UGP 62: DOG FACE vs LATTIMORE LIVE!

ROUND ONE: The crowd buzzes with excitement as Robin Kelson and Aziz Qasim square off, each taking a measured stance. Qasim comes out aggressively, testing Kelson’s range with crisp jabs and quick low kicks. Kelson stays calm, circling on the outside while keeping his guard tight. Qasim presses forward, firing a clean left hook to the body that lands with a solid thud. Kelson winces slightly, adjusting his footwork to avoid Qasim’s range. But when Qasim lunges forward with an overhand right, Kelson times a slick double leg takedown, planting Qasim on the mat. The crowd roars as Kelson moves quickly into side control, working short elbows and hammerfists to soften Qasim up. Qasim, not easily discouraged, shifts his hips and attempts to regain guard. Kelson keeps the pressure on, maintaining top control and looking for a potential submission opening. As the round closes, Qasim clamps down for a desperate submission attempt, but Kelson shrugs it off, ending the round with dominant ground control. The crowd erupts, recognizing Kelson’s impressive grappling acumen.

ROUND TWO: Both fighters come out more cautious to start the second round. Qasim’s corner urges him to keep the fight standing, and he responds by unloading a high kick that glances off Kelson’s shoulder. Kelson absorbs it and answers back with a powerful right hook that briefly staggers Qasim, forcing him to retreat. Sensing the shift in momentum, Kelson closes the distance, engaging in a clinch and using his strength to muscle Qasim against the cage. Kelson drives a knee to Qasim’s midsection, making him visibly uncomfortable. Qasim manages to circle out but leaves his neck exposed, and Kelson capitalizes instantly, pulling guard and locking in a triangle choke as they hit the canvas. Qasim struggles to free himself, desperately pawing at Kelson’s legs to alleviate the pressure, but Kelson’s position is airtight. After a few tense seconds, Qasim goes limp, and the referee steps in, signaling the end. Kelson releases the choke and stands triumphantly as the arena erupts with cheers. 

Winner: Robin Kelson by Submission (Triangle Choke) at 3:12 Round 2

Statistics: Aziz Qasim
Punches 8/18 (44%)  
Kicks 3/5 (60%)  
Clinch strikes 0/2 (0%)  
Takedowns 0/0  
GnP strikes 2/3 (66%)  
Submissions 1/2 (50%)  
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 110 s 

Statistics: Robin Kelson
Punches 12/15 (80%)  
Kicks 0/1 (0%)  
Clinch strikes 4/5 (80%)  
Takedowns 1/1 (100%)  
GnP strikes 14/18 (78%)  
Submissions 1/1 (100%)  
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 110 s

ROUND ONE: Tristano D’Amico and Katie Dent come out with laser-focused intensity, each sizing up the other with carefully calculated movements. D’Amico, a southpaw known for his powerful strikes, takes a loose stance, bouncing on his feet, while Dent, light on her toes, adopts a tight orthodox guard. Dent is first to engage, snapping out a few sharp jabs, hoping to disrupt D’Amico’s rhythm early. But D’Amico remains unfazed, keeping his guard high and slipping just outside Dent’s range with smooth head movement. Just over a minute in, D’Amico makes his move, stepping in with a hard inside leg kick that lands cleanly, throwing Dent off balance. She counters with a right cross, but D’Amico ducks under, showing impressive reflexes. The crowd’s energy surges as D’Amico pressures Dent, cutting off the cage and forcing her to retreat. Dent tries to angle off, firing a quick combination — a jab followed by a left hook — but D’Amico absorbs it, stalking her down with relentless focus. Suddenly, D’Amico launches a swift high kick that Dent barely dodges, leaving her vulnerable. He immediately follows up with a blistering overhand left that lands flush, snapping Dent’s head back and sending her crashing to the canvas. The audience erupts as D’Amico pounces, delivering two rapid ground and pound shots before the referee steps in, waving off the fight. It’s a statement win for D’Amico, who springs to his feet with a roar of triumph, arms raised as the crowd cheers in awe of his explosive power.

Winner: Tristano D’Amico by KO (Punch) at 4:07 Round 1

Statistics: Tristano D’Amico
Punches 8/10 (80%)
Kicks 3/4 (75%)
Clinch strikes 0/0
Takedowns 0/0
GnP strikes 2/2 (100%)
Submissions 0/0
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s

Statistics: Katie Dent
Punches 5/9 (56%)
Kicks 1/2 (50%)
Clinch strikes 0/0
Takedowns 0/0
GnP strikes 0/0
Submissions 0/0
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s

ROUND ONE: The round begins with Sam Steele and Kristophe Cerulli meeting in the center of the cage, both fighters bearing expressions of pure focus. Steele, known for his compact striking, stands in a southpaw stance, bouncing lightly, ready to engage with his speed and accuracy. Cerulli, noticeably taller with an orthodox stance, takes a more measured approach, testing Steele’s reactions with probing jabs and front kicks. The crowd, still filling in, gives a scattered cheer as the fighters trade initial strikes. Steele opens with a swift left cross, followed by a low kick, both of which land cleanly. Cerulli absorbs the strikes, countering with a crisp one-two combo, forcing Steele to circle out and reset. Steele feints a jab and lunges forward, connecting with a heavy overhand left that briefly staggers Cerulli. Sensing an opportunity, Steele presses forward with a flurry, mixing up hooks and body shots, driving Cerulli against the fence. Cerulli clinches up, showing composure, and delivers a series of short knees to Steele’s torso before pushing off and returning to the center. As the round progresses, Steele’s aggression contrasts with Cerulli’s more defensive, counter-striking approach. In the final thirty seconds, Cerulli lands a well-timed left uppercut, snapping Steele’s head back. Steele counters with a spinning back kick to the body, but the round ends with both fighters exchanging jabs. The crowd roars in approval at the spirited end to the round, with Steele likely edging it due to his early pressure and volume.

ROUND TWO: Cerulli enters the second round with renewed intensity, adapting his strategy to Steele’s aggression. As Steele pushes forward, Cerulli times a beautiful counter right hook, stunning Steele and causing him to take a step back. Cerulli capitalizes, targeting Steele’s legs with hard, thudding kicks, forcing Steele to adjust his stance to alleviate the pain. Steele retaliates with a right hook that grazes Cerulli, but he struggles to maintain his earlier pressure as Cerulli establishes his rhythm. Midway through the round, Cerulli finds his range, unleashing a powerful left straight that splits Steele’s guard. Steele tries to engage in a clinch, but Cerulli shrugs him off and circles out, landing another low kick that visibly wobbles Steele. Cerulli’s confidence grows, and he starts peppering Steele with crisp combinations, his punches landing with increasing accuracy. In the final minute, Steele attempts a takedown, desperate to change the flow of the fight, but Cerulli sprawls effectively and punishes him with elbows to the side of the head. The crowd, now more engaged, responds with enthusiasm to Cerulli’s momentum. As the horn sounds, Steele’s face shows signs of wear, a small cut forming above his left eyebrow. Cerulli clearly took this round, leaving Steele to contemplate a new approach.

ROUND THREE: The final round sees Steele looking visibly fatigued, his movements slower as he tries to muster one last offensive push. Cerulli continues his calculated assault, sticking to sharp jabs and low kicks to disrupt Steele’s stance. Steele presses forward but struggles to close the distance as Cerulli circles out smoothly, landing a well-placed left hook followed by a body kick that visibly deflates Steele. Steele attempts to clinch, but Cerulli locks him up and counters with effective short-range punches. He then pushes Steele back and lands a brutal leg kick that buckles Steele’s lead leg. As Steele’s output decreases, Cerulli remains composed, controlling the distance and picking his shots. Steele swings with a wild overhand right in the final minute, but Cerulli ducks under, landing a slick uppercut as a counter. With seconds left, Steele tries to rally with a last-ditch flurry, but Cerulli remains calm, using precise footwork to avoid big damage and even lands a final left cross as the horn sounds. The crowd shows their appreciation for the grueling battle, and Cerulli raises his arm, confident he’s secured the win. Steele, battered but proud, acknowledges Cerulli’s skill as the fighters embrace.

Winner: Kristophe Cerulli by Unanimous Decision

Statistics: Sam Steele
Punches 42/85 (49%)
Kicks 12/16 (75%)
Clinch strikes 10/14 (71%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/3 (33%)
Time on the ground 0 s

Statistics: Kristophe Cerulli
Punches 56/90 (62%)  
Kicks 15/18 (83%)  
Clinch strikes 8/12 (67%)  
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)
Time on the ground 0 s  

ROUND ONE: The fight opens with Johnny Laws and Aliyah Marshall standing toe-to-toe with the crowd buzzing. Laws takes center cage, his shoulders loose, and his footwork sharp as he tests the range with jabs. Marshall, light on her feet, circles from the outside in a southpaw stance, her guard high, eyeing opportunities to counter Laws’ powerful right hand. The two exchange tentative strikes, feeling each other out before Laws initiates with a quick one-two, his left cross grazing Marshall’s temple. Marshall responds with a blistering left kick to Laws’ ribs, causing an audible reaction from the crowd. Unfazed, Laws presses forward, looking to impose his strength, but Marshall’s movement proves elusive. Midway through the round, Marshall connects with a crisp jab-cross combination, snapping Laws’ head back and drawing cheers. Sensing an opening, she steps in with a right hook, only to be met with Laws’ counter uppercut that staggers her momentarily. The fighters trade momentum, each finding moments of success. Marshall’s precision strikes add up, reddening Laws’ cheek, while his power keeps her wary. In the final moments, Laws bullies Marshall against the cage, landing a series of short hooks to the body. The horn sounds as Marshall escapes, flashing a determined grin that shows she’s unfazed. The crowd, now fully engaged, roars its approval at the end of a competitive first round.

ROUND TWO: Both fighters come out with intensity, knowing that a decisive round could shift the momentum. Laws looks to assert control early, launching a heavy leg kick that sweeps across Marshall’s thigh with a sharp smack. Marshall absorbs it and counters with a slick left straight down the middle, momentarily catching Laws off guard. Marshall steps in to follow up, but Laws changes levels, driving her into the cage with a powerful clinch. In the clinch, Laws’ physicality becomes evident. He delivers sharp knees to Marshall’s midsection, each one landing with force. Marshall grits her teeth, attempting to frame off Laws and create space, but Laws closes in, mixing in hooks and elbows. The crowd senses the momentum shifting heavily toward Laws, whose aggression seems relentless. Marshall, visibly fatigued, manages to slip out of the clinch, but she’s moving slower now. Laws pressures forward. He lands a looping overhand right that crashes into Marshall’s temple, sending her stumbling backward. Laws follows with a flurry, including a straight right that buckles her legs. Marshall drops to her knees, and Laws pounces, delivering ground and pound strikes. Marshall covers up, moving defensively, but some shots find their mark. The referee steps in, perhaps a beat early, waving off the fight as Marshall attempts to recover. The crowd reacts with mixed emotions — some cheering Laws’ victory, others questioning the timing of the stoppage. Laws raises his arms triumphantly, while Marshall looks to the ref in frustration, shaking her head and giving him a few choice words. At the end of the day, both fighters seemingly squash their beef and give a quick embrace, showing a sign of respect.

Winner: Johnny Laws by TKO (Punches) at 3:42 Round 2

Statistics: Johnny Laws
Punches 32/55 (58%)
Kicks 8/10 (80%)
Clinch strikes 15/20 (75%)
Takedowns 1/1 (100%)
GnP strikes 12/15 (80%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 12 s

Statistics: Aliyah Marshall
Punches 27/50 (54%)
Kicks 10/14 (71%)
Clinch strikes 4/8 (50%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 12 s

ROUND ONE: The arena rumbles with anticipation as Cole Carter and Ignacio Zambrano touch gloves at center cage, both men eyeing each other with fierce determination. Carter, a powerful striker known for his explosive hands, adopts a wide stance, ready to capitalize on his knockout power. Across from him, Zambrano displays a fluid, bouncy movement typical of his elusive, counter striking style, waiting to make Carter pay for any overly aggressive approach. As the round begins, Zambrano circles the cage, throwing feints and low kicks to keep Carter guessing. Carter stalks forward, occasionally flicking out a jab but staying patient, respecting Zambrano’s speed. Sensing Carter’s caution, Zambrano launches a quick three-strike combination — a jab, a cross, and a leg kick — that partially lands. Carter absorbs the impact, nodding in acknowledgment, and presses forward with a left hook that narrowly misses as Zambrano slips to the side. Suddenly, Carter switches gears, unleashing a vicious inside leg kick that forces Zambrano to reset his footing. Carter throws a right hook to the body, followed by a devastating overhand left. Zambrano backpedals, looking momentarily stunned. Carter closes the distance, firing a crisp jab that sets up a thunderous right cross that snaps Zambrano’s head back, visibly rattling him. The crowd roars as Zambrano tries to regain his balance, but Carter’s unrelenting pressure leaves him with little room to breathe. With precise timing, Carter feints a jab and then drills Zambrano with a brutal left hook that lands clean on the chin. Zambrano’s legs give out, and he crashes to the canvas. Carter moves in, but the referee swiftly intervenes, waving off the fight before Zambrano can absorb any further punishment. The arena erupts in applause as Carter raises his arms, victorious with a stunning first round knockout. Zambrano sits up shortly after, clearly dazed but acknowledging Carter’s power as the two exchange a nod of respect.

Winner: Cole Carter by KO (Punch) at 4:14 Round 1

Statistics: Cole Carter
Punches 10/15 (67%)
Kicks 2/3 (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

Statistics: Ignacio Zambrano
Punches 4/7 (57%)
Kicks 2/4 (50%)
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 bout begins with a tense air of anticipation as Shintaro Okano and Sasha Volkov approach the center of the cage. Okano, known for his sharp striking and elusive footwork, adopts a wide stance, bouncing lightly on his feet, ready to close the distance and test Volkov’s defenses. Volkov, a powerful grappler with a background in sambo, immediately takes a lower stance, eyes focused on an opportunity to engage in the clinch and force the fight to the ground where he thrives. The first few moments are a calculated dance. Okano feints with a jab, measuring Volkov’s reactions, before darting in with a sharp one-two combination that lands with precision on Volkov’s guard. Volkov absorbs the shots, unfazed, and presses forward. Okano tries to circle out, using swift lateral movement to evade Volkov’s advances, but Volkov manages to close the gap, forcing Okano back toward the cage. Volkov launches a probing right hook, then lunges into a clinch, securing double underhooks as he presses Okano against the fence. With a powerful display of technique, Volkov quickly executes a trip takedown, sending Okano sprawling onto the canvas. The crowd reacts with excitement as Volkov settles into side control, his weight heavy and stable. Okano immediately starts working his defensive guard, shifting his hips in an attempt to create space, but Volkov’s positioning is airtight. Volkov begins methodically isolating Okano’s right arm, looking to set up a submission. Okano senses the danger, tensing his body and defending, but Volkov’s technique is relentless. With a swift and calculated maneuver, Volkov transitions to mount, and within seconds he slides into an arm triangle choke. Okano’s face tightens in panic as Volkov cinches down on the submission, his technique flawless. Okano tries to resist, twisting his body, but Volkov’s control is absolute. The arena watches, breath held, as Okano’s movements slow. Finally, he has no choice but to tap, succumbing to defeat. The referee rushes in, pulling Volkov off, and the crowd erupts in applause as he rises to his feet, arms raised in triumph after securing yet another first round finish.

Winner: Sasha Volkov by Submission (Arm Triangle Choke) at 3:18 Round 1

Statistics: Shintaro Okano
Punches 4/8 (50%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/1 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 105 s

Statistics: Sasha Volkov
Punches 2/3 (67%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 3/4 (75%)
Takedowns 1/1 (100%)
GnP strikes 2/3 (67%)
Submissions 1/2 (50%)
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)
Time on the ground 105 s

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And welcome back to the action here at the Kingdom Arena for UGP 62! Moments ago, Sasha Volkov picked up a hard-fought victory over Shintaro Okano that is sure to give Volkov a number next to his name when the latest rankings are released. Before we move on to our next fight featuring Lovelie Saint-Cyr taking on Reece Parker, we’ve got some familiar faces spotted in the crowd tonight.”

BYRON McCALL: “That’s right, Bodie. First up, take a look at Devi Krysis. This woman has been making waves on the independent pro wrestling circuit, known for her grit and technical ability inside the squared circle. You’ve got to imagine that seeing live MMA action like this could inspire someone like her to mix things up even more in her career.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Absolutely, Byron. Shifting gears, seated not too far from her, we’ve got none other than Verona Jimenez, Union GP’s newly minted #10 in the Featherweight rankings. What a big moment for her!”

BYRON McCALL: “No doubt about it. Verona’s been incredibly fun to watch, and getting that recognition in the first-ever rankings is a huge milestone. She’s known for her relentless pace and precision striking, and I’d say this ranking just fuels her momentum even further. It’s great to see her here taking in the fights.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “You’ve got to think she’s keeping a close eye on potential opponents in her division. It’s always a treat to see fighters and athletes from different worlds mingling in the crowd. It just shows how much this sport has grown over the years. Alright, folks, up next is a clash between Lovelie Saint-Cyr and Reece Parker. Don’t go anywhere — we’re back with more action inside the octagon!”

ROUND ONE: The round opens with Lovelie Saint-Cyr quickly establishing his southpaw stance, his Shotokan Karate base evident as he bounces on his toes, maintaining a laser focus on Reece Parker. Parker, a wrestling specialist, remains light on his feet, inching forward to close the gap. Saint-Cyr tests the waters with a snapping jab, which Parker dodges, but the former champ’s speed shows. He follows with a swift low kick to Parker’s lead leg, delivering a thudding impact that sets the tone. Parker presses forward, switching levels for a takedown attempt, but Saint-Cyr’s agility shines as he pivots out of reach, landing a counter hook to the ribs.Parker tries to push Saint-Cyr against the fence, where he could employ his grappling. Saint-Cyr, however, maintains distance, chopping at Parker’s legs with precise, varied kicks. A hard inside leg kick from Saint-Cyr causes Parker to visibly wince, the crowd roaring at the damage already building. In the final minute, Parker manages a brief clinch, but Saint-Cyr’s strikes to the thigh and swift separation keep him from being cornered. As the round ends, Saint-Cyr’s control and clean strikes give him the early advantage.

ROUND TWO: Now well aware of the leg attacks, Parker adjusts by attempting faster entries, trying to put Saint-Cyr on the back foot, but Saint-Cyr’s evasiveness keeps him shifty, and he counters with relentless low kicks, each shot digging deeper into Parker’s thigh. Parker’s movement starts to show the toll, with his stance more staggered. Saint-Cyr seizes the opportunity, feinting a high strike before slamming another low kick that buckles Parker’s leg, forcing him to adjust mid-stride. Parker, feeling the urgency, lunges forward with a right hand, but Saint-Cyr ducks and circles out, delivering a swift counter combo to Parker’s body. The exchange excites the crowd, and Parker responds with a desperate takedown attempt, but Saint-Cyr sprawls, immediately returning to his feet and landing yet another brutal kick to Parker’s now bruised and swollen lead leg. The round ends with Parker visibly limping, and Saint-Cyr’s corner looking confident as he has clearly established control over Parker’s mobility.

ROUND THREE: With Parker’s lead leg severely compromised, Saint-Cyr wastes no time, immediately targeting it with a series of snapping low kicks. Parker’s resilience shines as he grits through the pain, pushing forward in search of a clinch to stop the damage, but Saint-Cyr is relentless, attacking from angles that keep Parker off-balance. At one point, Parker stumbles, his leg unable to support his full weight, and Saint-Cyr capitalizes, pushing forward with an onslaught of leg kicks that have Parker teetering. Saint-Cyr unleashes a final, vicious low kick that finally sweeps Parker off his feet, sending him crumbling to the canvas. Parker immediately winces in pain and the referee intervenes, ending the bout to prevent further injury to Parker’s compromised leg. Saint-Cyr raises his arms, having secured the TKO victory through a masterclass in precision leg strikes while the crowd erupts, appreciating the former champion’s dominant performance.

Winner: Lovelie Saint-Cyr by TKO (Low Kicks) at 2:43 Round 3

Statistics: Lovelie Saint-Cyr
Punches 19/31 (61%)
Kicks 32/38 (84%)
Clinch strikes 4/7 (57%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s

Statistics: Reece Parker
Punches 10/24 (42%)
Kicks 2/5 (40%)
Clinch strikes 5/11 (45%)
Takedowns 1/4 (25%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/4 (25%)
Time on the ground 0 s

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to UGP 62! We just witnessed an impressive performance by Lovelie Saint-Cyr, who secured a victory over Reece Parker in dominant fashion. But before we dive into our next bout, a Lightweight clash between Eden Reid and Trevor Martin, we’ve spotted another notable figure in the crowd tonight.”

BYRON McCALL: “Yessir, keep your eyes on that screen, because sitting in the fighters row is Jack Donovan. This guy has been making big waves in the Welterweight division lately. After falling short against Kirk Jenkins in the quarterfinals of the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix, Donovan came back with a vengeance, stopping Mateo de Leon in the second round in his most recent outing.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And that victory earned him a spot in the very first Welterweight rankings, debuting at #5. It’s a testament to his resilience and skill set that he’s managed to position himself as a fringe title contender. What do you think, Byron — does Donovan have what it takes to climb even higher and make a run at the belt?”

BYRON McCALL: “I think so, Bodie. Donovan’s got a well-rounded game, and that killer instinct he showed against de Leon was a reminder of how dangerous he can be. Being ranked #5 puts him in the mix for some high-stakes matchups, and if he strings together another win or two, you could absolutely see him in the title conversation. Plus, you know a guy like him is always studying the competition, and tonight’s fights might spark some new wrinkles in his arsenal.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Without a doubt, Jack Donovan is someone to keep an eye on as the Welterweight division continues to heat up. Alright, folks, don’t go anywhere — up next, Eden Reid and Trevor Martin will throw down in what promises to be an explosive Lightweight showdown!”

ROUND ONE: The bout begins with Eden Reid taking center cage, her towering frame and lengthy reach immediately commanding attention. She peppers Trevor Martin with stiff jabs and crisp low kicks, keeping him at bay. Martin, as predicted, starts slow, trying to gauge Reid’s timing. Reid continues her aggressive pace, unleashing a snapping teep kick to Martin’s midsection that elicits a snarling grunt and sends him stumbling back. Reid’s Muay Thai kicks are sharp and precise, battering Martin’s lead leg and forcing him to switch stances. Martin struggles to find his rhythm, and Reid continues to capitalize, feinting a jab to land a thunderous right cross. Martin manages to clinch to slow Reid’s assault, but her clinch striking proves effective. She lands sharp knees to the body and a slicing elbow that opens a cut over Martin’s right eyebrow. The round winds down with Reid maintaining control, denying Martin’s attempts to close the distance or find a takedown. A snapping teep kick sends Martin stumbling backward into the cage just before the horn sounds, punctuating a dominant round for Reid.

ROUND TWO: Martin, well aware he let that round slip away, adjusts in the second round, implementing lateral movement to avoid Reid’s reach. He begins timing her kicks, catching one and driving through for a takedown. Reid defends valiantly, sprawling to avoid the shot, but Martin perseveres and drags her to the canvas. From top position, Martin grinds Reid with elbows and punches, showcasing his superior grappling. Reid attempts to escape, using her long legs to create distance, but Martin smothers her and works toward side control. Reid eventually scrambles to her feet, and the crowd erupts, but Martin clinches again, landing knees to the thighs before tripping her back to the mat. The round ends with Martin in control, evening the momentum heading into the final round.

ROUND THREE: With the fight hanging in the balance, Reid storms out of her corner, throwing everything into her striking. She lands a spinning back kick to Martin’s ribs, spurring a distressful grunt. Her verbal taunts intensify, daring Martin to engage. She throws a big kick to the body, but this time Martin’s composure holds firm. He times Reid’s aggression, catching her leg and countering with a textbook takedown. From top position, Martin grinds her down, transitioning fluidly between side control and half guard. Reid attempts to escape, but Martin’s control is masterful. He peppers Reid with short elbows and works for a guillotine choke when she tries to stand, forcing her to drop back into his control. The crowd rallies behind Reid as she makes one final effort to explode to her feet, throwing wild elbows in the clinch, but Martin’s superior grappling and cardio allow him to neutralize her. The final round ends with Martin riding out dominant top control as the horn sounds, creating some uncertainty to an action-packed fight.

Winner: Trevor Martin by Unanimous Decision

Statistics: Eden Reid
Punches 35/80 (44%)
Kicks 27/35 (77%)
Clinch strikes 10/15 (67%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 9/18 (50%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)
Time on the ground 190 s

Statistics: Trevor Martin
Punches 20/52 (38%)
Kicks 4/8 (50%)
Clinch strikes 5/11 (45%)
Takedowns 3/6 (50%)
GnP strikes 30/44 (68%)
Submissions 2/3 (67%)
Clinch Attempts 1/3 (33%)
Time on the ground 190 s

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back, everyone, as we come to you live from the Kingdom Arena! We just witnessed Trevor Martin edge out a hard-fought decision victory over Eden Reid in a closely contested Lightweight battle. Before we dive into our next bout, another ranked Lightweight clash between Marcela Vargas and Christopher Gordon, we’ve got another familiar face in the crowd tonight.”

BYRON McCALL: “That’s right, Bodie. Sitting front and center is Syn Saetang, one of the most exciting fighters to watch in Union GP. Since making her return to the promotion, she’s shown incredible growth in her game, racking up three straight wins before dropping a razor-thin split decision to Serenity Holmes — a fight that honestly could’ve gone either way.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And Saetang didn’t let that setback hold her down. She rebounded in spectacular fashion with a highlight-reel knockout over Magdalena Moruga, reminding everyone why she’s such a threat in her division. B-Mac, what do you make of her progression as a fighter?”

BYRON McCALL: “Bodie, Syn Saetang has really elevated her striking, but it’s her composure and fight IQ that stand out to me the most. That knockout over Moruga wasn’t just a display of power — it was precision and timing. She’s the type of fighter who learns from every experience, win or lose, and that makes her dangerous for anyone in her weight class. If she keeps this momentum, I wouldn’t be surprised to see her make a run at the top of the rankings.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Absolutely, Byron. Saetang has become a name to watch, and I’m sure she’s here tonight scouting future opponents as she continues her climb. Alright, folks, coming up next, Marcela Vargas takes on Christopher Gordon in what promises to be another thrilling Lightweight bout. Stay tuned!”

ROUND ONE: As soon as the referee makes it official, Marcela Vargas storms out of her corner, true to her hyper-aggressive style. The southpaw immediately cuts off Christopher Gordon’s angles, peppering him with jabs and hooks that force him on the back foot. Vargas mixes in devastating Muay Thai kicks, punishing Gordon’s legs and midsection. A sharp left hook connects cleanly early, drawing gasps from the crowd as Gordon momentarily wobbles. Gordon remains composed, relying on his kickboxing fundamentals and defensive footwork. He counters with crisp straights and an overhand right that lands flush on Vargas, showcasing his ability to withstand the storm. Despite his resilience, Vargas’ relentless pace overwhelms him. She presses him against the cage, and begins raining down strikes from the clinch, including elbows and knees that redden Gordon’s torso and opens a small cut near his right eye. Gordon digs deep, landing a spinning back kick that briefly halts Vargas’s charge. However, Vargas shakes it off and finishes the round with a flurry, landing a thunderous overhand left that sends Gordon stumbling. The crowd erupts as the horn sounds, Vargas raising her arms confidently as Gordon retreats to his corner looking battered but still determined.

ROUND TWO: Gordon comes out more aggressive, seeking to slow Vargas down with low kicks and lateral movement. He lands a clean double jab-straight combination that snaps Vargas’s head back. Gordon seizes the momentum, shooting for a takedown and successfully driving Vargas to the mat. However, Vargas quickly neutralizes the position with her guard and forces a reset on the feet. Vargas regains her aggressive rhythm, chopping at Gordon’s legs and landing a teep kick to the body that visibly slows him. As Gordon attempts another takedown, Vargas sprawls and punishes him with hammerfists. The Brazilian warrior senses her opening, unleashing a devastating combination in the pocket, culminating in a perfectly timed left cross that staggers Gordon. With Gordon reeling, Vargas pounces with brutal clinch knees and a barrage of hooks. With zero defense in sight, the referee steps in, waving off the fight as Vargas overwhelms Gordon with her ferocious output. The crowd explodes in applause as Vargas climbs the cage, roaring triumphantly.

Winner: Marcela Vargas by TKO (Punches) at 4:21 Round 2

Statistics: Marcela Vargas
Punches 35/70 (50%)
Kicks 20/30 (67%)
Clinch strikes 15/20 (75%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 8/10 (80%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 3/3 (100%)
Time on the ground 63 s

Statistics: Christopher Gordon
Punches 22/55 (40%)
Kicks 8/15 (53%)
Clinch strikes 4/10 (40%)
Takedowns 1/3 (33%)
GnP strikes 5/8 (62%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/2 (0%)
Time on the ground 63 s

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the prelims of UGP 62: DOG FACE vs. LATTIMORE! We’re live at the Kingdom Arena and another star lineup attendance continues to show! We’re just moments away from our Featured Prelim with a trilogy bout between Abbie Peterson and the debuting Lucija Dragicevic. But before we get to that, we’ve got the #7 ranked Bantamweight, Serenity Holmes — who is riding a five-fight win streak — sitting cageside tonight!”

BYRON McCALL: “Bodie! Serenity Holmes continues to silence her doubters and prove everyone wrong. Her recent unanimous decision win over Ciaran Callahan at UGP 61 moved her up to become number seven in her division! Tonight, there’s been rumors from her camp that she wants to break into the top five but we’ve been wondering who she has her eyes on lately.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Well, B-Mac, judging from her momentum, she’s been confident to believe in herself that she will be a future bantamweight champion. Serenity Holmes manages both professional wrestling and mixed martial arts but she’s focused more on the fighting game than usually. Let’s have Kayla Chapman get more words to see if the rumors are true!”

KAYLA CHAPMAN: “Thank you Bodie! I’m standing here with Serenity Holmes who has shown the world what she’s capable of. Serenity, you’ve just come from a win over Ciaran Callahan at UGP 62. How do you feel about your momentum here in Union Grand Prix?”

SERENITY HOLMES: “After my last win, it’s safe to say I’m feeling amazing! I’ve been proving myself in and out of UGP with every fight and I come out the victor! I work my ass off, put all my critics to shame and show the world I take this sport seriously. Not just for me but also for my camp. I love MMA and being here in the bantamweight division continuing to show everyone what I’m capable of is the reward but I continue to win and climb to heights I know I can reach!”

KAYLA CHAPMAN: “Regarding your camp as you mentioned, the Holmes MMA and Wrestling Academy is starting to grow in UGP. How did it feel watching your teammate, Robin Kelson, perform?”

SERENITY HOLMES: “Robin does what he does best. He performs and puts on a show! I knew he would make a show and the fans would be entertained and watching him tonight in his element was exciting to see! He’s going to achieve great things so for everyone watching, keep an eye on Robin Kelson!”

KAYLA CHAPMAN: “That’s great to hear! Now we have four championships on the line tonight. The UGP Featherweight, Welterweight, Middleweight and Heavyweight Championships are on the line. What are your predictions?”

SERENITY HOLMES: “Oh man! These fights can go either way but to start off with the inaugural championships. I think Isabel Azevado will use her grappling and submission skills to win the featherweight championship. The welterweight championship is going to Kirk Jenkins for sure. However, I am really interested in the middleweight championship rematch and I think Sokolov, who I’m a fan of, will retain because he works his ass off. The main event heavyweight championship is going to be a tough one to call. You got Lattimore and Calabrese. I don’t want to choose but to stick to the safe answer, I got Calabrese.”

KAYLA CHAPMAN: “Now for my final question, your camp said that it’s in business with Dante Reed regarding a fight with a top five fighter to put you in title contention. Can you tell us anything about this?”

SERENITY HOLMES: “From the day I joined Union Grand Prix, I wanted to become bantamweight champion. In order to do that, I need to beat the best and put myself as a title contender to challenge. I want to crack the top five and show I am an elite fighter in arguably the best division in this promotion. Yes, the rumors are true. I am going to call out someone for a fight. So if you’re watching this, the ball is in your court. You’re holding a spot and I want it. In other words, I’m ready to move up and shock people again. Eugenie Bombelles and Gianna Howard! I want to fight YOU!”

BYRON McCALL: “Woah! Listen to the audience! They’re loving the aggression and confidence from Serenity! That’s a very big callout and honestly, if we get this fight going, I can’t wait to see it!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Serenity Holmes just called out the number four and number two ranked bantamweights in the Kingdom Arena who are both former champions! Well, she said she wanted a challenge to be in title contention and beating a former champion might be the right move to do so! Let’s turn it over to our featured prelim of the night!”

ROUND ONE: The cage door closes for the Featured Prelim, and the tension between these rivals is unmistakable. Lucija Dragicevic takes center, her hulking stature dwarfing Peterson’s slender frame. Dragicevic feints a jab before shooting for a single leg takedown. Peterson sprawls beautifully, showcasing improved grappling awareness. However, Dragicevic chains into a body lock, dragging Peterson to the mat with a booming trip. Peterson immediately goes to work from her back, framing with her elbows and landing short, slicing punches to Dragicevic’s head. Dragicevic remains undeterred, passing to half guard and unleashing ferocious ground and pound. Peterson uses her agility to create a scramble and returns to her feet. On the feet, Peterson’s kicks become her primary weapon. A snapping roundhouse to the body echoes through the arena, and the crowd roars as Peterson follows with a switch kick that glances Dragicevic’s temple. Dragicevic absorbs the damage, bull rushing Peterson to the cage in the closing seconds. She secures a second takedown, finishing the round in Peterson’s guard with grinding top control.

ROUND TWO: Dragicevic opens the second round with relentless pressure, attempting an early double leg takedown. Peterson stuffs it, landing a knee to Dragicevic’s chin in the clinch. The crowd gasps as Dragicevic staggers but quickly regains composure, using an inside trip to plant Peterson on the canvas. Peterson works to neutralize Dragicevic’s ground dominance, constantly shifting her hips to avoid submission threats. Dragicevic methodically advances to side control, raining short elbows and targeting Peterson’s ribs. Peterson bridges explosively, reversing position and forcing a stand up. Back on the feet, Peterson mixes her strikes beautifully, landing a crisp left hook followed by a push kick to Dragicevic’s midsection. Dragicevic, though visibly fatigued, closes the distance once more, pinning Peterson to the cage. The round ends with Dragicevic landing heavy knees to the thighs, her relentless pressure giving her a slight edge.

ROUND THREE: Peterson starts the final round with urgency, firing a head kick that narrowly misses. Dragicevic counters with a level change, hoisting Peterson into the air and slamming her down emphatically. The crowd erupts as Dragicevic secures side control. Peterson desperately defends, blocking an Americana attempt. Dragicevic transitions fluidly to mount but loses it as Peterson bucks her off. In the ensuing scramble, Dragicevic locks up a triangle choke from her back. The arena roars as Peterson struggles, her face turning a crimson red. Dragicevic cinches the choke tighter, her legs squeezing like a vice. Peterson tries to fight it off but soon her body goes limp. The crowd erupts as Dragicevic raises her arms in celebration, claiming a definitive victory in their trilogy.

Winner: Lucija Dragicevic by Submission (Triangle Choke) at 3:47 Round 3

Statistics: Abbie Peterson
Punches 20/40 (50%)
Kicks 15/25 (60%)
Clinch strikes 5/10 (50%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 6/12 (50%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)
Time on the ground 275 s

Statistics: Lucija Dragicevic
Punches 10/20 (50%)
Kicks 5/8 (62%)
Clinch strikes 8/15 (53%)
Takedowns 4/6 (67%)
GnP strikes 25/35 (71%)
Submissions 2/3 (67%)
Clinch Attempts 2/4 (50%)
Time on the ground 275 s

The stream fades in from darkness as the roar of the crowd amplifies. The feed starts with a cinematic aerial view of the Kingdom Arena 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, fight fans around the world, we are LIVE exclusively on the Battleground Network here at the sold out Kingdom Arena in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia — home of Union GP tonight — and the octagon is officially open for business for UGP 62: DOG FACE vs LATTIMORE! Hello everyone and thank you for tuning in! I’m Bodie Sullivan, and joining me as always is the Man, the Myth, the Hall of Fame Legend, ‘The Last Call’ Byron McCall. Ten fights are in the can as the prelims delivered in spades, but now it’s time for the main card, where we’ll watch one of the most electrifying lineups in Union GP history unfold! B-Mac, we’ve got potential title eliminators, Championship Grand Prix finals, an immediate Middleweight rematch for the ages, and a Heavyweight clash for the history books. Let’s dive into what’s ahead!”

BYRON McCALL: “You said it, Bodie. Every fight on this main card has ‘must-watch’ written all over it and has massive implications, starting with our opener, Alex Hughes versus MANDEM. This is a potential title eliminator in the Bantamweight Division, and both of these fighters are coming in hot. Hughes, the consummate pressure fighter, has some of the sharpest kickboxing fundamentals in the game. She’s calculated and deadly when she gets into rhythm. On the flip side, though, MANDEM brings that wildcard energy and devastating power in his hands. He’s known to cause chaos both inside and outside the cage, but under the guidance of Leonard “Baby” Strickland, he’s starting to refine his game. With a potential shot at the title on the line, the stakes couldn’t be higher for these two.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “From there, we quickly move into the championship block of the card, starting with the Featherweight Championship Grand Prix finals between Isabel Azevedo and Katya Belinskaya. This is a story of redemption for both fighters. Azevedo, a former Bantamweight Title Challenger, is looking to finally claim championship gold after three previous attempts in the 135-pound division. On the other side, Belinskaya has completely reinvented herself after a rough stretch in Everest MMA. On top of the gold and glory, this fight is about rewriting history for both women.”

BYRON McCALL: “It’s a classic stylistic clash too, Bodie. Azevedo has the grappling edge, but Belinskaya’s ability to wear opponents down with her relentless pace is a real factor. Both women have battled their demons to get here, and tonight, one of them walks away with the belt and a storybook ending. Following that, we shift gears to the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix final, where Kirk Jenkins takes on Hendrik Geen. Jenkins, the tournament’s top seed, is the ultimate showman, unpredictable and wildly entertaining, but don’t let that fool you — he’s got the skills to back it up. On the other side, Hendrik Geen is a decorated kickboxer, a former Royal Netherlands Air Force officer, and someone who’s taken to MMA like a fish to water in just three pro fights. This is a battle of experience versus raw potential, and it’s going to be fireworks.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Then we arrive at the Co-Main Event, where Middleweight Champion Alexander Sokolov defends his title in an immediate rematch against the former champion Derrius Webb. Their first fight was razor-close, a majority decision win for Sokolov, and it left a lot of questions unanswered in many people’s minds. The bad blood between these two is still percolating after spending twenty-five minutes in the cage together. Webb is determined to prove he’s still the best in the division, while Sokolov is looking to cement his reign as champion. I think it’s a safe bet to assume we’re in store for another instant classic.”

BYRON McCALL: “No question. The way their first fight ended, it left the masses wanting more, and when the rematch was announced, we all knew it was the right call. But now, it’s time for the big one — the Main Event! Heavyweight Champion Donnie Calabrese, in his final fight, defends his title against the returning Gauge Lattimore. These are two of the most accomplished heavyweights in MMA history. Donnie is the Union GP’s iron man, holding records for most wins, most knockouts, and the fastest knockout. Meanwhile, Lattimore is a two-division champ who came out of retirement for this fight and has a chance to spoil the retirement party and add another historic chapter to his already illustrious career. It’s not just a title fight — it’s a clash of titans, a legacy-defining moment for both men.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “We’ll be with you every step of the way, breaking down the action and providing you with the best coverage from start to finish. The Kingdom Arena is packed to the rafters with 30,000 plus ready to witness history! So, without further ado, let’s toss it over to our very own hype man, the mouthpiece of MMA, Mike Dempsey, who’s standing by, ready to get things started. Ladies and gentlemen…” 

“IT’S BOUT TIME!”

ROUND ONE: The energy in the arena reached a fever pitch as the main card bouts began. The opening bell saw Alex Hughes charging forward, wasting no time in pressuring MANDEM. She unleashed a dazzling spinning back kick that MANDEM sidestepped, immediately countering with a sharp one-two combination that found its mark. Hughes absorbed the shots and closed the distance, forcing a clinch near the fence. MANDEM displayed his brute strength, reversing the position and landing vicious uppercuts in the clinch, each thudding strike echoing through the arena. Midway through the round, Hughes broke free, darting back to the center. Her dynamic kickboxing shone as she connected with a crisp head kick that stunned MANDEM. Sensing the shift, Hughes pressed forward, but MANDEM’s impeccable head movement allowed him to evade a flurry of punches before landing a heavy right hook to Hughes’ ribs. The crowd erupted as Hughes stumbled back but quickly regained composure. The final minute saw MANDEM walking Hughes down, unloading with relentless hooks and overhands. Hughes countered with a flying knee that grazed MANDEM, drawing gasps from the audience. The round ended with MANDEM landing a snapping jab-right cross combination, leaving Hughes shaking the cobwebs off as they returned to their corners.

ROUND TWO: MANDEM opened the second round with calculated aggression, cutting off Hughes’ angles and unloading punishing hooks to her body. Hughes responded with a beautiful teep kick, creating distance and momentarily halting MANDEM’s momentum. She followed with a spinning wheel kick that narrowly missed as MANDEM ducked and retaliated with a brutal overhand right that sent Hughes stumbling into the cage. MANDEM capitalized, pinning Hughes and firing devastating shots in the clinch. Hughes showed resilience, using short elbows and knees to the body to fight back, but MANDEM’s raw power overwhelmed her. He transitioned to dirty boxing, hammering her with uppercuts and hooks that had the crowd roaring. As the round progressed, Hughes found a second wind, launching a spinning elbow that connected flush, opening a cut above MANDEM’s right eye. The blood seemed to fuel his intensity as he doubled down on forward pressure, landing a vicious body-head combination that slowed Hughes’ brief momentum. The round ended with Hughes desperately circling away, throwing long kicks to keep MANDEM at bay, but he closed the distance with a thunderous overhand right that landed just as the horn sounded.

ROUND THREE: Hughes entered the final round knowing she needed a finish. She exploded out of her corner, throwing a high volume barrage of strikes. MANDEM remained composed, slipping punches and countering with brutal precision. Hughes landed a spinning back fist that sent the crowd into a frenzy, but MANDEM absorbed it, his iron chin on full display. MANDEM turned up the pressure, stalking Hughes and landing thunderous hooks to the body that sapped her energy. Hughes attempted a desperate takedown, but MANDEM easily shrugged it off and punished her with a series of knees in the clinch. With two minutes left, Hughes showed immense heart, firing off head kicks and spinning techniques, but MANDEM’s defensive movement nullified her efforts. He closed the distance, landing a series of brutal uppercuts in the clinch that forced the referee to closely monitor the action. The final minute saw Hughes swinging wildly, attempting to land a fight-ending blow, but MANDEM stayed patient, landing calculated counters. The bout ended with MANDEM unleashing a flurry of hooks and body shots, leaving Hughes battered but unbroken as the final horn sounded.

Both fighters retreated to their corners as the crowd erupted into a standing ovation for the gutsy performances they had just witnessed. Mike Dempsey entered the center of the cage to announce the decision. All three judges scored it in favor of MANDEM. The arena exploded as he threw his hands in the air, blood still dripping from the cut above his eye. Despite the loss, Alex Hughes walked over to MANDEM, her face swollen but her spirit intact. The two fighters exchanged a respectful embrace. The crowd roared once more as the fighters raised each other’s hands, a mutual acknowledgment of their grit and determination.

Winner: MANDEM by Unanimous Decision

Statistics: Alex Hughes
Punches 53/158 (34%)
Kicks 24/61 (39%)
Clinch strikes 12/34 (35%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 4/5 (80%)
Time on the ground 0 s

Statistics: MANDEM
Punches 79/115 (69%)
Kicks 7/12 (58%)
Clinch strikes 43/61 (70%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 6/6 (100%)
Time on the ground 0 s

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back ladies and gentlemen from our break for station identification. Moments ago, we witnessed MANDEM secure a decision victory over Alex Hughes in a gritty, back-and-forth battle that should put him on the short list of title contention and now coming up next, we’ve got the Featherweight Championship Grand Prix finals between Isabel Azevedo and Katya Belinskaya — a fight for destiny that’s been months in the making. However, before we get to the action, we’ve got a legend in the house tonight.”

BYRON McCALL: “That’s right, Bodie. If you’ve been around the fight game for any amount of time, you know exactly who Jason Jackson is. A multi-time MMA Champion, Class of 2021 Hall of Fame inductee, ICSC executive, and one of the sharpest minds in the sport. These days, he’s taken a backseat with his duties as a broadcaster to be more involved with his role as a coach at the world-renowned Hit Squad gym.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And what a roster he’s helped build there. The Hit Squad has become a powerhouse in MMA, producing elite talent like Donnie Calabrese, Derrius Webb, Zion Momo’a, and so many more. Byron, you’ve been in the game a long time — what do you think it is about Jason Jackson that makes him such an effective coach?”

BYRON McCALL: “Bodie, he’s a pioneer to this sport. It’s his ability to translate his own championship experience into actionable strategies for his fighters. He’s not just teaching techniques — he’s cultivating a mindset. Jackson knows what it takes to perform under pressure, and that’s exactly why you see so many of his fighters thriving on the big stage.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “No doubt about it. Jason Jackson’s influence continues to shape the next generation of champions. Alright, folks, it’s time for the finals of the Featherweight Championship Grand Prix between Isabel Azevedo and Katya Belinskaya. Two of the best in the world going head-to-head for the gold!”

♫
BROKEN DREAMS…
LIGHT IS GONE AND I FALL AGAIN
EVERY TIME IT’S ALL THE SAME
DARKNESS SINGS…
♫

The haunting, melodic opening of “Phoenix” by Dark Princess reverberates through the arena, an anthem of resilience and rebirth that perfectly encapsulates Katya Belinskaya’s essence. The lights shift to a cool blue hue, casting a shimmering glow over the entrance ramp as fog spills out, adding an ethereal ambiance. The crowd rises to their feet, cheering for the Russian warrior who steps into view, her expression calm and unshaken, as though this moment is just another step on her unyielding journey.

Katya walks with an even pace, her white, blue, and red BST Fightwear kit swaying lightly with each stride. The crowd offers a mixed reaction, but Katya doesn’t seem fazed. Her eyes scan the cage ahead, not out of intimidation, but calculation. 

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, from here on out, it’s all about championship glory! First up, we have Katya Belinskaya making the walk with the same composed energy that’s come to define her career. The Russian native is a fighter who’s truly unflappable. No matter the stakes, no matter the pressure, she takes it all in stride. She’s the kind of fighter who thrives on grit and self-reliance. You can throw the kitchen sink at her and it won’t shake her. She’s as steady as they come, and that makes her a tough puzzle to solve inside the cage.”  

BYRON McCALL: “She’s no stranger to struggle in or out of the octagon, and you can see that reflected in her fighting style — gritty, durable, and relentless. This is a fighter who embraces challenges head-on. She’s not one for theatrics, either. You won’t see Katya buying into the glitz and glamour or trying to play the villain. That’s what makes her dangerous, Bodie. She doesn’t ride emotional highs or lows. She’s just steady — focused on the task at hand. Fighters like Katya Belinskaya are the ones who can weather storms and come out stronger. That’s the kind of mentality you have to possess in order to succeed in this sport, especially when you have the biggest stakes hanging in the balance.”

Reaching the cage, Katya removes her warm-up gear with the same composed ease she’s carried throughout her walkout. The referee approaches for the inspection, but Katya barely reacts, her calm presence making the process feel like a formality. She briefly exchanges a word with her corner, her tone relaxed, even lighthearted.

Katya steps into the cage with an air of quiet confidence, pacing her corner briefly before settling in. As the final notes of “Phoenix” fade into the roar of the crowd, Belinskaya stretches out her arms, shaking them loose, her face an unreadable mask of serenity. She’s now dialed in down the ramp, awaiting her opponent.

♫
WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY BLOOD
WITH EVERY BREATH IN MY LUNGS
WON’T STOP UNTIL I’M PHENOMENAL
♫

The unmistakable opening beat of “Phenomenal” by Eminem sends a ripple of energy through the arena, the defiant tone of the song perfectly matching the aura of Isabel Azevedo. The lights dim, replaced by swirling greens and yellows, with a single spotlight shining straight on the entrance curtain. The crowd erupts, though Azevedo’s demeanor remains unshaken, her laser-focused eyes peering straight ahead.

Azevedo strides down the ramp, her team flanking her in silence, wearing expressions of the same unshakable focus. Her braided hair sways slightly with each step as the crowd’s cheers and chants fail to pierce her mental fortress. 

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And now, making her way to the octagon with that no-nonsense attitude she’s become known for, it’s Isabel Azevedo! The Brazilian standout is a blueprint professional through and through — no theatrics, no showmanship — just pure drive and determination. She’s here to do a job, and you can see it in her eyes, she’s all business tonight. It’s like she’s already visualizing the fight in her head, going through every move, every counter, every adjustment for every scenario.”

BYRON McCALL: “You’re absolutely right, Bodie. Izzi Azevedo is the definition of a pure competitor. She’s not here to win the crowd or sell pay-per-views — she’s here to test herself against the best. That stoic demeanor? It’s no act, it’s exactly who she is when the cage door closes. A true silent assassin. She’s a world-class technician and a relentless problem solver, determined to crack the code in front of her tonight and finally overcome the championship roadblock that’s eluded her three times before.”

Azevedo approaches the cage without breaking stride, her expression unreadable under the glare of the arena lights. She methodically sheds her BST Fightwear warm-ups and steps into the inspection zone, where officials check her gloves and mouthpiece. A faint smirk flickers across her lips as her corner pats her on the back, the only sign of any emotion.

Her stoicism continues as the officials finish their routine. The crowd roars, trying to elicit some reaction, but Azevedo doesn’t even glance their way. She takes a deep breath, her jaw tightens, and she nods to her team before stepping onto the canvas. She paces briefly, bouncing on the balls of her feet, already mentally locked into the battle ahead.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the finals of the Featherweight Championship Grand Prix! Sanctioned by the Saudi Mixed Martial Arts Federation, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Nadeem al-Basher, Abdul Hakeem, and Raj Omer, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Ron Anderson. AND NOW, live from the sold out Kingdom Arena in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, streaming exclusively on the Battleground Network…”

IT’S TIME!

MIKE DEMPSEY: “The following contest is scheduled for five rounds and it is for the inaugural Union Grand Prix Featherweight Championship! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Muay Thai Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of ten wins, three losses, one draw. She stands 5’7” tall, and weighing in at 141.5 pounds. She is from Abinsk, Russia, fighting out of The Factory — presenting the number two ranked Featherweight Contender in the World, Katya Belinskaya!”

Katya Belinskaya looks like she’s been living for this moment, her entire existence seemingly building toward this fight. Her icy gaze is piercing, as if she’s been waiting an eternity to unleash everything she’s worked for. There’s a weight to her presence, a quiet intensity that says this isn’t just another fight — this is her moment to define herself.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And her opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Fighter holding a professional mixed martial arts record of twelve wins, five losses. She stands 5’7” tall, and weighing in at 145 pounds. She is from São Paulo, Brazil, fighting out of Nova Uniao — presenting the former Bantamweight Title Challenger and the number one ranked Featherweight Contender in the World, “Maravilha” Isabel Azevedo!”

Isabel Azevedo stands motionless, a stone-cold figure radiating unshakable resolve. Her arms hang loose at her sides, but there’s a percolating energy beneath the surface, like a wild animal ready to strike. Each deep, deliberate breath she takes seems to draw the chaos around her inward, channeling it into razor-sharp focus. Her exhalations are sharp and forceful, cutting through the air like a warning: she’s here, she’s ready, and nothing will break her.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Here we go, ladies and gentlemen! Twenty-five minutes or less to make history! We’re just moments away from crowning the very first Featherweight Champion — who will rise to the occasion and claim the throne?”

The referee steps into the center of the cage, his commanding presence cutting through the electric tension. He motions for the fighters to meet in the middle, the crowd roaring in anticipation. Standing behind him with the microphone in hand, ring announcer Mike Dempsey watches intently as referee Ron Anderson delivers his final instructions, his voice firm and deliberate.

RON ANDERSON: “Alright, ladies, we’ve gone over the rules in the back. Protect yourselves at all times, follow my commands, touch gloves if you want and let’s keep it clean.”

Both fighters lock eyes in an unspoken declaration of war. The briefest tap of gloves is exchanged, more symbolic than cordial, before they retreat to their corners with purpose. The air in the arena feels heavy, charged with the promise of chaos. As the fighters settle into their stances, Ron Anderson sweeps his gaze over them one final time. With a nod of confirmation, the time is now and there’s no turning back.

ROUND ONE: The referee cues the timekeeper, signaling the start of a historic battle for the inaugural Union GP Featherweight Championship. The stakes couldn’t have been higher, and the intensity was substantial. Isabel Azevedo stormed to the center of the cage, her orthodox stance radiating unshakable confidence. Across from her, Katya Belinskaya moved with calculated precision, circling on the outside with the fluidity of a seasoned southpaw. Azevedo wasted no time, snapping out probing jabs to test Belinskaya’s range and timing. But the Russian underdog quickly made her presence known, showcasing her Muay Thai pedigree with a lightning-quick teep kick that thudded against Azevedo’s midsection, immediately followed by a razor-sharp left cross. The punch landed flush, forcing Azevedo to stumble back, her expression momentarily depicting some surprise. Undeterred, Azevedo planted her feet and fired back with a thunderous overhand right that skimmed Belinskaya’s temple. The Russian, however, barely flinched and closed the distance, initiating a clinch where her skill set thrived. In close quarters, Belinskaya unleashed slicing elbows and vicious knees to the body, each strike drawing a grimace from Azevedo. The momentum appeared to swing toward the Russian, but Azevedo showcased her versatility, countering with a perfectly timed outside trip that sent Belinskaya crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted as Azevedo’s BJJ expertise came to life. She worked methodically, transitioning from half guard to side control with surgical precision. Belinskaya, her face etched with grit, refused to stay grounded. She scrambled fiercely, managing to return to her feet in the final seconds of the round. As the horn sounded, the atmosphere was electric. Azevedo’s grappling control gave her a slight advantage, but Belinskaya’s striking left an undeniable impression. It was a battle of contrasting styles, and the fight’s trajectory remained as unpredictable as ever.

ROUND TWO: As the second round began, Katya Belinskaya wasted no time taking the fight to Isabel Azevedo. The Russian southpaw came out aggressive, unleashing a relentless barrage of kicks that cracked against Azevedo’s legs and torso with devastating force. Each strike chipped away at the Brazilian’s mobility, her powerful stance visibly faltering under the assault. Then, in a flash of creativity, Belinskaya spun into a back elbow that grazed Azevedo’s cheek, slicing it open and drawing a thin streak of blood. Azevedo’s face hardened, her stoic demeanor never wavering. She absorbed the punishment and waited for her moment. When Belinskaya launched another body kick, Azevedo caught it cleanly, driving forward with a textbook double leg takedown that slammed Belinskaya to the canvas. On the ground, Azevedo’s expertise in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu took center stage once again. She quickly transitioned to mount, pinning Belinskaya beneath her weight as she peppered her with short, measured punches. Each strike served a purpose, opening windows for potential submissions. Belinskaya, however, showed the heart of a warrior, bucking violently and managing to shift into half guard. While she avoided the worst of Azevedo’s offense, she couldn’t escape the steady barrage of ground and pound that kept her on the defensive. With time slipping away, Belinskaya summoned her trademark resilience. Using the cage to her advantage, she created just enough space to explode into a scramble, clawing her way back to her feet. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, but Katya wasn’t done. Seizing the moment, she unleashed a thunderous head kick that smacked against Azevedo’s guard, the sheer impact sending the Brazilian stumbling backward. The horn sounded before Belinskaya could capitalize, but the momentum was undeniable. While Azevedo controlled much of the round on the ground, the Russian’s striking brilliance and unwavering toughness shifted the energy in her favor. The battle was heating up, and the championship stakes had never felt higher.

ROUND THREE: With the fight hanging in the balance, Isabel Azevedo stormed into the third round like a woman possessed. Determined to re-establish control, she opened with a blistering one-two combination, the punches snapping Katya Belinskaya’s head back and forcing her to reset. But the Russian wouldn’t be outdone. Closing the distance, Belinskaya delivered a brutal elbow in the clinch that thudded against Azevedo’s face, immediately swelling her left eye. Belinskaya’s striking was a masterclass in precision and variety. Knees to the body seamlessly flowed into slicing elbows, keeping Azevedo guessing. The crowd roared as the Russian pressed forward, her offense sharp and unrelenting. Yet, despite the punishment, Azevedo remained calm and calculated. Timing her level change to perfection, Azevedo shot low and drove Belinskaya to the mat with a clever takedown. The momentum shifted dramatically as Isabel’s grappling took over. From top position, she moved effortlessly to side control, her pressure suffocating. The Brazilian wasted no time attacking, isolating Katya’s arm and wrenching it into a deep kimura attempt. The tension was high in the arena as Belinskaya grimaced, her body twisting in desperation to fend off the submission. Somehow, the Russian dug deep and found a way to survive, using sheer determination to fight off the kimura and scramble back to her feet in the final minute. Exhaustion was beginning to show in her movements, but she wasn’t finished yet. Summoning her last reserves, she launched a flying knee that came alarmingly close to landing flush. Azevedo narrowly evaded the strike, proving her relentless pressure was beginning to take its toll on her opponent. As the horn sounded, the contrast was clear: Belinskaya’s striking had moments of brilliance, but Azevedo’s ferocious grappling was starting to drain the life out of her. The war of attrition was tilting in the Brazilian’s favor, with championship gold inching closer to her grasp.

ROUND FOUR: The championship rounds began with a noticeable sense of urgency, and Isabel Azevedo seized the moment like a predator closing in for the kill. Her movements were sharp and deliberate, feinting a jab to bait Belinskaya’s defense before exploding into a lightning-fast double leg takedown. The impact reverberated through the canvas as the Brazilian slammed her opponent to the ground, drawing a roar from the crowd. This time, Azevedo left no room for escape. Her transitions were flawless, a masterclass in control and precision. She passed effortlessly into dominant positions, finally taking Belinskaya’s back with surgical efficiency. As the Russian squirmed to free herself, Azevedo’s legs locked around her torso like steel clamps, anchoring her in place. The tension in the arena reached a fever pitch as Azevedo worked her arms under Belinskaya’s chin. With the crowd on its feet, the Brazilian cinched a rear naked choke, her forearm slicing like a blade against Katya’s throat. Belinskaya fought desperately, clawing at Azevedo’s hands with every ounce of strength she had left. Her face reddened, veins bulging with the effort to survive, but the grip was unbreakable. Just past the halfway mark of the fourth round, the inevitable came. Belinskaya’s hand tapped against Azevedo’s forearm, and the referee immediately stepped in to stop the fight. Azevedo released the hold, collapsing to her knees as tears streamed down her face. 

Isabel Azevedo had done it. After countless battles and near misses, she claimed the inaugural Union GP Featherweight Championship, cementing her place in history with a performance that left no doubt she was the division’s queen.

As Isabel Azevedo climbs the fence in celebration, the crowd explodes into a deafening roar, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch. She stands atop the cage, arms raised triumphantly, basking in the glory of her victory. Meanwhile, the ringside physicians rush into the octagon to check on Katya Belinskaya, who remains on the canvas, still recovering from the brutal choke.  

Tense moments pass as the doctors conduct a quick but thorough examination. Slowly, Belinskaya begins to push herself up. The crowd watches intently, their applause growing as the Russian regains her footing, proving the toughness that has defined her entire career. With the physicians satisfied, they exit the cage, and the focus shifts back to the center of the octagon. Both fighters meet in the middle for the official announcement. 

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Ron Anderson has called for a stop in this fight at three minutes twelve seconds in the fourth round, declaring the winner by submission, AAAAAND NEEEEEW undisputed Union Grand Prix Featherweight Champion of the World, “Maravilha” Isabel Azevedo!”

The arena erupts in thunderous applause as Isabel Azevedo is declared the winner, the crowd’s cheers shaking the very walls of the venue. Union GP Founder Dante Reed steps into the cage, a proud smile on his face as he drapes the newly minted Featherweight Championship belt around Azevedo’s waist. The gold glimmers under the lights, marking the culmination of a long and grueling journey.

In a show of respect, Azevedo and Belinskaya share a firm handshake, both fighters acknowledging the fierce battle they just waged. The respect is mutual, the rivalry put aside for a brief moment in the aftermath. With a nod, they part ways, each walking toward their coaches with their own sense of pride, their own story written into the history of the division.

As the camera pulls back, a graphic flashes on screen, displaying the final fight statistics, all painting a picture of a hard-fought contest. Meanwhile, the commentators break down the action, offering a detailed summary of the fight’s pivotal moments, highlighting the tactical brilliance and resilience shown by both fighters throughout the bout. 

Winner: Isabel Azevedo by Submission (RNC) at 3:12 Round 4

Statistics: Isabel Asevedo
Punches 18/36 (50%)  
Kicks 2/5 (40%)  
Clinch strikes 6/10 (60%)  
Takedowns 5/7 (71%)  
GnP strikes 21/30 (70%)  
Submissions 2/3 (67%)  
Clinch Attempts 1/1 (100%)  
Time on the ground 322 s

Statistics: Katya Belinskaya
Punches 28/52 (54%)  
Kicks 12/18 (67%)  
Clinch strikes 18/24 (75%)  
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)  
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)  
Submissions 0/0 (0%)  
Clinch Attempts 2/3 (67%)  
Time on the ground 322 s

The atmosphere inside the octagon is charged with raw energy. The crowd is still roaring as the adrenaline from the intense battle lingers in the air. Fans are on their feet, eyes glued to the new champion, Isabel Azevedo, who stands at the center of the cage. Her expression is a mixture of accomplishment and relief with the championship belt gleaming over her shoulder, a symbol of her hard-earned victory. The energy is radiating off the fans as Bodie Sullivan steps forward, microphone in hand, ready to capture the weight of this historic achievement. The scene is alive, every eye focused on Isabel Azevedo, who has just carved her name into the history books.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the winner AND NEW Featherweight Champion, Isabel Azevedo! Izzi, congratulations on becoming the first-ever Union GP Featherweight Champion. You’ve just made history tonight. A tremendous performance. How are you feeling right now after such a hard-fought battle?”

The crowd roars with a wave of appreciation washing over Azevedo as she stands in the center of the octagon, still catching her breath. The lights overhead seem to shine brighter as the atmosphere hums with excitement. Azevedo holds her newly won championship belt, the gold gleaming under the spotlights, her face reflecting a mix of exhaustion and pride. She turns to Bodie, her focus steady as she prepares to speak through the translator.

ISABEL AZEVEDO (through translator): “Thank you so much, Bodie. This moment is very special for me. It has been a long road to get here, and I couldn’t be more proud to be the first champion of this division. Katya is a warrior, and I respect her greatly. She pushed me to my limits tonight.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “It was a grueling fight, no doubt. Katya came out strong, but you showed incredible composure, especially with your grappling. You looked like a surgeon out there. How did you manage to keep your focus and control the pace after a tough start?”

ISABEL AZEVEDO (through translator): “I always stay focused on the task at hand. I know that every fight is different, and it’s not about how you start, it’s about how you finish. I’ve trained for moments like this. Katya is very skilled, but I knew I had to be patient and wait for my opportunities. Once I got her to the ground, I felt in control.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Your grappling was definitely the difference-maker tonight. It was like you knew exactly how to break her down. Now, you’ve got the title. What’s next for Isabel Azevedo?”

ISABEL AZEVEDO (through translator): “This is just the beginning. I want to prove that this division is one of the best in the world. I’m here to elevate the Featherweight division, bring in new talent, and show everyone what we can do. The work doesn’t stop here. I will defend this title with everything I have, and I will continue to improve with each fight.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “It’s clear you have big plans for the division. The crowd is behind you, Izzi, before we let you go, is there anything you’d like to say to the fans who’ve been supporting you throughout this journey?”

ISABEL AZEVEDO (through translator): “I want to thank everyone here tonight and all the fans who have supported me from the beginning. This is for you. Thank you for believing in me. I promise to keep pushing, keep fighting, and keep representing this sport with everything I have. Obrigado!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “There you have it, folks. Congratulations again, Izzi, we can’t wait to see you again in action. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up one more time for your new Union GP Featherweight Champion!”

The camera zooms out as Isabel stands proudly in the center of the cage, the championship belt glimmering under the lights. The crowd continues to cheer, the echoes of their approval filling the arena as the feed fades to a close.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back, everyone! Moments ago, Isabel Azevedo delivered a masterclass performance, submitting Katya Belinskaya with a picture-perfect rear naked choke to become the inaugural Featherweight Champion. What a way to make history! But the night isn’t over yet. Up next, we’ve got the highly anticipated Welterweight Championship Grand Prix finals between Kirk Jenkins and Hendrik Geen. Before we get to that, though, we’ve got another legend in attendance tonight.”

BYRON McCALL: “You bet, Bodie. We’ve got Dallas Meechan in the house tonight! A former Bantamweight Champion and one of the true pioneers of that division. Meechan is tied for second all-time in title defenses with four, which speaks volumes about his dominance in the sport. And let’s not forget his epic trilogy with Lauren Moore, who was just inducted into the Hall of Fame this year. That rivalry elevated the Bantamweight division to new heights and captured the attention of millions of fans.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Absolutely, B-Mac. Meechan’s contributions to the sport can’t be overstated. His battles with Moore were the stuff of legend — technical, gritty, and emotionally charged. It’s rivalries like that which have made the Bantamweight division one of the deepest and most competitive divisions in the entire industry. You’ve got to think it’s only a matter of time before Meechan gets the Hall of Fame nod himself.”

BYRON McCALL: “No question about it, Bodie. Meechan is the definition of a future Hall of Famer. He’s not just a fighter — he’s a trailblazer. Whether it was his precision striking, his relentless pace, or his championship mindset, he set the standard for what it means to be a Bantamweight Champion. Seeing him here tonight is a reminder of just how much of an impact he’s had on this sport.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Well said. It’s always great to see legends like Dallas Meechan in the crowd. Alright, folks, don’t go anywhere. Up next, the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix finals between Kirk Jenkins and Hendrik Geen. Two warriors battling it out for the ultimate prize.”

♫ 
PRAY FOR BLOOD  
PRAY FOR THE CLEANSING, PRAY FOR THE FLOOD  
PRAY FOR THE END OF THIS NIGHTMARE  
THIS LIE OF A LIFE CAN AS QUICKLY AS IT CAME DISSOLVE 
♫

The arena comes to life as the lights dim, plunging the crowd into a sea of shadows. Suddenly, the opening riffs of “Walk With Me in Hell” by Lamb of God thunder through the speakers. A blood-red spotlight blazes to life at the top of the ramp, cutting through the darkness, revealing Hendrik Geen. Draped in a red, white, and blue Netherlands flag, he looks every inch the warrior — a man forged through a lifetime of discipline, combat, and sacrifice.  

Geen stands still for a moment, his eyes fixed on the octagon ahead, the symbol of his transition from world-class kickboxer to potential MMA champion. His face is a guise of intensity, his jaw clenched, his breathing slow and controlled. Behind him, his cousin and mentor, Jakko Wirman, walks with military precision, a steadying presence that exudes quiet confidence.

As the bass drops, Geen begins his march. Each step is deliberate, his head bobbing ever so slightly to the beat, his fists clenched at his sides. The crowd roars, caught up in the primal energy of the moment. Ringside cameras capture the details: the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, the laser focus in his eyes, the clenched muscles in his forearms that speak of the storm brewing inside.

Halfway down the ramp, Geen stops. He removes the flag, handing it to Jakko. Hendrik raises his arms, flexing his hands open and closed as if loosening a grip on restraint. Then, with a sharp exhale, he continues the walk, every step carrying the weight of his rigorous training and the promise of glory.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Alright folks, we’ve crowned one inaugural champion tonight, let’s make it a double! Making the walk to the octagon is none other than Hendrik Geen, a kickboxing sensation who has defied the odds placed against him in the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix. Despite being just three fights into his MMA career, Geen has shocked the world, dismantling opponents with precision and poise — including a stunning upset over former Everest MMA Welterweight Champion Kian De Beer. Tonight, he stands on the brink of immortality. One more victory, and his name will forever be etched in the history books as the first Union GP Welterweight Champion.”

BYRON McCALL: “Hendrik Geen may be new to MMA, but he’s no stranger to combat. As a decorated kickboxer, he’s walked through the fire of world-class competition, sharpening a striking arsenal that can devastate anyone in his path. That said, the leap from kickboxing to MMA is monumental. It’s one thing to excel in one art, but to succeed here, you’ve got to be the total package. So far, Geen has answered every question, using his movement, timing, and fight IQ to keep fights in his wheelhouse. But tonight, the stakes couldn’t be higher, and his opponent, Kirk Jenkins, may look to push Geen into unfamiliar waters. The real test for Hendrik is whether he can handle the storm, especially if this fight veers off the striking exchanges and into some grappling sequences. If this remains a striking battle, I’d say the odds favor Geen. But as we’ve seen in MMA, anything can happen. For Hendrik Geen, this is the ultimate proving ground — a chance to erase the doubts and solidify himself as not just a kickboxing specialist, but a legitimate MMA world champion.”

Arriving at the cageside inspection area, Hendrik’s stoic demeanor softens just slightly. He exchanges a firm nod with the official as they begin their pre-fight routine. Arms outstretched, he stands perfectly still as they inspect his gloves and protective gear. The official applies Vaseline to his face, the cold touch contrasting with the heat of the moment. Jakko murmurs a few last-second instructions, like a general briefing his soldier before battle. 

As the gate opens, Hendrik steps inside the octagon, his domain for the next twenty-five minutes. He circles the interior briefly, taking it all in — the crowd’s energy, the smell of the canvas, the enormity of the moment. Then, in a move that electrifies the audience, he slams both fists against his chest and roars, a primal declaration that this is his time.

♫
OH, WHEN YOU WALK BY EVERY NIGHT  
TALKING SWEET AND LOOKING FINE  
I GET KIND OF HECTIC INSIDE  
MMM, BABY, I’M SO INTO YOU  
DARLING, IF YOU ONLY KNEW  
ALL THE THINGS THAT FLOW THROUGH MY MIND 
♫

The arena’s atmosphere takes an unexpected turn as the unmistakable pop melody of “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey erupts from the speakers, completely flipping the mood. A wave of confused chuckles ripples through the crowd, quickly drowned out by cheers and laughter as Kirk Jenkins bursts onto the stage. The man is pure chaos incarnate, decked out in a dazzling sequin robe that shimmers under the spotlight. He bounces on his feet, throwing playful shadowboxing combinations into the air, his movements exaggerated and theatrical.  

Jenkins pauses at the top of the ramp, throwing his arms out wide as if soaking in the adoration of a sold-out crowd at a pop concert instead of an MMA event. The smile plastered on his face is equal parts mischievous and self-assured. He’s here to fight, sure, but he’s also here to make a spectacle. With a spin, he whips the robe off, revealing neon pink fight shorts adorned with glittery stars. He tosses the robe into the crowd without a care in the world, prompting an eruption of cheers from the lucky fans scrambling to grab it.

Jenkins dances down the ramp, shimmying and swaying to the beat like a man who knows this is his world, and everyone else is just living in it. His cornermen try to stay serious, but even they can’t help cracking up at the spectacle. Jenkins doesn’t just march to the beat of his own drum — he’s got an entire parade behind him.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “The Kingdom Arena is roaring as Kirk Jenkins begins his walkout for the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix finals! Jenkins has been nothing short of an unstoppable force in the division, amassing a stellar professional record of 17-4-1. At just 30 years old, he’s entering the prime of his career, and tonight, he aims to cement his legacy by claiming Union GP gold. Jenkins has earned the reputation of being an aggressive, high-pressure striker and having an ironclad chin. This is a man who thrives on breaking opponents with his unpredictable and relentless pace. He’s riding a three-fight win streak, if you include his fight on DRIP 13 that earned him a Union GP contract, and continues to show improvements in all aspects of the game.”

BYRON McCALL: “Kirk Jenkins is as battle-tested as they come. He’s not afraid to exchange in the pocket, but against someone like Hendrik Geen, he’ll need to mix it up and stay unpredictable. And let’s not forget his cardio — this man can push a relentless pace, which will be crucial in a five-round championship fight. He’s coming off a stellar performance at UGP 61, where he displayed some solid versatility and resilience, and he’s garnered a reputation for being able to dig deep when it counts. Tonight, he’s got the chance to etch his name into Union Grand Prix history by claiming the Welterweight Championship. Standing in his way is the fierce Hendrik Geen, who is equally dangerous and equally motivated. Geen is no walk in the park, but here’s the thing about Jenkins — he thrives in high-pressure situations. That comes from years of honing his craft and learning how to overcome adversity. If he can impose his game plan early, mix in those striking combinations, and test Geen’s defensive grappling, we could see Jenkins putting the exclamation point on an already phenomenal year. The Welterweight Championship Grand Prix Finals is finally here, and this has all the makings of an instant classic!”

At the inspection station, Jenkins doesn’t make things easy. He jokingly flexes his arms and strikes a pose for the official, who barely stifles a laugh before getting to work. “Don’t mess up the money maker,” Jenkins quips as Vaseline is applied to his face, earning another round of laughs from nearby officials. He even takes a second to wink at the camera, blowing an exaggerated kiss to the fans at home.

When the cage door opens, Jenkins jogs in, immediately climbing the fence and perching on the top like a rock star about to stage dive. He points to a section of the crowd, miming a dance move before hopping down and circling the octagon. Despite the ridiculous antics, there’s no mistaking the glint in his eyes. Beneath all the showmanship lies a fighter with unshakable confidence and a knack for turning unpredictability into his deadliest weapon.

As the song fades, Jenkins struts to his corner, tossing a mock salute to Hendrik Geen. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, knowing they’re in for something unforgettable. Kirk Jenkins, the wild, unorthodox party animal, is ready to bring the chaos to the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix Finals.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the finals of the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix! Sanctioned by the Saudi Mixed Martial Arts Federation, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Nadeem al-Basher, Abdul Hakeem, and Raj Omer, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Darrell Stevens. AND NOW, live from the sold out Kingdom Arena in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 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 Welterweight Championship! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Kickboxer holding a perfect professional mixed martial arts record of three wins, no losses. He stands 6’3” tall, and weighing in at 170 pounds. He is from Amsterdam, Netherlands, fighting out of the Hit Squad — presenting the number two ranked Welterweight Contender in the World, “The Dutch” Hendrik Geen!”

As the ring announcer’s booming voice echoes through the arena, Hendrik Geen stands stoically in his corner. His hands rest on his hips, his burly frame appearing almost statuesque under the bright lights. His eyes are locked on his opponent across the cage. Hendrik raises a single fist, drawing a roar from the crowd before lowering it with a measured calm.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Muay Thai Kickboxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of seventeen wins, four losses, one draw. He stands 6’1” tall, and weighing in at 170 pounds. He is from Albuquerque, New Mexico, fighting out of Powerhouse Apex Center — presenting the number one ranked Welterweight Contender in the World, “Cyanide” Kirk Jenkins!”

Jenkins springs into action, spinning into the center of the cage like a breakdancer hitting a highlight reel. He throws his hands in the air, beckoning the audience to cheer louder, and starts clapping along, playfully coaxing them to match his energy. At one point, he imitates shooting finger guns at Hendrik Geen, drawing a mix of laughs and oohs from the crowd. Unbothered by the enormity of the moment, Jenkins performs an exaggerated bow toward the announcer before swaggering back to his corner, bouncing on his toes and shaking out his arms, looking as though he’s ready to turn the fight into the wildest show anyone’s ever seen. 

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Folks, straps yourselves in because we are in for a wild ride! Two very contrasting fighters with lethal skill sets are all set to unleash a possible twenty-five minutes of high octane action! The man whose hand is raised in the end will usher in a new era and become the first Union GP Welterweight Champion!”

The referee strides to the center of the cage with the weight of the moment etched into his every movement. He motions for both fighters to step forward, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. Behind him, ring announcer Mike Dempsey holds the microphone, his presence amplifying the gravity of the scene. Referee Darrell Stevens locks eyes with each fighter, his voice steady and commanding as he delivers the final instructions.  

DARRELL STEVENS: “Alright gentlemen, we’ve gone through the rules in the back. Protect yourself at all times, follow my instructions, touch gloves and let’s do it.”

The cage feels electric as the fighters inch closer, their eyes burning with intensity. They exchange a brief, almost instinctive tap of gloves. The moment their gloves part, both men retreat to their corners with calculated urgency, adrenaline pumping through their veins.

As they settle into their stances, the crowd roars, sensing the storm about to unfold. Darrell Stevens scans the fighters one last time, his gaze sharp and deliberate. With a subtle nod to each, he confirms their readiness. In this charged instant, time seems to slow as the weight of the impending clash settles over the arena. All that’s left is the sound of the referee’s command and the eruption of violence waiting to ignite.

ROUND ONE: The Kingdom Arena was booming as Kirk Jenkins and Hendrik Geen stepped into the center, their very presence igniting a firestorm of energy. This was the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix finals — no second chances, no tomorrow, just two men with everything to gain and everything to lose. Jenkins prowled his corner like a predator, his wild eyes scanning the cage, exuding an unpredictable energy that felt ready to erupt. In stark contrast, Geen stood almost static, his body taut with discipline, his gaze unflinching. Jenkins exploded forward like a missile, unleashing a savage overhand right that whistled past Geen’s head. The Dutch southpaw was unshaken, pivoting smoothly and stabbing a teep kick into Jenkins’ midsection with precision that made the crowd gasp. The sound of the impact echoed in the charged air, halting Jenkins momentarily, but only fueling his fire. Jenkins retaliated with a brutal leg kick, the crack of shin meeting muscle cutting through the arena’s roar like a whip. Geen’s poise was unbreakable. He circled methodically, his sharp footwork keeping him just out of reach, snapping crisp jabs to the body to disrupt Jenkins’ relentless pace. But Jenkins was undeterred. Sensing an opportunity, he blitzed forward with a blistering combination — a jab-cross-hook that backed Geen against the cage. The arena erupted as Jenkins closed the distance, launching elbows with reckless fury in the clinch. Geen responded with the precision of a seasoned veteran. He locked Jenkins’ posture, firing two devastating knees into his ribs that echoed like gunshots before twisting free with a deft spin. The tide shifted. Now commanding the center of the cage, Geen’s calm demeanor transformed into calculated aggression. He feinted high, baiting Jenkins’ guard, then shot a vicious oblique kick to the lead leg with surgical accuracy. The crack of the impact was sickening. Jenkins let out an agonized roar as his leg crumpled grotesquely beneath him, sending him crashing to the canvas. The referee wasted no time, diving in to stop the fight as medical staff instantly sprinted into the cage. The crowd was electric, their cheers deafening as Hendrik Geen raised his arms, his stoic guise cracking to reveal unrestrained emotion. In that moment, Hendrik Geen was no longer just a kickboxer or a man’s man. He was a champion, the inaugural Union GP Welterweight King.

The cage soon was shrouded in tension as the ringside physicians moved with precision and urgency, working to stabilize Kirk Jenkins’ shattered leg. Every second felt like an eternity as they secured him for the inevitable stretcher ride out of the octagon. While the doctors worked tirelessly, Hendrik Geen stepped to the center of the cage, his expression a mix of relief, triumph, and uncontainable emotion. The spotlight bathed him in a brilliant light as he awaited the official announcement.  

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Darrell Stevens has called for a stop in this fight at two minutes fifty-eight seconds in the very first round, declaring the winner by technical knockout, AAAAAND NEEEEEW undisputed Union Grand Prix Welterweight Champion of the World, “The Dutch” Hendrik Geen!”

The arena erupted in chaos as Hendrik Geen was crowned champion. Cheers, whistles, and chants ricocheted off the walls as Union GP Founder Dante Reed entered the cage, ceremoniously wrapping the gleaming new Welterweight Title around Geen’s waist. Hendrik threw his arms into the air, the belt shining under the lights. His teammates surged into the cage, embracing him in a swarm of celebrations, while Geen turned to the crowd, his fist pounding against his chest.

Behind the celebration, Jenkins was carefully stretchered out. On the screens above, the fight’s statistics flashed, each number telling the story of Hendrik Geen’s precision and power. The commentators’ voices carried over the pandemonium, delivering a somber yet electrifying recap of a moment that would be etched in Union GP history forever. 

Winner: Hendrik Geen by TKO (Leg Injury) at 2:58 Round 1

Statistics: Kirk Jenkins
Punches 5/12 (42%)  
Kicks 1/3 (33%)  
Clinch Strikes 0/0 (0%)  
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)  
GnP Strikes 0/0 (0%)  
Submissions 0/0 (0%)  
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)  
Time on the Ground 0 s

Statistics: Hendrik Geen
Punches 6/10 (60%)  
Kicks 5/7 (71%)  
Clinch Strikes 2/2 (100%)  
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 Kingdom Arena is still roaring as fans cheer, chant, and revel in the shocking conclusion of the Welterweight Grand Prix Finals. Hendrik Geen stands in the center of the cage, his face flushed with emotion, the Union GP Welterweight Championship gleaming around his waist. The Dutch striker’s calm exterior has given way to fiery confidence, his hands resting on his hips as he soaks in the moment. Bodie Sullivan, microphone in hand, steps forward to conduct the post-fight interview.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the winner AND NEW Union Grand Prix Welterweight Champion of the World, Hendrik Geen! Hendrik, first of all, congratulations on this monumental victory. Four fights into your MMA career, and you’ve climbed to the very top. Describe this moment for us — what does it mean to you?”

HENDRIK GEEN: “It’s a dream, man, but it’s a dream I’ve been working toward my whole life. Y’all see me here with a handful of fights in MMA, but don’t get it twisted — I’m not new to fighting! I’ve been grinding, bleeding, sweating for years. Tonight, I just proved that no matter where you put me, I’ll rise to the top. This belt right here? It’s only the beginning.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “You came in as the underdog against Kirk Jenkins, one of the most experienced fighters in the division. Walk us through your mindset going into this fight and how you were able to overcome such a formidable opponent.”

HENDRIK GEEN:  “Mindset? It’s simple. I knew Kirk was tough, I knew he’d bring the heat, but I also knew he couldn’t keep up with me. He had his game plan, and I respected it, but I dismantled it piece by piece. I stayed sharp, stayed focused, and when the moment came to shut him down, I didn’t hesitate. Props to him for stepping in here with me, but tonight, I showed there’s levels to this.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Hendrik, your striking was pinpoint, and that oblique kick changed everything. Was that part of the game plan coming in?”

HENDRIK GEEN: “Absolutely. My coaches and I saw the opening for it in his wide stance, and we drilled it to perfection. Look, I’ve spent my life in the Kickboxing game, and that’s my world. I knew if I kept it standing, I’d find a way to break him. That kick? That was precision, technique, and a little bit of that Dutch power.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “One last question for you, champ. You’re holding the most coveted prize in the division now. What’s next for Hendrik Geen? Are you ready for the inevitable flood of challengers?”

HENDRIK GEEN: “I’m not just ready — I’m waiting. Anybody, anytime, anywhere. Bring ‘em all. You think you’ve got what it takes? Step up, and we’ll see who’s really about it. I came here to dominate, and this belt ain’t going anywhere. To all those watching, just remember this — I may be new to the MMA scene, but I ain’t new to fighting. I was built for this!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “There you have it, folks! Hendrik Geen, your new Union GP Welterweight Champion, making a statement here tonight! Give it up one last time ladies and gentlemen!”

The arena explodes with applause as Hendrik Geen raises the belt high above his head. Bodie Sullivan nods, a smile on his face as he concludes the interview. Geen and his teammates gather together to snap a selfie before the feed fades to a commercial break.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back, everyone! Just before the break, we witnessed an absolutely shocking conclusion to the Welterweight Championship Grand Prix finals. Hendrik Geen delivered a crushing oblique kick that led to a freak leg injury for Kirk Jenkins, securing a TKO victory and cementing himself as the inaugural Welterweight Champion. What a moment for Geen, but what a tough break — literally — for Jenkins.”

BYRON McCALL: “Yeah, Bodie, that was hard to watch. Jenkins is as tough as they come, but that’s the nature of the sport sometimes. Credit to Geen for executing his game plan and showcasing his kickboxing pedigree. Now he sits at the top of a fast rising division.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Absolutely. But shifting gears for a moment, we’ve got another legend in the house tonight, the one of one Delaney Donovan sitting cageside. You talk about greatness — this man defines it. A former Lightweight and Middleweight Champion, and the only fighter to hold two titles simultaneously. His resume is nothing short of remarkable.”

BYRON McCALL: “No kidding, Bodie. Donovan’s accomplishments are on another level. Most fight of the night bonuses in history, seven consecutive title defenses, and Fight of the Year honors four years straight. Let’s not forget he was inducted into the Hall of Fame just last year. And if that wasn’t enough, he’s now shaping the sport from behind the scenes as an ICSC executive and the head coach for Kratos Combat Sports.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And his work as a coach has been just as impressive. Kratos Combat Sports has produced some of the most well-rounded and dangerous fighters in the game today. B-Mac, you’ve been in this sport a long time — where does ‘Laney Legend rank among the all-time greats?”

BYRON McCALL: “Bodie, he’s got to be on everybody’s Mount Rushmore of MMA, no question about it. The guy excelled in two divisions, broke records left and right, and redefined what it means to be a champion. Beyond that, his impact as a coach and executive ensures his legacy will be felt for generations. Delaney Donovan isn’t just an all-time great — he’s a cornerstone of this sport.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Well said, Byron. It’s always a privilege to see someone like Delaney Donovan in the crowd. Alright, folks, coming up next, the Co-Main Event of the evening. Alexander Sokolov puts his Middleweight Championship on the line in a high stakes rematch against former champion Derrius Webb. Don’t go anywhere — this is going to be a war!”

♫
DRANKIN’ DOPE TURNED ME TO A SUPERHERO, YEAH, YEAH
HIT THAT PILL, TURNED ME TO A SUPERHERO, YEAH, YEAH
BOOMINATI TURNED ME TO A SUPERHERO, YEAH, YEAH (METRO)
(IF YOUNG METRO DON’T TRUST YOU, I’M GON’ SHOOT YOU)
♫

The arena lights dimmed, plunging the crowd into a restraining hush. The booming bassline of “Superhero (Heroes and Villains)” by Metro Boomin, Future, and Chris Brown thundered through the speakers, sending a ripple of excitement across the building. A single spotlight ignited at the top of the fighter tunnel, illuminating Derrius Webb in his unmistakable silhouette.

Dressed in a black BST Fightwear kit with white spider webs, Spyda emerged with a measured, deliberate pace. His head was bowed, shoulders squared. The hood of his walkout jacket cast a shadow over his steely eyes, yet the confidence and hunger radiated from his every movement. The crowd erupted in cheers, but Webb seemed impervious, locked into his world where redemption was the only mission.

As the lyrics kicked in, the arena vibrated with raw energy. The song’s pulsating rhythm matched the former champion’s cadence as he strolled down the aisle, fists clenched at his sides. Behind him, his team followed with grim determination, their eyes mirroring their fighter’s intensity. The camera zoomed in on Webb’s face, capturing his piercing gaze as he neared the octagon. This wasn’t just another fight — this was war. Tonight was his chance to rewrite his story.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Making the walk now for this Middleweight Championship Co-Main Event is the former Middleweight Champion himself, Derrius Webb. At just 24 years old, Webb is just scratching the surface of his prime, and tonight, he looks to become only the eighth fighter in Union Grand Prix history to reclaim championship gold. With an impressive record of 21-5 that includes a record-breaking 10-fight winning streak — 14 if you count his final stint in Everest MMA — as well as a division record-breaking 5 title defenses, Webb’s legacy is undeniable. But the stakes couldn’t be higher tonight. Former champions are 2-8 all-time in immediate title rematches, and Webb is aiming to flip that script tonight against Alexander Sokolov.”

BYRON McCALL: “Derrius Webb is one of the most dynamic strikers we’ve ever seen in the middleweight division. His ability to control distance with his kicks, his laser-sharp counters, and that relentless pressure make him a nightmare for anyone standing across from him. But what really sets Webb apart is his fight IQ. He adapts on the fly, and when he smells blood, you better believe he’s going for the finish. That being said, Sokolov is no slouch, and their last fight proved just how razor-thin the margin of error is at this level. Their last fight was an instant classic, with Sokolov walking away with a narrow majority decision victory. Tonight, Webb has the chance to not only avenge that loss but also reclaim the throne he once held so dominantly. The question is, has he made the adjustments necessary to overcome the reigning champion? His demeanor tonight certainly seems to suggest he’s ready to answer that question.”

At the inspection area, Webb stopped. He removed his jacket with precision, revealing a physique carved from stone. The crowd roared louder as he turned toward the officials for inspection. He planted his feet firmly, arms outstretched, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. The official meticulously patted him down, checking his gloves and body.

Next came the face greasing. Webb leaned slightly forward, hands resting on his hips as the cutman smeared Vaseline across his cheekbones and brow. His expression remained unchanged, a look of composure as the bright lights reflected off the sheen on his face.

With the ritual complete, Webb turned back to his corner, shaking out his arms and rolling his shoulders. He climbed the steps to the Octagon, pausing briefly at the door. He crouched, touched the canvas, and whispered something inaudible — a private moment between himself and the battleground.

Stepping inside, Webb paced the perimeter. The energy in the arena reached a fever pitch as Webb raised a fist to the crowd, drawing a fresh wave of cheers. He then retreated to his corner, bouncing lightly on his toes, an uncrowned king ready to reclaim his throne.

At this moment, the arena plunges into total darkness, save for a single blood-red spotlight slicing through the void at the top of the walkway. The haunting opening chords of “1984” by Slaughter to Prevail thunder through the air, an ominous harbinger of what’s to come. The tension is palpable, and then the guttural opening line hits like a shockwave.

♫
WHAT IF IT’S ABOUT YOU?!
♫

The cameras snap to Alexander Sokolov. He steps into the spotlight like a figure out of a nightmare, his towering frame cloaked in shadow, his face concealed beneath his signature “Kid of Darkness” mask. This time, the mask gleams with a menacing twist — a gold crown painted atop the skull, a symbol of the reigning king who refuses to relinquish his throne. His movements are deliberate, each step heavy with intent as he begins his march to the octagon.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And now, making his way to the octagon, the reigning and defending Middleweight Champion of the Union Grand Prix, Alexander Sokolov! With a professional record of 13 wins and 3 losses, Sokolov has become just the second Russian-born champion in Union GP history, following in the footsteps of Viktor Volkov. Sokolov carries the weight of honor and legacy every time he steps into the cage. But it’s not just about history for him — it’s about proving, night after night, that he is the undisputed king of this division. Riding an incredible 7-fight win streak, this Russian powerhouse captured the gold in a grueling war against Derrius Webb just three months ago, earning Fight of the Night honors at UGP 60. Tonight, he looks to solidify his reign as a champion who could rule this division with an iron fist.”

BYRON McCALL: “And that crown didn’t come easy. His victory over Webb was one of the most grueling five-round battles we’ve seen, with both men leaving everything inside the cage. But tonight, Sokolov can’t afford to look back. His opponent is coming in hungry and determined to reclaim the throne. With that said though, Sokolov epitomizes composure under pressure. He doesn’t just win; he breaks his opponents down piece by piece. His striking is razor-sharp, his fight IQ is off the charts, and let’s not overlook his ability to absorb punishment and keep coming forward. This man is peaking at the perfect time in his career. At 26 years old, he’s in his prime, and with the way he’s been performing, we could very well be witnessing the dawn of a dominant champion’s era.”

Sokolov’s eyes, visible through the dark slits of the mask, are cold and unflinching as he slaps hands with a few fans, their cheers drowned by the relentless growl of the song. The guttural screams of the lyrics rip through the arena, the crowd roaring along as the pace intensifies.

♫
PRETEND! YOU ARE NOT GUILTY  
PRETEND! YOU DON’T SEE THIS SHIT  
PRETEND! THIS IS NOT YOUR WAR  
PRETEND —
FUCK!
♫

By now, Sokolov is cageside, his steps slowing as he reaches the brink of battle. He halts, standing motionless for a beat as the final screams of the chorus echo around him. With a calculated motion, he removes the mask and hands it off to his corner, revealing a face carved from stone — expressionless, yet radiating unrelenting focus. He peels off his shirt and passes it to another team member.

The cutman moves in, methodically inspecting him and applying the Vaseline to his face. Sokolov doesn’t flinch, his eyes locked forward, unbothered by the chaos around him. Once cleared, he strides toward the octagon door, each step measured, each movement deliberate.

As he enters, the energy in the arena reaches a fever pitch. Sokolov walks the perimeter like a general surveying his battlefield, his sharp gaze sweeping across the roaring crowd, taking in the moment, letting it fuel him. He pauses in the center of the cage, spreading his arms wide as if to embrace the storm, the weight of the moment etched into his every breath.  

Finally, he retreats to his corner, bouncing lightly on his toes. Alexander Sokolov, the reigning Middleweight Champion, is ready to defend his throne in a battle that promises nothing less than absolute chaos.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the Co-Main Event of the evening! Sanctioned by the Saudi Mixed Martial Arts Federation, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Nadeem al-Basher, Abdul Hakeem, and Raj Omer, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Archie Driscoll. AND NOW, live from the sold out Kingdom Arena in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 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 twenty-one wins, five losses. He stands 6’4” tall, and weighing in at 185 pounds. He is from Brooklyn, New York, fighting out of the Hit Squad — presenting the former Everest MMA Welterweight Champion, the former Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion, and the number one ranked Middleweight Contender in the World, Derrius “Spyda” Webb!”

The former champion stood in his corner, a storm of intensity barely contained. His coach whispered final words into his ear as Webb nodded with sharp, deliberate movements, eyes locked on the canvas.

Webb took one deep, measured breath, lifting his head to reveal a face carved with determination. The Vaseline on his brow and cheekbones caught the lights, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw as his focused gaze shot across the cage, locking onto Sokolov.

Webb then shot both arms high, raising his fists and glaring into the crowd. He let out a primal yell, his breath visible in the cold air of the octagon, feeding off the crowd’s energy. He then settled back into his stance, rolling his neck side to side, eyes once again locking onto his rival.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of thirteen wins, three losses. He stands 6’3” tall, and weighing in at 184 pounds. He is from Yekaterinburg, Russia — presenting THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion of the World, “The King of the Streets” Alexander Sokolov!”

Sokolov began to move, pacing in a tight circle like a predator stalking its prey, never breaking eye contact with Webb. His lips curled into a faint, knowing smirk as the crowd erupted into cheers, the reigning champion’s name echoing through the arena.  

His nostrils flared, and his jaw tightened. He stopped pacing, standing dead center in his corner with his hands on his hips, radiating supreme confidence. Sokolov raised both arms slowly, soaking in the adoration of the crowd. His expression shifted to a cold glare as he pointed across the cage directly at Webb, sending an unmistakable message.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Here. We. Go! History is up for grabs in this highly anticipated rematch for the Middleweight Championship! With twenty-five minutes at their disposal, we will witness a defining moment of these fighters’ careers.”

Referee Archie Driscoll stepped forward to issue final instructions. Webb and Sokolov marched to the center of the cage, their eyes locked in a clash of wills. Neither blinked, neither backed down, the weight of their immediate rematch crackling like a live wire between them.

ARCHIE DRISCOLL: “Alright fighters, we’ve gone through the rules in the back. Protect yourself at all times, follow my instructions, touch gloves now and let’s keep it clean.”

The tension between Derrius Webb and Alexander Sokolov became almost unbearable. Webb’s jaw was clenched tight, his nostrils flaring as he stared at Sokolov, his unflinching gaze burning with defiance and hunger. Sokolov tilted his head ever so slightly, his expression a cold, calculating smirk that bordered on disdain. 

The referee asked if they wanted to touch gloves, but neither man moved. The crowd erupted, sensing the venom between them. Instead of a show of sportsmanship, the fighters stepped closer, their foreheads nearly brushing, their eyes locked in a piercing exchange of wills. 

The referee quickly stepped in, separating them with an outstretched arm. Neither fighter blinked as they slowly backed away, their unbroken stares promising the war to come. When they reached their corners, the crowd’s roar surged again — this was going to be a fight for the ages. 

ROUND ONE: The air inside the Kingdom Arena was booming as Alexander Sokolov and Derrius Webb met under the harsh glare of the spotlights. Sokolov, with his unrelenting aura, stalked forward like a predator, his eyes locked on Webb’s every movement. Webb was the picture of controlled energy, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he gauged the distance between them. The opening moments were a chess match of strikes. Sokolov fired off thunderous hooks and probing jabs, each punch loaded with the intention to end the fight early. Webb danced just out of reach, his footwork creating subtle angles as he peppered the champion with stinging leg kicks and sharp jabs that landed with surgical precision. The thud of leather meeting flesh echoed across the arena, underscoring the stakes of this heated rematch. Midway through the round, the action escalated. Sokolov feinted a jab and unleashed a devastating overhand right that smashed into Webb’s jaw, snapping his head back and igniting the crowd into a frenzy. Webb staggered briefly but quickly recovered, retaliating with a well-timed front kick to the body that forced Sokolov to take a half step back, his momentum momentarily stalled. Sensing the tide shifting, Sokolov pressed forward with relentless aggression. He ducked under one of Webb’s jabs and closed the distance, landing a clean left hook followed by a brutal right uppercut that sent a spray of sweat flying from Webb’s head. The former champion, showing his trademark resilience, absorbed the shots and fired back with a counter cross that grazed Sokolov’s temple. As the horn sounded, it was Sokolov’s relentless pressure that defined the round, setting the stage for an explosive second frame.

ROUND TWO: Derrius Webb stormed out of his corner with renewed intensity, setting a blistering pace that instantly shifted the dynamic of the fight. He unleashed a high kick with pinpoint accuracy, narrowly missing Sokolov’s temple as the champion instinctively leaned back. The crowd erupted in anticipation, their gasps swelling as Webb pivoted into a spinning back kick that connected flush with Sokolov’s ribs, eliciting a sharp grunt from the champion. Sokolov attempted to reassert control, advancing with his hands high and guard tight, but Webb’s agility and creativity were on full display. Darting in and out of range, Webb mixed sharp jabs with feints that left Sokolov hesitant to commit to his own offense. The champion’s frustration was evident as he lunged forward, but Webb’s footwork turned the octagon into a maze that Sokolov couldn’t solve. Midway through the round, Webb capitalized on an opening, snapping Sokolov’s head back with a crisp jab-cross combination that split the skin above his right eye. Blood began to trickle down, but the sight only seemed to fuel Sokolov. He charged forward with a barrage of hooks, throwing caution to the wind, yet Webb’s slick head movement and defensive mastery rendered the onslaught ineffective. As the clock ticked down, Webb remained relentless. A snapping jab pierced through Sokolov’s guard, setting up a thunderous roundhouse kick that smacked against the champion’s ribs. The sound of the impact echoed through the arena, drawing cheers from the crowd as Webb confidently pressed forward, dictating the final moments of the round. When the horn sounded, Webb’s dominance was undeniable. His precision, creativity, and relentless pace left Sokolov visibly frustrated, setting the stage for a pivotal third round in this high-stakes rematch.

ROUND THREE: Derrius Webb entered the third round with the confidence of a fighter who had found his rhythm, and it showed in his precision and poise. From the outset, Webb’s jab was a weapon of surgical accuracy, snapping Sokolov’s head back repeatedly. Each strike disrupted the champion’s timing, forcing him to reset and keeping him on the defensive. Webb’s mastery of range became evident as he dictated the tempo, controlling the distance with fluid movement and sharp combinations. Sokolov, determined to turn the tide, pressed forward but found his lead leg taking significant damage from Webb’s punishing low kicks. The repeated thuds echoed through the arena, and the visible redness on Sokolov’s leg was a testament to Webb’s calculated strategy to hinder the champion’s mobility. Sokolov finally managed to close the gap, initiating a clinch and landing a short, compact left hook. However, Webb was unshaken, breaking free with a swift knee to the midsection that forced Sokolov to backpedal. As the round wore on, Webb’s striking volume intensified, his confidence seemingly growing with every exchange. He weaved together a blend of jabs, hooks, and kicks, each strike designed to keep Sokolov guessing. The Russian champion attempted to mount a counteroffensive, but Webb’s footwork kept him out of danger, evading Sokolov’s power shots with ease. In the final seconds of the round, Webb attempted a spinning heel kick, the momentum and flair drawing a roar from the crowd despite grazing only Sokolov’s shoulder. The champion’s frustration was palpable as the horn sounded, his demeanor betraying a mounting urgency. Meanwhile, Webb walked back to his corner with a calm assurance, the momentum clearly in his favor as the fight moved into its championship rounds.

ROUND FOUR: Frustration radiated off Alexander Sokolov as he bolted from his corner, fully aware the fight was slipping away. The champion’s relentless aggression was on full display as he immediately closed the distance, launching a looping right hand that cracked Derrius Webb flush on the temple. Webb staggered back, his body colliding with the unforgiving steel of the cage. The crowd erupted, sensing the shift in momentum as Sokolov smelt blood and unleashed a ferocious onslaught. A barrage of heavy punches followed, each strike fueled by Sokolov’s determination to keep his title. Webb’s attempts to defend were valiant but insufficient; a thunderous uppercut pierced his guard and dropped him to the canvas in a heap. The roar of the Kingdom Arena was deafening as Sokolov pounced like a predator, raining down a relentless storm of ground and pound. Hammerfists and elbows crashed into Webb’s defense as he turtled, his face contorted with grit and determination to survive. Referee Archie Driscoll’s warnings echoed over the clamor, urging Webb to show activity or risk the fight being stopped. The challenger, battered and bloodied, managed just enough movement to prevent the stoppage, showcasing the heart of a modern day warrior. The damage, though, was undeniable — Sokolov’s dominance in the round was a statement, the kind that could sway the judges. As the horn finally sounded, Webb dragged himself upright, his face swollen and bruised, but his resolve unbroken. Sokolov, on the other hand, raised his arms high, feeding off the renewed confidence and the frenzied energy of the crowd. His corner greeted him with shouts of encouragement, knowing the momentum was firmly in his grasp heading into the final round.

ROUND FIVE: The tension was at an all-time high as the final round began, both fighters worn but unwavering. Derrius Webb, his face showing the wear of war, returned to his bread-and-butter: crisp, technical striking. Each snapping jab and measured kick seemed to carry the weight of his championship aspirations. Alexander Sokolov wore his exhaustion like a badge of honor, pressing forward with heavy breaths, his eyes still locked on his target. Webb started strong, finding his rhythm with precise combinations that kept Sokolov at bay. The sound of leather meeting flesh echoed through the Kingdom Arena, punctuating Webb’s focus and determination. But just as it seemed Webb was in control, Sokolov reached into his unpredictable arsenal. From out of nowhere, the Russian unleashed a wild spinning double back fist, the first grazing Webb’s shoulder and the second crashing into his jaw. Webb stumbled, the force of the strike sending him reeling into the cage. The crowd roared as Sokolov surged forward, looking to finish. He fired heavy hands in close quarters, but Webb, displaying the grit of a seasoned veteran, weathered the storm. With blood trickling from his mouth and his legs unsteady, Webb clinched Sokolov to stifle the assault, buying precious seconds to recover. As the seconds ticked away, Webb pushed off and regained his composure. Both fighters, now running on sheer instincts, traded in the pocket with whatever they had left. Sokolov landed short body shots in the clinch, while Webb fired knees and sharp elbows at close range. The final horn sounded with both men still throwing, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and pride.

The Kingdom Arena erupted into a deafening roar as the final horn shattered the tension. The crowd rose to their feet in unison, their cheers cascading like thunder through the arena. Both fighters, drenched in sweat and blood, staggered back to their corners, every ounce of energy expended. Derrius Webb slumped against the fence, gripping the top for support as his chest heaved with labored breaths, his face etched with exhaustion and resolve. Alexander Sokolov leaned on his corner team, his expression a mix of triumph and war-worn grit, his fists still clenched as if ready for more.

The ringside physicians entered the cage, their clinical demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos and emotion that had just unfolded. They moved quickly, checking each fighter’s battered body, but neither man showed signs of quitting. After a tense moment of examination, the doctors nodded and exited.

The fighters slowly gathered themselves, meeting in the center of the octagon under the bright spotlight. The crowd’s anticipation reached a fever pitch, their chants and applause creating an electric atmosphere that seemed to make the very air tremble. Webb and Sokolov locked eyes one last time, their faces a testament to the war they had waged. Both men stood tall despite their exhaustion, their fates now resting in the hands of the judges.

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 48-46, declaring the winner by unanimous decision, AAAAAND STIIIIILL the undisputed Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion of the World, “The King of the Streets” Alexander Sokolov!”

The Kingdom Arena erupts in a deafening roar as Alexander Sokolov’s name is announced, cementing his place as the reigning AND defending Middleweight Champion. Union GP Founder Dante Reed steps into the spotlight, holding the coveted title. With deliberate respect, he wraps the belt around Sokolov’s waist as the champion raises his fists to the sky, soaking in the electric energy of the crowd. The moment feels monumental, a culmination of blood, sweat, and sheer willpower.

Derrius Webb, despite the agony of defeat etched on his face, steps forward to meet his rival. The two warriors lock eyes in a moment heavy with respect and shared sacrifice before exchanging a firm handshake. The brief gesture speaks volumes — acknowledgment of a battle that tested their very limits.

The broadcast then cuts to a detailed graphic showcasing the fight’s jaw-dropping statistics, all underscoring the brutal chess match that had unfolded. The commentators, their voices still charged with adrenaline, break down the key moments that defined the clash. They highlight Sokolov’s resilience and Webb’s unrelenting determination, painting a vivid picture of a championship fight destined to be remembered as another all-time classic.

Winner: Alexander Sokolov by Unanimous Decision

Statistics: Alexander Sokolov
Punches 119/215 (55%)
Kicks 24/46 (52%)
Clinch strikes 27/42 (64%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 24/31 (77%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/3 (67%)
Time on the ground 75 s

Statistics: Derrius Webb
Punches 124/245 (51%)
Kicks 24/36 (67%)
Clinch Strikes 15/30 (50%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 3/6 (50%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 3/4 (75%)
Time on the Ground 75 s

The Kingdom Arena is electric, buzzing with the raw energy of thousands of fans who just witnessed an epic rematch. Cheers and chants echo off the cavernous walls as the crowd roars its appreciation for the fighters. Under the blinding spotlight at the center of the octagon, Alexander Sokolov, the reigning Middleweight Champion, stands with his hands on his hips, a mixture of exhaustion and triumph etched across his face. His belt gleams around his waist, a symbol of his resilience and dominance. The microphone is handed to Bodie Sullivan, whose polished demeanor contrasts with the ferocious display moments earlier.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here  with the winner AND STILL Union Grand Prix Middleweight Champion, Alexander Sokolov! Alexander, first of all, congratulations on a hard-fought victory. This crowd is on its feet, and rightfully so. Fifty minutes shared across two wars with Derrius Webb. Talk to us about this performance and what this rematch meant to you.”

ALEXANDER SOKOLOV: “Thank you, Bodie. First, I want to thank Derrius Webb. Fifty minutes with a fighter like him? That’s not easy, and it’s not supposed to be. He’s one of the toughest opponents I’ve ever faced, and I hope this fight proved my point. I said I wanted no doubt — no doubt that I’m the rightful champion. Derrius pushed me to my limits, and for that, I respect him immensely.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “It was a razor-thin fight in certain moments. But once again, you rose to the occasion. What’s next for you? What’s the next chapter in your story?”  

ALEXANDER SOKOLOV: “You know, Bodie, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. There’s one fight that stands out to me — one that I consider the best fight of my career. Deebo Briggs. That man brought something out of me that I’ll never forget, and I want to feel that again. I know he’s got some work to do, but when he’s ready, I’ll be here. But there’s another name that’s entered the field. Zion Momo’a. He’s back in Union GP. If he wants this, tell him to come get it. I’m not going anywhere.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Those are certainly some big names in the division. I’m sure there won’t be any problems finding your next opponent. Before I let you go, do you have any final words?”  

ALEXANDER SOKOLOV: “To every fan here in Riyadh, to everyone watching around the world — thank you. Your unrelenting support fuels me. You’ve seen me rise, fall, and rise again. I fight to go down in the history books as one of the greatest of all time, and I fight for you. Thank you for believing in me. This belt is as much yours as it is mine.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “There you have it, folks, your Middleweight Champion, Alexander Sokolov!”

The Kingdom Arena erupts into an overwhelming wave of applause as Alexander Sokolov hoists the Middleweight Championship belt high above his head. The lights above shine down on him, casting a glow as he stands victorious. He looks out at the sea of fans, their faces filled with admiration and respect for the man who’s just proven himself once again. Bodie Sullivan nods in quiet acknowledgment, a smile breaking through his professional demeanor as he wraps up the interview.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! We’re live from the sold out Kingdom Arena here in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, and what a night it has been so far, capped off moments ago by Alexander Sokolov defending his Middleweight Championship in a grueling unanimous decision victory over Derrius Webb. Sokolov once again proved why he sits atop the division, but we are far from finished here tonight.”

BYRON McCALL: “That’s right, Bodie. Coming up next is the one we’ve all been waiting for — a Heavyweight Championship dream match between the reigning and defending champion Donnie Calabrese and former two-division champion Gauge Lattimore. This is as big as it gets, folks!”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Before we get to that colossal clash, let’s take a moment to acknowledge another titan of the sport sitting cageside tonight. Marissa Kanensson is in the house, and what a legacy she brings with her! A multi-time MMA Champion, Hall of Fame Class of 2021 inductee, and a former Executive Vice President with Union GP. She’s done it all in combat sports.”

BYRON McCALL: “Marissa Kane is a trailblazer and a pioneer to this sport. She’s competed in MMA, transitioned into boxing, and now, most recently, stepped into the world of professional wrestling. And let’s not forget, she’s been balancing all of that with her most important role yet: becoming a mother for the first time.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “She had been on a — we’ll call it a soft retirement — as she focused on her family, but now she’s set to make waves in the squared circle. B-Mac, as someone who knows what it takes to stay at the top, how do you think Kanensson’s versatility and longevity have shaped her legacy?”

BYRON McCALL: “Her legacy is ironclad. Marissa’s ability to excel across multiple disciplines, all while staying relevant and reinventing herself, is nothing short of extraordinary. She’s a generational talent who has set a standard for what it means to be a complete combat sports athlete. Seeing her here tonight is a reminder of her enduring impact on the game.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Very well said, Byron. Alright, folks, the stage is set for the Main Event of the evening. Donnie Calabrese defends his Heavyweight Championship against the former champion, Gauge Lattimore. It’s the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object, and it’s happening right now!”

♫
YOU HIDE, I’LL SEEK
COME PLAY WITH ME
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES
I’LL TAKE WHAT I NEED
♫

The lights in the arena cut to darkness as the haunting first notes of “Hide and Seek” by Klergy echo through the venue, their ominous tone setting the crowd on edge. A ghostly white spotlight cuts through the shadows, illuminating the entrance tunnel. There stands Gauge Lattimore, the former two-division champion, draped in an aura of menace. His imposing frame is adorned with a ripped and tattered mask, its stitched edges fraying like the remnants of a bygone war. Thick, rusty chains hang heavily around his neck, clinking faintly with each deliberate step forward, as if he’s dragging the weight of his storied past into this final battle.  

The crowd roars with a mix of awe and unease, their cheers laced with a touch of apprehension at the spectacle before them. Lattimore’s slow, methodical pace matches the chilling rhythm of the music. He walks as if he’s marching to claim a soul, his towering figure exuding the grim inevitability of the reaper himself. His gaze — hidden behind the shadowed slits of the mask — burns with purpose, a man who has risen from the ashes of retirement to haunt the division one last time.  

♫
COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE
I KNOW WHERE YOU’RE HIDING, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
NO NEED TO RUN OR GO TOO FAR
COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE
COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE
♫

As he reaches the halfway mark of the ramp, Lattimore stops and tilts his head slightly, a sinister gesture that sends shivers through the crowd. The camera catches the intricate details of his mask — jagged seams and worn fabric that look as though they’ve been through hell. The chains glint faintly under the spotlight, their rusty sheen symbolizing a chilling reminder of battles fought and victories earned in a past life.  

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing history here at Kingdom Arena in Riyadh, as one of the most decorated fighters in Union GP history makes his way to the cage. Gauge Lattimore, a two-division champion and currently ranked #10 pound-for-pound, is moments away from attempting to reclaim heavyweight gold. His journey to this point has been nothing short of extraordinary. After starting his professional career with back-to-back losses, he rattled off an incredible 18-fight win streak that spanned multiple organizations, including Everest MMA, G2, and Union GP. This man has proven time and time again that he thrives under pressure, and tonight he faces perhaps his greatest challenge in reigning champion Donnie Calabrese.”

BYRON McCALL: “Bodie, what makes Gauge Lattimore so special is his versatility and resilience. Not many fighters can say they’ve captured belts in multiple divisions, and even fewer have the technical mastery to transition seamlessly between weight classes. Let’s not forget, this guy grew up in Detroit, one of the toughest environments you can imagine. That grit has defined his career. His ability to adapt mid-fight and find ways to win is remarkable, but against a powerhouse like Donnie Calabrese, he’ll need to bring every ounce of that championship-caliber experience.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And speaking of his Detroit roots, Lattimore has often credited his upbringing with shaping his fighting style and mindset. It’s that blue-collar work ethic and never-back-down attitude that resonates with fans around the world. He’s fought on stages across the globe, from Triumph FC to Everest MMA to G2, and now, here in Union GP, he stands as one of the sport’s most enduring figures.”

BYRON McCALL: “Absolutely, and let’s remind everyone about the stakes tonight. Lattimore’s legacy is already cemented, but reclaiming the heavyweight title would elevate him to an entirely different echelon of greatness. He’s stepping into the cage against Donnie Calabrese, a man who has redefined what it means to be a heavyweight champion with his dominant reign. It’s a clash of titans, Bodie — Lattimore’s high motor finesse and adaptability versus Calabrese’s raw power and unrelenting aggression. We’re in for something special tonight!”

Lattimore resumes his walk, finally reaching the inspection zone with an eerie calm. He removes the mask, revealing his chiseled, tattooed face, his expression as unyielding as stone. The heavy chains are removed, clanging to the ground. The commission official then performs the customary inspection, running hands over his gloves, pads, and shorts.

The next official dips a finger into the Vaseline and applies it to Lattimore’s face. The grease glistens under the harsh lights, making him look almost otherworldly. Lattimore doesn’t flinch, his eyes locked forward, already visualizing the war awaiting him in the octagon.

As the music swells to its climax, Lattimore strides through the open cage door, his presence alone enough to make the air inside feel heavier. He paces the perimeter like a predator, briefly glancing at the corner where his opponent, Donnie Calabrese, will soon stand for the final time. Gauge Lattimore stands in his corner, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. The crowd crescendos in a frenzy of chants and applause, acknowledging the return of one of the sport’s most iconic champions.

♫
I DON’T TALK I LEAD BY EXAMPLE
PUNCH HIM DOWN WHEN HE FALL GET TRAMPLED
I’M A BANDO COMMANDO SLASH RAMBO SLASH
WILL GET ON YOUR ASS FOR A BAG THOUGH
♫

The arena falls into an electrified silence as the unmistakable, hard-hitting beat of “Bando Commando” by Yavid drops, signaling the arrival of “Dog Face” Donnie Calabrese. The Heavyweight Champion and Union GP original is about to make his final walk to the cage. The crowd erupts, their cheers mixing with chants as the reigning king of the heavyweight division steps into view.

Calabrese emerges at the top of the ramp, draped in his signature BST Fightwear kit emblazoned with the words “Dog Face” across the back. His signature snarl is present, but beneath it, a flicker of reflection crosses his face — an acknowledgment of the journey that’s brought him here. The Heavyweight Title hangs loosely over his shoulder, and with his head held high and shoulders squared, Calabrese begins his march to the cage. His steps are deliberate, purposeful, the stride of a man who knows he’s not just walking to defend a title but to cement his legacy. 

Fans along the barricade reach out to touch him, desperate for a moment of connection with the legend. Calabrese obliges a few with a fist bump, his focus never wavering from the octagon ahead. The camera pans to the faces in the crowd — some teary-eyed fans, all long-time supporters who have followed his journey from day one.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “And now, ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. The final walkout of the night is also the final walkout in this man’s storied career! The final chapter in one of the greatest careers in Union GP history is about to be written. “Dog Face” Donnie Calabrese is making his walk to the octagon for the very last time, and what a legacy he leaves behind. This is his 32nd fight in Union GP, the most by any fighter in the promotion’s storied history. He’s got the most wins all-time with 21, the most knockouts with a staggering 16, and the fastest knockout in Union GP history at just 19 seconds. Byron, these records alone are Hall of Fame-worthy, but his journey has been nothing short of legendary.”

BYRON McCALL: “That’s right, Bodie. If you talk about Donnie Calabrese, you have to mention the tale of two careers. Early on, it was a rocky road — he started 7-6 and left the organization for a time. But when he came back, it was like he’d flipped a switch. He’s gone 14-4 since his return, and he’s won 13 of his last 15 fights, all by knockout. Let me tell you, that kind of transformation takes something special. It’s not just physical; it’s mental. Donnie developed into one of the most dangerous heavyweight strikers we’ve ever seen.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “The sheer longevity of this two-time Heavyweight Champion’s career, paired with his ability to stay at the top of the division, is nothing short of remarkable. Tonight, he faces a fellow legend in Gauge Lattimore, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. This is not just a title defense; this is his swan song, his final act in a career that has defined Union GP for its entire existence.”

BYRON McCALL: “And that’s what makes this moment so special. Look at the crowd here in Riyadh — they know they’re witnessing history. Donnie Calabrese has built his reputation as a fighter who leaves it all in the cage. He’s explosive, relentless, and every time he steps in there, he’s a threat to end the fight in an instant. You can feel all of the whirlwind of emotions in the air, Bodie.”

BODIE SULLIVAN: “The Kingdom Arena is on its feet as Calabrese makes his way to the octagon for the last time. This is the culmination of years of blood, sweat, and sacrifice, and tonight, he’ll look to close his career with one final, unforgettable performance. This is the last ride of a legend and the reigning, defending, undisputed Heavyweight Champion is ready to put it all on the line one last time!”

As he reaches the inspection zone, Calabrese removes his warmups and hands it to his corner team. The official performs the routine checks, patting him down and ensuring everything is in order. When it’s time for the Vaseline application, Calabrese leans in slightly, his expression stoic, his eyes brimming with the weight of the moment.

The champion steps up to the cage door and pauses, one foot inside, one foot still on the outside world. He takes a deep breath and looks around the packed arena, letting the energy of the crowd wash over him. The chants of his name grow louder, the fans urging him on for one final battle.

“DOG FACE! DOG FACE!”

As “Bando Commando” roars to its crescendo, Calabrese steps fully into the cage, his movements fluid and confident, as if every stride carries a lifetime of memories. He raises the belt high above his head, drawing an explosive reaction from the crowd. Then, he hands it to the official with a final, determined glance.

Calabrese begins his pacing, the champion in his element one last time. His sights dial in to Gauge Lattimore, already waiting in the opposite corner. The energy in the arena is white hot, every soul present fully aware they are witnessing the final chapter of an epic career.

Donnie Calabrese stops in his corner, his chest heaving with anticipation. He pounds his fists together and points briefly to the sky. Tonight isn’t just about defending a belt — it’s about leaving the octagon on his own terms — as a champion, as a legend.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the Main Event of the evening! Sanctioned by the Saudi Mixed Martial Arts Federation, our three judges scoring this contest at cageside are Nadeem al-Basher, Abdul Hakeem, and Raj Omer, and when the action begins, our referee in charge in the octagon is Lars Levy. AND NOW, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Live from the sold out Kingdom Arena in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, streaming exclusively on the Battleground Network…”

IT’S TIME!

MIKE DEMPSEY: “The following contest is scheduled for five rounds and it is for the Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of twenty-six wins, five losses. He stands 6’3” tall, and weighing in at 247 pounds. He is from Detroit, Michigan, fighting out of Gold Blooded MMA — presenting the former Union Grand Prix Cruiserweight Champion and the former Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Champion, Gauge “Lights Out” Lattimore!”

Gauge Lattimore paces deliberately in his corner. His movements are methodical, almost ominous. His breathing is deep and controlled, his chest rising rhythmically as he absorbs the moment. He raises a single fist in the air, his eyes burning with determination as he finally glances toward Calabrese with an unshakable focus. The crowd responds with a roar, adding a layer of tension to the already tense atmosphere.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a Boxer holding a professional mixed martial arts record of twenty-four wins, ten losses. He stands 6’1” tall, and weighing in at 265 pounds. He is from Chicago, Illinois, fighting out of the Hit Squad — presenting THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Champion of the World, “Dog Face” Donnie Calabrese!”

Donnie Calabrese stretches against the cage, rolling his neck and shoulders to stay loose. His face carries a mixture of pride and perseverance, emotions swirling as the weight of the moment begins to settle in. Donnie then steps forward with a swagger that has defined his career. He raises both hands high above his head, feeding off the energy of the Kingdom Arena crowd, many of whom are chanting his name. He turns to face each section of the audience, giving them a nod of gratitude before slamming his fists together in a thunderous clap, signaling his readiness.  

BODIE SULLIVAN: “The world is watching as these two legends step into the spotlight. In the next few minutes, we will witness the defining moment of these fighters’ careers. This is more than a fight — it’s a quest for immortality. Who will rise to the occasion?”

When the introductions are complete, both men converge toward the center of the cage, their eyes locked in a fiery staredown as the referee gives final instructions. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation, as if the entire arena is holding its breath, waiting for the bell to unleash two living legends into battle.

LARS LEVY: “Alright fighters, we’ve gone through the rules in the back. Protect yourself at all times, follow my instructions, touch gloves and let’s do it.”

Both fighters appear ready to explode with intensity, their adrenaline pumping. Without breaking their fiery stares for long, they exchange a sharp touch of gloves, a silent agreement to the war about to unfold. They retreat to their corners, every step deliberate, every motion charged with purpose. The energy in the Kingdom Arena crackles as Lars Levy steps between them, his voice steady yet commanding. He gives each fighter one final nod, his eyes scanning for even the slightest hesitation — but of course there is none. Both men are locked in, primed for the monumental challenge that lies ahead, ready to unleash chaos.

ROUND ONE: The Kingdom Arena roared to life as the opening round began, the tension so thick it felt like the walls of Riyadh itself were holding their breath. Donnie Calabrese, the reigning Heavyweight Champion making his final stand, circled methodically, his eyes locked on Gauge Lattimore, the relentless former two-division champion returning to reclaim glory. The energy between them was buzzing as they stepped into striking range. Calabrese wasted no time asserting his presence, flicking out a stiff jab to measure the distance. Lattimore, with his tricky southpaw stance and sharp footwork, slipped to the outside and fired back with a laser-precise straight left that snapped Calabrese’s head back. The pace was furious from the start, with Lattimore pouring on pressure through fluid combinations, digging hooks to the body and finishing with crisp lefts upstairs. Undeterred, Calabrese retaliated with his trademark power, unleashing a looping hook that narrowly missed before finding its mark moments later. The thunderous strike sent Lattimore stumbling back, forcing him to reset, but it only seemed to ignite his fire. The crowd’s deafening chants echoed as Lattimore regained control, circling off the cage and punishing Calabrese with relentless volume. A slick three-punch combination carved a path through the champion’s guard, swelling his cheek and drawing gasps from the crowd. As the seconds ticked away, Calabrese surged forward, launching a ferocious overhand right that glanced off Lattimore’s temple, momentarily halting his rhythm. With both men refusing to back down, the final moments erupted into an all-out firefight. Standing toe-to-toe, they traded bombs at close range, each punch echoing like cannon fire, the crowd on their feet as the horn blared. The opening round had set the tone for a battle destined for the ages.

ROUND TWO: The second round erupted with Calabrese surging forward, his demeanor that of a predator closing in on his prey. The reigning champion pressed hard, cutting off Lattimore’s angles and hammering his midsection with punishing hooks. Each strike echoed through the arena, forcing Lattimore to reconsider his movement as the champion’s relentless pressure closed the distance. Despite the onslaught, Lattimore refused to wilt. His cardio held firm, and his sharp counters began to shine under the intense pressure. Quick jabs peppered Calabrese’s face, snapping his head back and carving open a small but steadily bleeding cut over his right eye. Lattimore’s uppercuts slipped through Calabrese’s guard, further disrupting the champion’s rhythm as he circled out to reset. Midway through the round, the tide seemed to shift as Lattimore landed a textbook one-two combination that sent a jolt through Calabrese’s frame, buckling his knees ever so slightly. Seizing the opportunity, Lattimore surged forward, unleashing a ferocious flurry of punches that had the crowd roaring. Each strike came with precision and purpose, forcing Calabrese to turtle up against the cage. However, Calabrese’s legendary grit refused to let him fold. With his back against the wall, he unleashed a monstrous right hook that stunned Lattimore, halting the momentum in an instant. The shot was a warning, a declaration that the champion wasn’t done yet. As the seconds ticked away, Lattimore continued to pile on with crisp combinations, but Calabrese’s power began to exact a toll. In the final moments, the champion uncorked a devastating uppercut that sent Lattimore staggering, his balance faltering for the first time. The crowd exploded into chaos as Calabrese pressed forward with heavy hands, the horn saving Lattimore from further damage. The second frame had shifted back and forth into a breathtaking storm of survival and defiance.

ROUND THREE: The third round began with both warriors visibly bearing the scars of an unforgiving battle. Lattimore’s ribs were bruised a deep shade of purple, every labored breath was a testament to Calabrese’s earlier bodywork. A small but persistent cut under his left eye trickled blood, streaking his cheek like a crimson badge of honor. Across the cage, Calabrese’s face was swollen and battered, the result of Lattimore’s relentless high-volume assault. Still, his aura of danger remained intact, his knockout power lurking like a coiled king cobra. Lattimore wasted no time in restoring his pace, darting in and out with sharp jabs and snapping combinations. His footwork, though slightly less fluid, kept him light on his feet, forcing Calabrese into a defensive posture. The challenger landed a crisp left hook that snapped Calabrese’s head to the side, briefly drawing a collective gasp from the crowd. But midway through the round, the tide turned in an instant. Calabrese, waiting patiently, unleashed a perfectly timed overhand right that detonated on Lattimore’s chin like dynamite. The sound of the impact echoed through the Kingdom Arena as Lattimore’s legs gave way beneath him, his body crashing to the canvas in a heap. The eruption from the crowd was deafening, a visceral reaction to the raw power on display. Seizing the moment, Calabrese pounced like a man possessed, raining down a relentless barrage of ground and pound. Each hammerfist and elbow fell with the weight of a man fighting for his legacy. Lattimore’s head snapped back repeatedly, his defenses overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of the champion’s attack. The referee had no choice but to intervene, diving in to save Lattimore from further punishment. The Kingdom Arena was in chaos as Calabrese rose to his feet, his arms raised in triumph. The heavyweight king had defended his throne one final time, sealing his career with a finish as emphatic as his legacy.

As Donnie Calabrese basked in his hard-fought victory, his strut around the cage radiated the culmination of a storied career. The roar of the Kingdom Arena was nearly deafening, the crowd feeding off his swagger. Meanwhile, the Ringside Physicians rushed into the octagon, their expressions focused as they knelt beside Gauge Lattimore. The tension was heavy as they examined the fallen legend.

After what felt like an eternity, Lattimore began to stir, shaking off the haze of Calabrese’s devastating finish. The crowd erupted in a wave of relief and respect as Lattimore regained his footing. The physicians, satisfied with his recovery, stepped aside, leaving the octagon to the two combat icons who had just waged war.

With the air thick with adrenaline, both men converged in the center of the cage,flanking the referee as the ring announcer prepared to deliver the official verdict. The atmosphere was electric, every heart in the arena pounding in unison, knowing they had just witnessed a moment destined to echo in the chronicles of MMA history for years to come.

MIKE DEMPSEY: “Ladies and gentlemen, referee Lars Levy has called for a stop in this fight at three minutes thirty-four seconds in the third round, declaring the winner by knockout, AAAAAND STIIIIILL the undisputed Union Grand Prix Heavyweight Champion of the World, “Dog Face” Donnie Calabrese!”

Calabrese stood in the center of the octagon, the weight of victory and legacy etched across his bruised and bloodied face. Tears were held back as Dante Reed draped the championship belt around his waist one final time, the crowd roaring in unison for the man who had cemented his place in history. The raw emotion was undeniable, a career’s worth of triumphs and sacrifices culminating in this singular, defining moment.

Across the cage, Gauge Lattimore, bruised but unbroken, approached the champion. The two legends, fresh from their brutal contest, shared an embrace that transcended competition — a moment of mutual respect between two titans who had given everything.

As the fighters parted ways, the arena lights dimmed slightly, and the screen above displayed the fight’s statistics. Striking numbers, knockdowns, and the decisive finish flashed across the feed, a snapshot of the epic encounter. The commentators’ voices carried the gravity of the moment, delivering a moving summary of the fight and the legacy Calabrese leaves behind. This was more than just a fight — it was a chapter finally closed, with Calabrese exiting as a legend and Lattimore reaffirming his place as one of the sport’s most revered competitors.

Winner: Donnie Calabrese by KO (Punches) at 3:34 Round 3

Statistics: Donnie Calabrese
Punches 78/142 (55%)  
Kicks 3/5 (60%)  
Clinch strikes 12/18 (67%)  
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)  
GnP strikes 15/18 (83%)  
Submissions 0/0 (0%)  
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)  
Time on the ground 45 s

Statistics: Gauge Lattimore
Punches 123/210 (59%)  
Kicks 4/7 (57%)  
Clinch strikes 8/12 (67%)  
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)  
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)  
Submissions 0/0 (0%)  
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)  
Time on the ground 45 s

The Kingdom Arena was a roaring wave of energy as Bodie Sullivan stepped into the octagon, microphone in hand, to address the reigning, defending, undisputed Heavyweight Champion, Donnie “Dog Face” Calabrese. The confetti cannons sat primed in the corners, and the crowd chanted Donnie’s name in unison, their adoration for the living legend uncontainable. Calabrese stood in the center of the octagon, his face swollen and tear-streaked, his championship belt shining brightly around his waist. Every moment carried the weight of finality, and the atmosphere buzzed with emotion.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with your winner AND STILL Heavyweight Champion, Donnie Calabrese! Donnie, what a fight, what a performance, and what a career. Take us through your thoughts and what you’re feeling right now.”

The crowd erupted again as Sullivan held the microphone out to the champ, who wiped his eyes and took a deep, trembling breath before speaking.

DONNIE CALABRESE: “Man, I don’t even know where to start. First off, Gauge Lattimore — thank you, brother. Thank you for sharing this moment with me. You’re a legend in your own right, and this fight tonight? It was an honor to go to war with you.”

The crowd roared in agreement.

DONNIE CALABRESE: “To my coaches, my teammates, my family — thank you for sticking with me through the highs and lows. It’s easy to find friends when you’re standing at the top of the mountain, but you find the real ones in your darkest days. To Roscoe Robinson, my coach, my brother, my mentor, thank you for teaching me what it means to be a champion, to never quit even when the odds aren’t in your favor.”

Calabrese paused, his voice cracking with emotion as the crowd chanted, “Dog Face! Dog Face!” He swallowed hard, steadying himself.

DONNIE CALABRESE: “When I started this journey, I didn’t dream of belts or records. All I ever wanted to do was fight. I just wanted to get in here, give my all, and put on a show for you — the fans. Every accolade, every title, that’s just a bonus. You guys are the reason I’ve kept going. You’re the heartbeat of this sport, and I can’t thank you enough for letting me live my dream.”

The emotion in his voice spilled over, and the arena lit up in a thunderous applause as Calabrese took off his gloves. Slowly, he laid them in the center of the cage, a symbolic gesture of retirement. The crowd stood on their feet, some waving flags, others wiping tears as they cheered for the end of an era.

BODIE SULLIVAN: “Donnie, words can’t capture what you’ve meant to this sport. It’s been an absolute honor to watch your career and call your fights. Congratulations on an incredible career. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s hear it one more time for the legend, Donnie Calabrese!”

As Bodie Sullivan stepped back, the arena erupted in a thunderous applause. Golden confetti burst from the rafters, cascading down like a shimmering rainstorm, enveloping the octagon in a dazzling display of celebration. The Kingdom Arena shook with the collective roar of a crowd witnessing the end of an era. Donnie Calabrese stood motionless at the center of it all, his hands resting on his hips, his battle-worn face a canvas of raw emotion — exhaustion, pride, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

The scene was nothing short of cinematic. Camera operators captured every angle of the champion as he turned slowly, his eyes scanning the sea of fans who had supported him through every step of his journey. The golden glow of the confetti seemed to reflect the magnitude of his legacy, a career forged through grit, perseverance, and an unrelenting passion for the sport.

The broadcast began to pan out, revealing the full scope of the moment. The entire Kingdom Arena appeared blanketed in golden confetti and spiraling streamers, a breathtaking sight that symbolized the grandeur of the occasion. Fans waved banners, cheered his name, and held up signs declaring him the greatest of all time.

As the feed slowly faded, the final image captured Calabrese walking toward the backstage area, his team surrounding him in a protective and adoring formation. His silhouette, framed by the cascade of gold, marched into the shadows. The Battleground Network emblem burned brightly on the screen, a solemn reminder of the platform that had showcased his greatness. Then, with a flicker, the emblem disappeared, bringing the night’s unforgettable broadcast to a close.