UGP 52: FLYNN vs AZEVEDO
ROUND ONE: The crowd is on their feet as the bell chimed, signaling the start of this highly anticipated Lightweight clash. Peterson danced on her toes, while Gordon, stoic and composed, emanated controlled power. They circled, measuring each other’s distance with a coiled tension ready to unload. Peterson unleashed her Muay Thai prowess, crisp jabs followed by thunderous low kicks. Gordon retaliated swiftly, his kickboxing finesse evident in his precise strikes. The canvas became a battleground with each exchange lighting up the arena. Peterson’s fluid combinations clashed against Gordon’s measured aggression. As the round progressed, Gordon found his range, landing a series of impactful strikes. His cross-hook combinations echoed through the building, earning him a slight edge. Yet, Peterson, relentless and unwavering, countered with ferocity, showcasing her Dutch Kickboxing flair. The horn signaled the end of the first frame, both fighters wearing the marks of an intense round as they head back to their corners.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Gordon
ROUND TWO: Peterson emerged in the second round with renewed vigor, channeling her inner fire. Her movements grew more calculated, her strikes honed with precision. Gordon, however, refused to yield an inch, meeting Peterson’s onslaught head-on with his arsenal of kicks and punches. The octagon transformed into a canvas of warfare, each strike was a clash of power and finesse. Peterson’s Muay Thai clinch work allowed her to land devastating knees, while Gordon’s fluid footwork ensured he danced out of danger, countering with lightning-fast combinations. Toward the end of the round, Peterson’s strategy paid dividends. She landed a barrage of strikes, finding chinks in Gordon’s defense. Her calculated aggression turned the tide, seemingly earning her the favor of the judges as she imposed her will, seizing control of the round.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Peterson (19-19 Push)
ROUND THREE: With the fight hanging in the balance, both fighters entered the final round with determination etched on their faces. Peterson, driven by the desire to break her losing streak, unleashed a storm of strikes. Gordon, undeterred, responded in kind, showcasing his kickboxing mastery. The round intensified with each passing second, the pace relentless. Peterson dug deep into her reserves, pushing forward with a relentless barrage of kicks and punches. Gordon, equally resilient, countered with precision and timing, refusing to concede an inch. As the final seconds ticked away, Peterson’s grit and determination shone through. Her flurry of strikes in the closing moments left a lasting impression. She was confident in securing her a hard-fought victory in this exhilarating showdown.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Peterson (29-28 Peterson)
JUDGES’ SCORECARDS
Abbie Peterson 9 10 10: 29
Christopher Gordon 10 9 9: 28
Abbie Peterson 9 10 10: 29
Christopher Gordon 10 9 9: 28
Abbie Peterson 9 10 10: 29
Christopher Gordon 10 9 9: 28
Winner: Abbie Peterson by Unanimous Decision
Statistics: Abbie Peterson
Punches 70/130 (54%)
Kicks 45/60 (75%)
Clinch strikes 25/35 (71%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 3/4 (75%)
Time on the ground 0 s
Statistics: Christopher Gordon
Punches 80/120 (67%)
Kicks 55/70 (79%)
Clinch strikes 10/30 (33%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/3 (33%)
Time on the ground 0 s
ROUND ONE: The opening bell tolled, and the fighters exploded into action. Marshall, with her freestyle wrestling prowess, sought control early on, but Futaki, with his judo background, deftly countered each attempt with slick throws and calculated maneuvers. The crowd roared as they traded blows, each landing solid strikes, showcasing their diverse skill sets. The round progressed, and Marshall’s relentless pressure began to tell its tale. She closed the distance, forcing Futaki against the cage, where she utilized her wrestling to stifle his movements. Futaki, however, refused to yield, displaying his judo expertise with crafty reversals and escapes. The crowd was on their feet, witnessing a technical battle of styles unfold. Marshall, sensing the urgency, increased her tempo, pushing Futaki to the brink with a flurry of strikes, knees, and takedown attempts. With seconds left, she unleashed a barrage of punches, leaving Futaki feeling overwhelmed as the round concluded.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Marshall
ROUND TWO: The second round began with both fighters recalibrating their strategies. Marshall aimed to capitalize on her momentum. Futaki, determined to make a statement in his Union GP debut, showcased newfound resilience, countering Marshall’s advances with calculated precision. The exchanges were electrifying — Marshall looked to close the distance once again, but Futaki, displaying adaptive tactics, maintained his range. Marshall persisted, her tenacity unwavering, until she found an opening, swiftly executing a seamless takedown that sent Futaki crashing to the canvas. The crowd erupted as Marshall transitioned with fluidity, unleashing a barrage of ground and pound strikes. Futaki, valiantly attempting to defend, found himself overpowered by Marshall’s ferocity. The referee closely monitored the one-sided offense, and as Marshall’s strikes intensified, prompting Futaki to falter under the unrelenting assault, the referee intervened, waving off the fight to ensure Futaki’s safety.
Winner: Victoria Marshall by TKO (GnP) at 2:52 Round 2
Statistics: Victoria Marshall
Punches 42/72 (58%)
Kicks 12/18 (67%)
Clinch strikes 18/25 (72%)
Takedowns 3/6 (50%)
GnP strikes 32/45 (71%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 8/10 (80%)
Time on the ground 205 s
Statistics: Shunsuke Futaki
Punches 30/55 (55%)
Kicks 8/15 (53%)
Clinch strikes 7/20 (35%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 5/12 (42%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 4/8 (50%)
Time on the ground 205 s
ROUND ONE: The bell tolls, launching Harris and Mitsunari into action. The crowd roars, drowning out the buzzing anticipation. Catherine Harris steps in, embodying the wrestler’s tenacity, while Ryo Mitsunari bounces lightly on his feet, showcasing the crispness of his kickboxing. They meet at the center, exchanging jabs and leg kicks with laser-like precision. Harris absorbs Mitsunari’s strikes, measuring his rhythm, waiting for the opportunity. Mitsunari, with his graceful footwork, seeks to control the distance, peppering combinations that threaten to gain momentum. Harris, sensing Mitsunari’s comfort, shoots for a takedown, showcasing her wrestling prowess. But Mitsunari, ever vigilant, sprawls, denying the attempt. They disengage, back to the stand-up, where Harris transitions, unleashing her secondary arsenal—swift and calculated kicks that ripple through the air, finding their mark on Mitsunari’s frame. The round reaches its end, both fighters displaying their distinct styles—Harris standing strong, occasionally implementing her wrestling, while Mitsunari dances on the edge, fluidly maneuvering through strikes and counters. The horn blares, signaling the end of the first round, leaving the audience ravenous for more.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Mitsunari
ROUND TWO: As the second round commences, the intensity escalates. Harris adjusts, seeking to disrupt Mitsunari’s striking rhythm. She times her takedown attempts better, pressuring Mitsunari against the cage, displaying her grappling mastery. The rhythm of the bout swings back and forth, a battle of contrasting styles — Harris imposing her physicality, attempting to control the pace, while Mitsunari’s striking finesse remains a constant threat. The canvas bears witness to their exchanges — grappling struggles, calculated strikes, and the occasional surge that pushes the momentum toward one fighter or the other. Harris finds her range in the striking department, her kickboxing background shining through with crisp combinations. Mitsunari, ever the tactician, responds with calculated counters, creating moments of uncertainty. The round ends with both fighters having their moments of dominance, leaving the judges with a complex puzzle to decipher.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Harris (19-19 Push)
ROUND THREE: The final round unfolds with the air thick with uncertainty and excitement. Harris, determined and focused, continues to press forward, utilizing her striking to set up her wrestling. Mitsunari, aware of the urgency, showcases a seamless blend of striking and takedown defense, evading Harris’ attempts to bring the fight to her realm. The crowd erupts as Harris lands a thunderous kick, momentarily rocking Mitsunari. Sensing an opening, Harris intensifies her assault, unleashing a barrage of strikes. Mitsunari, weathering the storm, retaliates with precision, refusing to wilt under the pressure. As the seconds tick away, both fighters summon their reserves of energy, engaging in a frenetic exchange, each landing significant shots. Harris, determined to secure the victory, executes a crucial takedown, cementing her dominance in the final moments. The final horn echoes through the arena, concluding a captivating battle of contrasting styles, leaving the audience on their feet, mesmerized by the display of skill, strategy, and determination.
Isaac Cohen’s Scorecard (Unofficial): 10-9 Harris (29-28 Harris)
JUDGES’ SCORECARDS
Catherine Harris 10 10 10: 30
Ryo Mitsunari 9 9 9: 27
Catherine Harris 10 10 10: 30
Ryo Mitsunari 9 9 9: 27
Catherine Harris 10 10 10: 30
Ryo Mitsunari 9 9 9: 27
Winner: Catherine Harris by Unanimous Decision
Statistics: Catherine Harris
Punches 32/58 (55%)
Kicks 24/38 (63%)
Clinch strikes 9/12 (75%)
Takedowns 3/6 (50%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 4/5 (80%)
Time on the ground 107 s
Statistics: Ryo Mitsunari
Punches 28/50 (56%)
Kicks 22/36 (61%)
Clinch strikes 8/11 (73%)
Takedowns 0/2 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/3 (33%)
Time on the ground 107 s
The stream fades in from darkness as the roar of the crowd amplifies. The feed starts with a cinematic aerial view of the Madison Square Garden 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 feed pops up the poster for tonight’s card.
The drone camera, with a graceful turn, moves toward the cageside area, where the 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 cageside 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 World’s Most Famous Arena — Madison Square Garden, in New York City, and the octagon is officially open for business for UGP 52: FLYNN versus AZEVEDO! Hello everyone and thank you for tuning in for this epic night! I am Bodie Sullivan and of course joining me is the Hall of Fame Legend and the voice of all combat sports, “The Last Call” Byron McCall! Thank you all for tuning in for the Supercard finale of 2023!”
BYRON McCALL: “Bodie, it’s great to be here in this absolutely electric atmosphere! So much history has been made within these walls, it’s going to be a special night. We’re all still catching our breath from the action-packed prelims, and yet we’ve just scratched the surface. We’ve got a five fight main card up ahead, with two major title fights closing the show!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “That right, B-Mac! We will see the former Everest MMA Featherweight Champion, the former Ryūjin FC Champion, and now the reigning and defending Union GP Bantamweight Champion make her first 135-pound title defense against the former Title Challenger and world-class Jiu-Jitsu specialist, Isabel Azevedo in our Main Event for the night.”
BYRON McCALL: “This is arguably going to be the toughest challenge CC Flynn has faced in her career as far as a stylistic matchup. We know she is surgical with her striking, someone who can stand and bang with the best of them, but her kryptonite has been grapplers and wrestlers. In her final run in Everest MMA, we saw her go 0-3 against Catherine Harris, Sadie Williams, and Ciaran Callahan; all fantastic ground fighters. Isabel Azevedo is as good as it gets in that aspect. And let’s not forget. Izzi has shown that she can throw hands too!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “I would say it’s a safe bet that Supa will do everything in her power to keep the fight upright, whether she can do that for a possible twenty-five minutes though will be a big question answered at the end of the night. Speaking of standup fights, our Co-Main Event is one that we can expect to see nothing but fistic fireworks. Middleweight Champion Derrius Webb puts his title on the line against the fan favorite José Meléndez.”
BYRON McCALL: “I cannot wait to watch this one, Bodie. We got two guys who are phenomenal strikers that have absolutely no problems standing in the pocket and putting leather on you. These guys don’t know how to have a boring fight. I think it’s going to be an absolute barroom brawl. José Meléndez goes a hundred miles an hour from bell to bell, and we know he can stretch that pace for five rounds. However, for those out there that like to place some wagers on the fights, if you’re thinking of dropping some money on any prop bets for this fight, I take the under of this going the distance. I don’t believe this one sees all five rounds, someone is getting put away, and we’re all here for it!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “I think I’d have to agree with that statement, that’s about as safe of a bet as you could make. Moving on to the undercard, we’ve got a trio of matchups that could potentially shake things up at the top of their respective divisions. But let’s focus on our featured undercard bout first, a Heavyweight tilt between former Champion Kennard Rozier and the streaking Ardan Kelly. We heard the newly crowned Champion Viktor Volkov specifically call out Rozier after winning the title, so that certainly helps his case for a shot at the title with a win tonight. However, the Irishman possesses a skill set that Rozier has never dealt with before.”
BYRON McCALL: “Ardan Kelly is arguably the best Jiu-Jitsu practitioner in the Heavyweight Division. Seven of his twelve wins come by way of submission, which makes him a very unique contender in this weight class. He has just enough of a stand up striking game to set up the takedowns, and if he can secure the clinch, he’s also dangerous with throws, trips, and pulling guard. Of course, he’s gonna have to navigate through Rozier’s lethal power, which is a lot easier said than done. With all of that said, this is exactly the opponent Kelly needs to answer the question of whether or not he’s a legitimate threat to the Heavyweight Throne.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “No doubt about it, Kennard Rozier has made a name for himself and carved a lasting legacy with that touch of death. If Kelly can overcome that daunting task, it would certainly merit a title fight in his next outing. Staying in the division, we have another top tier Heavyweight bout between Dominic Donaldson and Benjamin Clarke. Donaldson is an Everest MMA SZN 3 runner-up and since being called up to Union, he’s gone a perfect 5-0. Tonight makes his sixth fight for the year, which makes him one of the most active fighters throughout 2023. He’s got a tough task against a guy that doesn’t have a lot of tape inside a Union GP cage. Benjamin Clarke was recently signed during a UK tour on an episode of DRIP. He made a big statement in his Union debut, securing a first round knockout in just over a minute.”
BYRON McCALL: “What we do know about Benjamin Clarke is that he’s a big guy with big power. He’s a former rugby star that has brought that grit to the cage. The word coming out from his camp is that he’s a guy that wants to fast track up the rankings. He wants the best opponents available. You gotta love someone with that mentality. He’s confident in himself and that’s the biggest battle outside of the cage.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “It’s like the saying goes, ‘doubts and fears are between your ears.’ Overcoming the mental aspect of this brutal sport is half the battle. Alright, and then finally our main card opener is a Middleweight clash between Eagle Mondalvi and Venus Sagapolutele, two dynamic strikers who have a lot more at stake than simply setting the tempo for the night.”
BYRON McCALL: “Eagle Mondalvi is coming off a tough loss against Derrius Webb for the Title at UGP 50. He’s looking to get back in the winner’s circle and restart that journey towards another crack at the Champ. Meanwhile, Venus Sagapolutele comes in tonight on a two fight win streak, and is looking to score a big signature win against a top tier opponent to solidify herself as a legitimate title contender. It’s a bit of a ‘prove it’ fight for these fighters, making it a must see bout.”
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!”
ROUND ONE: The Garden crackled with energy as the bell echoed. Mondalvi erupted from his corner, a barrage of jabs and crosses launched with unrelenting force. Each blow found its mark, tattooing Sagapolutele’s guard. Her resilience was tested early, absorbing punishment, yet her resolve remained unshaken. With a stoic determination, she weathered the storm, analyzing Mondalvi’s patterns amidst the onslaught. The round was in Mondalvi’s hands, his boxing mastery on full display. Sagapolutele’s grit and unwavering spirit kept her standing, her defenses gradually evolving. Though rocked, she discovered openings, responding with well-timed counters, initiating a few exchanges that showcased her striking brilliance. Mondalvi’s aggression was formidable, but Sagapolutele’s resilience hinted at a shift in momentum.
ROUND TWO: Both fighters emerged, their corners igniting a flame within them. Mondalvi, still brimming with confidence, sought to extend his dominance. Sagapolutele, however, had recalibrated her strategy, focusing on distancing and leveraging her superior kicks. The round stayed heated with a blend of savagery and finesse. Mondalvi, relentless as ever, pressed forward, boxing with ferocious intent. But Sagapolutele, now utilizing her leg kicks to maintain distance, began carving a path to control the fight. Her strikes landed with precision, thudding against Mondalvi’s legs, creating a visible toll on his movement and foundation. The pendulum swung, both fighters locked in a clash of calculated aggression and tactical defense. Mondalvi’s punches found less success as Sagapolutele’s timing and distance management hindered his advances. The round culminated in an intense exchange, leaving spectators on edge as the judges were tasked with dissecting a fiercely contested round.
ROUND THREE: The final round commenced with a crescendo of suspense. Mondalvi, still dangerous, attempted to resurrect his early dominance, yet Sagapolutele had found her rhythm. Her footwork mesmerized, evading Mondalvi’s assaults and countering with her own calculated strikes. The pace intensified, a struggle of brutality unfolding. Sagapolutele showcased her mastery of angles, her leg kicks finding their mark repeatedly. Mondalvi, sensing the bout slipping away, launched a desperate assault, seeking to regain control with barrages of hooks and uppercuts. Sagapolutele, however, weathered the storm, her counters gaining accuracy with great authority. As the final horn blew, both warriors stood as testaments to their craft, sweat and determination etched on their faces, awaiting the judges’ final verdict.
JUDGES’ SCORECARDS
Eagle Mondalvi 10 10 9: 29
Venus Sagapolutele 9 9 10: 28
Eagle Mondalvi 10 9 9: 28
Venus Sagapolutele 9 10 10: 29
Eagle Mondalvi 10 9 9: 28
Venus Sagapolutele 9 10 10: 29
Winner: Venus Sagapolutele by Split Decision
Statistics: Eagle Mondalvi
Punches 73/120 (61%)
Kicks 0/12 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s
Statistics: Venus Sagapolutele
Punches 42/85 (49%)
Kicks 28/42 (67%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s
ROUND ONE: The bell tolled, and the colossal clash began. Clarke bulldozed forward, unleashing thunderous hooks, aiming to crumble Donaldson’s defense. Donaldson, however, danced on his toes, his Muay Thai prowess evident in his calculated strikes. He maneuvered with fluidity, darting in and out, peppering Clarke with stinging leg kicks and swift jabs. The crowd roared as Clarke landed a massive overhand right, sending Donaldson staggering backward into the fence. Clarke seized the moment, pressing the advantage, pummeling with ferocious hooks. However, Donaldson weathered the storm long enough to hear the horn and see another round.
ROUND TWO: The tempo surged in the second frame. Clarke’s power punches continued to threaten, but Donaldson’s strategy unveiled its brilliance. Sensing an opportunity, he closed the distance, maneuvering Clarke against the cage. With a clinch as tight as a vise, Donaldson unleashed a barrage of knees that echoed through the arena. The crowd’s roar reached a crescendo as each knee found its mark, rattling Clarke’s willpower. Sweat and determination glistened on Donaldson’s face as he persisted, each strike chipping away at Clarke’s defenses. With a thunderous knee to the midsection, Clarke crumpled, gasping for air. The referee, keenly attentive to the unfolding drama, stepped in, signaling the end as Donaldson emerged victorious with a TKO finish. The crowd erupted in a cacophony of cheers and applause, acknowledging the exhilarating performance of both warriors. Donaldson, a picture of respect, extended a hand to Clarke, who accepted it with sportsmanlike grace.
Winner: Dominic Donaldson by TKO at 4:14 Round 2
Statistics: Dominic Donaldson
Punches 18/45 (40%)
Kicks 32/38 (84%)
Clinch strikes 25/30 (83%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 0 s
Statistics: Benjamin Clarke
Punches 30/70 (43%)
Kicks 10/15 (67%)
Clinch strikes 5/8 (63%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s
ROUND ONE: Rozier, a behemoth with the aura of a seasoned warrior, moved with calculated precision, his gloves up, anticipating the sweet spot to unload his heavy artillery. Across from him, Kelly exuded an air of calm, his gaze focused, portraying nothing but determination. The opening bell chimed, and the fight was on. Rozier took the center, his jab probing, dictating the distance, while Kelly, swift on his feet, circled, waiting for the opportune moment to close in. Rozier’s fists rumbled like thunder, threatening to end it all with every swing, yet Kelly slipped and weaved through the heavy traffic. As the round progressed, Kelly found his window of opportunity, diving for the takedown. Rozier sprawled, attempting to defend against Kelly’s world-class Jiu-Jitsu. On the canvas, the fight took a new shape. Kelly maneuvered skillfully, attempting submissions, but Rozier powered his way back to his feet. The round concluded amidst cheers and gasps, both fighters displaying their craft with flair. The judges scribbled their notes, the crowd already divided, a foretelling tale of the comparable skill set these two possess.
ROUND TWO: The second round ignited with a fervor matching the crowd’s mounting excitement. Rozier, recognizing the danger on the ground, aimed to keep the fight standing. He unleashed ferocious combinations, each strike showcasing his raw power, rattling Kelly’s defenses. Yet, the grappling stalwart remained unfazed, absorbing the blows with a stoic resilience. Midway through the round, the fight shifted gears. Kelly, seizing a momentary lapse in Rozier’s guard, clinched and executed a seamless takedown. The arena hushed as Kelly, a virtuoso on the mat, worked his magic. Submissions were teased, transitions executed with surgical precision, but Rozier somehow thwarted every attempt, weathering the storm, eventually scrambling back to his feet. The pace was relentless, the momentum swinging like a pendulum. Cheers erupted for each fighter’s moments of dominance, the crowd’s roar pulsating through the arena. As the round drew to a close, both modern day warriors wore the marks of battle as they headed back to their corners.
ROUND THREE: The final round dawned with an air of uncertainty. Both corners urged their fighters on, knowing the fight lay on a razor’s edge. Rozier stepped forward, seeking to impose his will once more. Kelly, courageous and composed, met him head-on, refusing to yield an inch. Rozier’s punches thundered, threatening to crumble his opponent, while Kelly’s grappling wizardry continued to test the heavyweight’s resilience. With seconds ticking away, Kelly found himself in a dominant position, controlling Rozier on the canvas, threatening with a submission that seemed destined to secure victory. The final bell tolled, signaling the end of an enthralling battle. With both fighters exhausted, they embraced in a show of mutual respect.
JUDGES’ SCORECARDS
Kennard Rozier 10 10 9: 29
Ardan Kelly 9 9 10: 28
Kennard Rozier 10 9 10: 29
Ardan Kelly 9 10 9: 28
Kennard Rozier 9 10 10: 29
Ardan Kelly 10 9 9: 28
Winner: Kennard Rozier by Unanimous Decision
Statistics: Kennard Rozier
Punches 80/120 (67%)
Kicks 25/35 (71%)
Clinch strikes 10/15 (67%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 5/10 (50%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 210 s
Statistics: Ardan Kelly
Punches 55/80 (69%)
Kicks 15/20 (75%)
Clinch strikes 5/10 (50%)
Takedowns 4/4 (100%)
GnP strikes 2/5 (40%)
Submissions 1/3 (33%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 210 s
♫
EAT THE WORM MOTHERFUCKER
TEQUILA SPICE, HOT NICE
FEELING RIGHT, SIPPING ON JOSE CUERVO
DOWN IN TIJUANA, MEXICO
♫
As the beats of “Tequila Sunrise” by Cypress Hill pulse through the arena, the atmosphere booms with excitement. The Garden erupts into a symphony of cheers and flashing lights, setting the stage for the entrance of José Meléndez.
The arena dims, shrouding the octagon in an aura of suspense. A solitary spotlight pierces the darkness, illuminating the entrance ramp. Smoke billows from the floor, swirling and dancing in rhythm to the music. Suddenly, strobe lights ignite, pulsating with the beat.
Amidst the anticipation, José Meléndez emerges, his silhouette casting an energetic presence against the vibrant spectacle. Dressed in his custom-tailored BST Fightwear gear, he strides confidently with his cornermen, absorbing the energy from the crowd.
As he approaches the edge of the octagon, a team of officials and assistants awaits as he disrobes. After embracing his cornermen, the officials meticulously inspect him from head to toe, ensuring everything adheres to the stringent standards of the sport. They carefully check his gloves, ensuring they’re securely fastened, and inspect his body, ensuring no unfair advantage is gained. Meanwhile, José remains composed, his expression locked in a stoic manner.
As the inspection concludes, the arena booms with the thunderous roar of the crowd. José stands at the threshold of the octagon, a vision of focused intensity, absorbing the energy of the moment. With a nod to his corner, he steps through the cage door, entering the hallowed space of combat. In that moment, under the glare of the lights and amidst the symphony of sound, Meléndez embodies the essence of a warrior, poised to unleash his skill and determination in pursuit of ultimate glory.
The deafening sound of gunfire erupts throughout the arena, its echoes reverberating against the walls as the lights abruptly fade into darkness.
♫
OKAY, I’M RELOADED!!!
YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, THINK YOU BIG TIME?
FUCKIN WITH SPYDA, YOU GON’ DIE, BIG TIME!
HERE COME THE PAIN!
♫
As the lyrics of “Brooklyn’s Finest” by Jay-Z and The Notorious BIG boom through the loud speakers, the lights burst forth, illuminating the arena with a blinding radiance. All eyes are locked on the figure emerging from the depths of the backstage area, casting an ethereal glow on his every move. Derrius Webb, the prodigal son of Brooklyn, steps into the spotlight, bathing in the warm embrace of his hometown’s adoration. The collective roar of the crowd engulfs him, washing away any doubts and fueling the fire within.
With committed eyes fixed solely upon the imposing steel cage positioned at the center of the arena, Derrius showcases a look of unyielding courage etched onto his visage. Every muscle in his chiseled frame tenses. Despite the waves of jubilation crashing upon his senses, he remains steadfast.
Derrius marches towards destiny with his entourage of teammates, most notably his trusted head coach Roscoe Robinson, trailing close behind. Their presence, a symbol of camaraderie and unwavering support, stands as a testament to the arduous journey that has led them to this moment.
Reaching the cageside area, a brief pause ensues, allowing Roscoe to meticulously inspect Derrius’ gloves, ensuring every detail is perfect 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 away, Derrius confronts the cutman for inspection. An air of 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 steps foot 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 New York State Athletic Commission, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Paulie Rollins, Mario Benetti, and Gracie Fraser, 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 Madison Square Garden in New York, 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 Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of ten wins, four losses. He stands 5’9” tall, and weighing in at 185 pounds. He is from San Diego, California — presenting the number two ranked Middleweight Contender in the World, “Gas Tank” José Meléndez!”
MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of seventeen wins, four losses. He stands 6’4” tall, and weighing in at 185 pounds. He is from Brooklyn, New York by way of Atlante, Georgia, fighting out of The Hit Squad — presenting the former three-time Everest MMA Welterweight Champion and THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion of the World, Derrius “Spyda” Webb!”
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 Dusty Whittaker gives one final pep talk.
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 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, Dusty Whittaker checks off with each fighter one last time, ensuring they are both ready for the challenge that lies ahead.
ROUND ONE: The electricity crackles within Madison Square Garden, a storm of energy awaiting the explosion of action in this Middleweight Title bout. Webb enters the cage, his Brooklyn roots etching him as a hometown hero. The crowd roars, urging their favorite son forward. Opposite him, the challenger Meléndez, an adept striker known for his lightning-fast kicks and relentless pressure, exudes confidence. As the bell clangs, the fighters collide in a dance of aggression and precision. Meléndez launches into a flurry of lightning-fast kicks, peppering Webb’s guard. Webb, unyielding, counters with thunderous punches that resonate through the arena. The crowd surges with each exchange, echoing their appreciation for the explosive start. Webb, with a calculated approach, utilizes his reach advantage, keeping Meléndez at bay with a snappy jab. Meléndez refuses to relent, though, pressing forward with an arsenal of spinning back kicks and punishing leg strikes. The round culminates in a crescendo of action, both fighters landing significant blows, leaving the judges with a puzzle in deciphering the winner of the round.
ROUND TWO: The pace intensifies as both warriors acknowledge the stakes, unleashing a combination of technique and ferocity. Webb, encouraged by the hometown crowd’s enthusiasm, presses forward with calculated aggression, firing off combinations that echo through the Garden. Meléndez, undeterred, counters with lightning-quick hooks and devastating low kicks. The crowd rises to their feet as the fighters engage in a breathtaking display of striking prowess. Meléndez finds success with a blistering head kick, causing Webb to momentarily stagger. Sensing an opportunity, Meléndez swarms forward, launching a barrage of strikes. But Webb, resilient and fueled by the cheers of his supporters, weathers the storm, finding his rhythm once more. The round draws to a close with both fighters displaying unwavering determination. The ebb and flow of the contest leaves the audience in a state of frenzied anticipation, eagerly awaiting the impending drama of the remainder of the fight.
ROUND THREE: The tension is heavy as the third round commences, the momentum swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Webb, sensing an opening, explodes into action with a thunderous head kick that lands flush on Meléndez’s temple. The challenger reels, wobbling against the cage, his equilibrium shattered. With the crowd roaring in unison, Webb seizes the moment, unleashing a flurry of strikes. Meléndez, valiant but visibly rocked, struggles to defend against the onslaught. The referee, keeping a watchful eye, steps in as Webb continues to rain down a series of punishing blows, ensuring the safety of the compromised challenger. The arena erupts as the referee calls off the fight, declaring Webb the victor, sending a wave of euphoria through the air. Webb, ecstatic amidst the deafening cheers of his hometown faithful, retains his Middleweight Championship in a thrilling, action-packed showdown. While Webb triumphantly embraces his cornermen, the medical team quickly enters the octagon to attend to Meléndez. After a brief examination, Meléndez is able to regain his footing and the physicians exit the cage, allowing both fighters to gather in the center of the octagon for the official announcement of the winner.
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Dusty Whittaker has called for a stop in this fight at three minutes one second in the third round, declaring your winner by technical knockout, AND STILL the undisputed Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion of the World, Derrius “Spyda” Webb!”
The audience erupts in applause as Webb is declared the winner and has the title wrapped around his waist by Union GP Founder Dante Reed. The two fighters exchange a respectful handshake before going their separate ways. The screen displays a graphic with the fight’s statistics and the commentators give a summary of the match.
Winner: Derrius Webb by TKO (Head Kick) at 3:01 Round 3
Statistics: Derrius Webb
Punches 82/145 (57%)
Kicks 35/48 (73%)
Clinch strikes 12/18 (67%)
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: José Meléndez
Punches 68/120 (57%)
Kicks 41/62 (66%)
Clinch strikes 10/16 (63%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 0 s
The deafening roar of the crowd echoed through the arena, the energy of fight still lingering in the air. Bodie Sullivan, the seasoned analyst, stood at the heart of the chaos, amidst the flashing lights and jubilant screams. Amidst the pandemonium, Derrius Webb emerged, his team enveloping him in a whirlwind of celebration. Roscoe Robinson, with the grace of a big brother mentor, bestowed the gleaming Middleweight Championship upon Derrius’ shoulders as Bodie swooped in to get a word.
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the winner AND STILL Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion! Derrius, congratulations on another unbelievable performance! This now makes your second successful title defense, tell us how you’re feeling right now.”
DERRIUS WEBB: “New York… you know I just had to represent for you all here tonight, bo.”
He draws cheers from the crowd.
DERRIUS WEBB: “I spent my childhood thirty minutes from here before my ma moved us down to ATL. I’ve always remembered growing up here, though. I’ve always considered this to be my true home which makes you all fam.”
Derrius repositions the championship to his other shoulder.
DERRIUS WEBB: “Every single person who came out here to support me tonight, we all fam and I appreciate each and every single one of you. Tonight is just my second title defense of many more to come and you all get to witness firsthand history in the making. Whether they count it or not, the win streak in UGP is eleven and last I checked… UGP was signing my checks even when I was building my name in Everest.”
Derrius pauses for a moment.
DERRIUS WEBB: “… but that don’t count, right?”
He asked the crowd but turned his attention directly to the camera.
DERRIUS WEBB: “Bet. Real recognize real and you gon’ recognize me one way or another, whether you like it or not. I already have the record but I’ll play by your rules and break it again by your standards.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “You close the year with a big win. Two title defenses, 7-0 in Union, and as you said, you’ve won eleven straight now dating back to Everest. What’s next for Spyda and how soon are you looking to get back in action?”
DERRIUS WEBB: “I just want to fight whoever and whenever. My stock ain’t rising sitting on the sidelines so throw me out there more and let me do my thing. I don’t care who it is. Put me out there every single month until you can’t stand on my own.”
The crowd’s booming reaction causes Derrius to stop in his tracks. He takes in the roaring cheers for a few extra seconds before speaking again.
DERRIUS WEBB: “You step into the cage with me and come for what’s mine? That’s a wrap, you leaving beat down and empty handed. You want it? Come see me.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “You heard it here, folks! Give it up for your Middleweight Champion, Derrius Webb!”
As Derrius soaked in the applause, his eyes blazed with the fire of a true warrior. The cameras continued to flash, capturing the essence of a man destined for historic greatness, leaving the arena reverberating with the promise of more thrilling battles yet to come.
♫
WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY BLOOD
WITH EVERY BREATH IN MY LUNGS
WON’T STOP UNTIL I’M PHENOMENAL
♫
The lights cut out in the arena, replaced by swirling greens and yellows, with a single spotlight shining straight on the entrance curtain. One by one, the cornermen for the challenger for the Bantamweight Championship emerge first, then it’s Isabel herself who pushes past the curtain — to the sound of a very atypical outpouring of mixed reactions. Azevedo remains focused on the task at hand, knowing she’s in hostile territory as she makes her march down to the cage.
Izzi wastes no time making her way to the cageside area, peeling off her BST Fightwear warm up gear and passing it off to her teammates before embracing each one. The last of her cornermen keeps a hold of Izzi for a little longer than the rest, giving her a last second pep talk before she’s released to get inspected. Once cleared, Izzi shuffles up the steps to the cage, stopping at the door for just a moment. Her eyes close as she takes a couple deep breaths, then they snap open and she all but sprints across the length of the cage, shuffling her way to her corner.
♫
ALL THROUGH THE HOOD I KEEP HEARIN’ NIGGAS SAYIN’
I’M SUPPOSED TO DIE TONIGHT
NIGGAS DONE PUT A HIT OUT AND THEY TALKIN’ LIKE THE SHIT OKAY
I’M GONNA RIDE TONIGHT
WE ROLLIN’, WHIP STOLEN, AK LOADED
I’M GONNA RIDE TONIGHT
WE SMOKIN’, STRAIGHT LOC’N, LOCKIN’ LOADIN’
SOMEBODY GON’ DIE TONIGHT
♫
As the beat of “I’m Supposed to Die Tonight” by 50 Cent electrifies Madison Square Garden, a hush falls over the crowd. The arena erupts in a cosmic storm of neon lights, swirling in rhythm with the music, casting a mesmerizing glow across the octagon.
Draped in a Gi adorned with the vibrant colors of Brazil, CC Flynn flaunts her audacity, a deliberate dig to her opponent. With each step, she exudes an air of invincibility, her swagger an embodiment of her Harlem roots, a magnet for both adoration and disdain.
Her entourage, clad in matching attire, moves around her like satellites orbiting a dominant force. CC’s gaze pierces through the veil of lights, fixating on her adversary with a calculated blend of contempt and confidence.
As she approaches the inspection point, CC’s demeanor remains unflinching. After she disrobes and dabs up her cornermen, the officials begin the customary checks. Her face is meticulously greased. Equipment is examined and deemed fit.
With a final nod to the officials, CC Flynn steps through the doors of the octagon. Her eyes lock onto her opponent, a calculated smirk playing on her lips. The music fades, the lights dim, and the moment hangs suspended in time, a collision of wills awaiting its cue.
MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the Main Event of the evening! Sanctioned by the New York State Athletic Commission, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Paulie Rollins, Mario Benetti, and Gracie Fraser, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Archie Driscoll. AND NOW, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Live from the sold out Madison Square Garden in New York, 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 Brazilian Jit-Jitsu Fighter holding a professional mixed martial arts record of twn wins, three losses. She stands 5’7” tall, and weighing in at 135 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 two ranked Bantamweight Contender in the World, “Maravilha” Isabel Azevedo!”
MIKE DEMPSEY: “And her opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of eleven wins, seven losses. She stands 5’8” tall, and weighing in at 134 pounds. She is from The Black Mecca — Harlem, New York, fighting out of PRODIGY 206 — presenting the former Everest MMA Featherweight Champion, the former Ryūjin FC Champion, and THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED Union Grand Prix Bantamweight Champion of the World, C.C. “Supaestrela” Flynn!”
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 Archie Driscoll gives one final pep talk.
ARCHIE DRISCOLL: “Alright fighters, we’ve gone through the rules in the back. Protect yourself at all times, follow my instructions, touch gloves and let’s do it.”
Both fighters seem ready to burst with adrenaline. Without much hesitation, they touch gloves and quickly backpedal to their respective corners. As they settle into their stances, Archie Driscoll checks off with each fighter one last time, ensuring they are both ready for the challenge that lies ahead.
ROUND ONE: The Garden roared with flooding emotion as the bell chimed, and Izzi burst forward with a whirlwind of intent, a Flying Scissor Heel Hook aimed at baffling the Champ. Caught off guard, Supa found herself ensnared briefly, but Flynn’s determination knew no bounds. With a surge of strength, she ripped free from Izzi’s grasp, the crowd’s gasps matching her escape. Izzi’s expertise shone as she maneuvered the bout to her domain, the canvas. Takedowns followed like a strategic mastermind, Izzi’s control on the ground was a demonstration of her skill set. Despite Flynn’s resilience, Izzi dictated the tempo, earning the opening round with her dominance on the ground.
ROUND TWO: Adaptation defined the champion’s corner as Supa entered the second round, cautious but adamant. Her high-volume boxing style adjusted, favoring the perimeter of her reach. Behind her jab, Flynn worked tirelessly, mindful of Izzi’s lethal grappling. Izzi persisted, securing sporadic takedowns, yet Flynn refused to surrender. Each time Izzi attempted to ground the fight, Supa rose, her striking prowess on full display. The audience boomed with each thunderous strike, Flynn’s offensive prowess a beacon of hope to turn this fight around early.
ROUND THREE: Flynn ignited the arena as she found her rhythm. The swell of support fed her calculated strikes as they sliced through the air with deadly accuracy. Izzi sought to return to her ground prowess, but Flynn stood firm, stuffing takedowns and unleashing her striking arsenal. The crowd roared, chanting Supa’s name as she delivered punches in bunches, each blow finding its mark. Flynn’s dominance in the stand up game left Izzi reeling, the momentum shifting firmly in the Champ’s favor.
ROUND FOUR: A tumultuous exchange defined the fourth round as both warriors showcased their prowess. Flynn’s flurry of punches found their mark, yet Izzi, undeterred, sought refuge in her ground game. Takedowns followed by ground-and-pound assaults blurred the lines of dominance. Flynn’s boxing clashed with Izzi’s grappling, both fighters refusing to cede an inch. The octagon became a battlefield for their bloodshed, each showcasing their distinct style, leaving the judges to deliberate over a round too close to call.
ROUND FIVE: Exhaustion etched on their faces, both fighters summoned their remaining reserves for the final round. In a surprising turn, Izzi engaged Flynn in a striking exchange, showcasing her versatility. The crowd erupted as both warriors engaged in a toe-to-toe battle. As the clock wound down, the atmosphere was at an all-time high. In a clinch against the fence, Izzi executed a masterstroke, locking in a standing guillotine. Flynn fought desperately, but Izzi’s tenacity prevailed. With a seamless transition, Izzi brought them both to the mat, cranking the submission in a last-ditch effort. Flynn weathered the storm, surviving the round, as the audience exploded into a frenzy. 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. Judge Paulie Rollins scores it 48-47 Flynn, Judge Gracie Fraser scores it 48-47 Azevedo, and Judge Mario Benetti scores it 48-47, for your winner by split decision, AAAAAND STIIIIILL the undisputed Union Grand Prix Bantamweight Champion of the World, C.C. “Supaestrela” 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. 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 before stepping back out of the limelight. Flynn and Izzi quickly, but respectfully embrace with a handshake before going their separate ways. The feed displays a graphic with the fight’s statistics and the commentators give a summary of the bout.
JUDGE PAULIE ROLLINS
CC Flynn 9 10 10 10 9: 48
Isabel Azevedo 10 9 9 9 10: 47
JUDGE MARIO BENETTI
CC Flynn 9 10 10 10 9: 48
Isabel Azevedo 10 9 9 9 10: 47
JUDGE GRACIE FRASER
CC Flynn 9 10 10 9 9: 47
Isabel Azevedo 10 9 9 10 10: 48
Winner: CC Flynn by Split Decision
Statistics: CC Flynn
Punches 142/220 (65%)
Kicks 12/18 (67%)
Clinch strikes 30/35 (86%)
Takedowns 0/5 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 438 s
Statistics: Isabel Azevedo
Punches 78/150 (52%)
Kicks 8/12 (67%)
Clinch strikes 22/35 (63%)
Takedowns 5/8 (63%)
GnP strikes 20/25 (80%)
Submissions 3/4 (75%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 446 s
The fight is over, the crowd’s roar echoes in the aftermath of the battle with cameras flashing, illuminating the scene. Bodie Sullivan steps into the octagon, the spotlight shining on the victorious CC Flynn, her demeanor a mix of elation and fatigue.
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the winner AND STILL Bantamweight Champion, CC Flynn. Supa, you just successfully defended your title for the first time in a split decision. Were you confident that you did enough to secure the victory?”
CC FLYNN: “Alhamdulillah. You know, Bodie, that was a war, no doubt. Izzi brought it, ain’t no denying it. But confident? Bodie, lemme tell ya something, confident is my middle name! Did I do enough? Of course, I did enough! I stepped in here, put on a show for these wild motherfuckers in the Garden! I had the crowd behind me, the energy was buzzin’, and I did what I always do — dominate!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “You showcased some incredible striking tonight, really found your rhythm in the later rounds. Was that the strategy coming in?”
CC FLYNN: “Yeah, that was the plan. I wanted to dictate the pace, keep it standing, and let these fists fly. But again, gotta give props to Izzi, she’s no slouch. She came in with that flying attack, caught me off guard. I had to switch gears real quick. Once I found my rhythm, I just had to stay patient, keep the distance, and use my hands to dictate the fight. I gotta shout out my team Prodigy 206, they all helped set the stage, you know. And I gotta thank Dior, my main sponsor, they keep me looking fly while I’m knockin’ heads.”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Now that this fight is in the rear view mirror, you don’t really have time to rest on your laurels. Your next fight is with Ryūjin FC at RFC 5 in Japan next month. Any words for your next opponent?”
CC FLYNN: “Ah, Japan, Land of the Rising Sun! RFC 5, I’m the people’s Main Event! I ain’t got much to say about it right now, but my opponent better bring it cause Imma take his lunch money! After that, I’m cleaning out the Bantamweight Division! I want the big money fights: Dallas Meechan, “Magnolia”, and that bum ass Lena Lyons! I got some unfinished business with Eugenie Bombelles too. Gonna throw the ones with her, smack some sense into that mouth of hers! 2024 is the Year of Supa!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Well it sounds like you have plenty of motivation to carry you well into the new year. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the victory tonight and then jump right back into camp.”
CC FLYNN: “Oh, you know it, Bodie! There’s a party in the city tonight, and you, my man, ain’t invited! But everyone else? They better gear up ’cause we’re gonna light this town up! Celebrating this victory, representing the twenty-six, and keeping this title right where it belongs — around my waist!”
BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ouch. Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the defending Bantamweight Champion, CC Flynn!”
With a wink and a grin, Supa exuded the unshakeable confidence of a warrior who had triumphed against all odds. She rubs Bodie’s bald head before making her way out of the octagon with the chants from the crowd echoing throughout the arena. As the camera feed begins to zoom out, a wave of camera flashes illuminate the scene as the feed gradually fades away. The Battleground Network emblem blazed across the screen as the final graphic, marking the end of this night’s unforgettable broadcast.
