded blows, the latter connecting with punches that sent Lennox staggering backward. Flynn sensed an opportunity to finish the fight and continued launching bombs, leaving a laceration on Lennox’s right eye. Lennox, showing her unwavering spirit, threw a looping right hand as Flynn jumped back and jabbed. Flynn took advantage of Lennox’s momentary vulnerability, landing a series of jabs and crosses that left Lennox reeling. Hard blows to Lennox’s midsection hinted at the pain she was enduring.

Flynn’s punches grazed Lennox’s left cheek, marking it with a scrape. Lennox’s movements grew less coordinated, a sign of the grueling battle they had waged. Flynn unleashed a one-two combination that scored, further disorienting Lennox, whose movements became increasingly sluggish. The crowd watched with bated breath as Flynn’s tremendous strikes landed with thunderous force, leaving Lennox in trouble. The final seconds of the round were a whirlwind of action, with Flynn relentlessly pursuing Lennox, who was saved by the bell. The fighters had pushed each other to the brink, and Dusty Whittaker jumped in, separating them as the bout went the distance.

Both warriors stagger to their corners, their hands clutching the top of the fence, and they hunch over, desperately gasping for precious air. With the suspense thick in the air, the Ringside Physicians, in adherence to their stringent protocols, cautiously make their way to each corner. Tension fills the arena as fans hold their breath, wondering if this battle has taken an irreversible toll. After a fleeting moment of evaluation, the doctors exit the cage, their expressions giving nothing away. The fighters then regroup at the center of the octagon, ready for the climactic reveal of the official decision.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, after five rounds, we go to the judges’ scorecards for a decision. The judges score this contest 48-47, 48-47, and 47-47, declaring your winner by majority decision, AAAAAND NEEEEEW Union Grand Prix Bantamweight Champion of the World, “Supastar” CC Flynn!”

As Mike Dempsey’s voice echoed through the arena, CC Flynn stood triumphant, her hand thrusted into the air by the referee signaling the victory for the battle-hardened nomad that she was. It was a moment for the history books. Union GP Founder Dante Reed approached, draping the championship belt around her waist, the weight of glory resting on her, giving her a quick congratulatory tap on her shoulders as they made eye contact.

But what happened next would send stunning shockwaves through the crowd. Flynn and her fierce opponent, Redd Lennox, locked in a surprising embrace, a rare display of sportsmanship that left the audience in awe. The two combatants eventually separated, each heading towards their respective cornermen, while the commentators dissected the thrilling fight. As their voices painted the picture of the clash, a graphic appeared onto the screen, breaking down the epic fight’s statistics.

JUDGE OTTO LANE
Redd Lennox  10 10 9 9 9: 47
CC Flynn  9 9 10 10 10: 48

JUDGE FRANK PEARCE
Redd Lennox  10 10 9 9 9: 47
CC Flynn  8 9 10 10 10: 47

JUDGE JAMIE STANTON
Redd Lennox  10 9 10 9 9: 47
CC Flynn  9 10 9 10 10: 48

Winner: CC Flynn by Majority Decision 

Statistics: Redd Lennox
Punches 86/148 (58%)
Kicks 0/5 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 1/2 (50%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 24 s

Statistics: CC Flynn
Punches 112/192 (58%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 113 s

The arena is still buzzing with excitement as Bodie Sullivan, the mainstay commentator and interviewer, stands in the center of the octagon. The bright lights overhead illuminate the victorious “Supastar” CC Flynn, who stands there with her Union GP Bantamweight Championship belt slung over her shoulder. The crowd’s cheers are deafening, and the atmosphere is electric. Flynn is breathing heavily, her face displaying the wear and tear of a grueling five-round battle. But her eyes are full of fire as she locks onto Bodie for the interview.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with the winner AND NEW Union GP Bantamweight Champion, “Supastar” CC Flynn! What a battle, Supa! Tell me, how are you feeling right now?”

CC FLYNN: “Big Bodie, I feel how I look right now, like a damn legend! You see this strap right here? This shiny piece of gold? Mashallah, Its under the ownership of The Mother Fucking Supastar now, and there ain’t a damn thing anyone can do about it!”

The crowd erupts as CC Flynn proudly displays her championship belt to the camera. She then turns her attention back to Bodie.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “You know, CC, you’ve been known for your trash talk, but tonight, once those cage doors closed, it seemed like you had a different level of respect for Redd Lennox. Can you tell us about that?”

CC FLYNN: “You’re damn right, Bodie. I run my mouth. A lot. But I give up respect when it’s earned for real for real. So, Redd Lennox, you a tough bitch, you earned my respect tonight. Wallahi. We went five rounds in there, and I got popped. I won’t even lie to you. I felt every damn shot she threw. She got heart. Redd got something not a lot of fighters got these days. She gone do crazy shit while she here, no doubt about it, but let’s be fucking for real — she stepped into the cage with ‘Supastar’ CC Flynn, the face of Union GP, and I proved once again that it doesn’t matter who steps up, I’ll fight ’em head on!”

The crowd roars in agreement, acknowledging CC’s undeniable dominance in the cage.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Speaking of stepping up, what’s next for the Bantamweight Champion? Who do you want to face in your first title defense?”

CC FLYNN: “Well, Bodie, I’ve been talking to my team at the Twenty-Six, and we thinking about a DRIP card for my first title defense. Haaaaa… I told you already. My face all over Battleground. Might as well put some eyes there. You know I love to bring that Supa style! Anybody. Anywhere. Anytime. If these 135’ers wanna play grabass with each other and shit, I’ve been hearing some talk about an Openweight throwdown between me and Latti Ice — Gauge Lattimore. That’s been in the making for a while, and we know that’s a record breaking fight right there!”

The crowd’s excitement builds as CC hints at a potential clash with the Heavyweight Champion, a matchup fans have been eagerly anticipating.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And it doesn’t stop there, does it?”

CC FLYNN: “Fuck no! It’s been some washed up, played out, retired ‘legends’ running they mouths too! Tell them to spin the fucking block then! Delaney Donovan, Marissa ‘Murder Queef’ Kanennsson, Jason Jackson, if you ever decide to stop being pussy and lace ’em up again, Big Soops is ready! I meeeeeaaan shit, if Cass Madrigal wants her ‘get back’ from that time I slapped her up in Everest, she knows where to find me. But, ultimately, it don’t matter who next in line as long as the money’s right. I’m all about that mother fucking bag!”

The crowd explodes with cheers and applause, loving CC Flynn’s bold and fearless attitude.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Before we wrap this up, CC, any final words for your fans and anyone who doubted you?”

CC FLYNN: “First and foremost, Alhamdulillah. And I gotta shout out  Baby and the whole Clique at Prodigy 206. Without them, ain’t no telling where I’d be at. To my fans, I rock with you heavy. Keep riding with the ‘Supastar,’ cuz I’m here to stay, and we gone keep making history in this cage. To the haters, well, EAT MY DICK! Keep doubting, cuz I feed off that shit! ‘Supastar’ CC Flynn, the face of Union GP, no — the face of MMA! Union, Ryūjin, or Everest. Championships everywhere I go, Main Events wherever I go, and I ain’t gonna stop!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Once again, give it up for the new Union Grand Prix Bantamweight Champion, CC FLYNN!”

The crowd’s cheers reach a fever pitch as CC Flynn raises her championship belt high above her head. The atmosphere in the arena is electric as the interview ends with a triumphant CC Flynn basking in the glory of her Main Event Championship victory. The camera feed inched backward, revealing an arena pulsing with an animated audience. A wave of camera flashes ignited the arena as the feed slowly faded. The Battleground Network emblem blazed onto the screen, the last graphic to fire off before this night’s stream drew to a close.