As the broadcast fades in, the camera glides across the glowing skyline of New Orleans, the Louisiana night buzzing with anticipation. Outside the arena, lines of fight fans stretch around the block, a sea of various fighter shirts, homemade signs, and neon lights reflecting off the pavement. Inside, the noise hits like a mack truck. Nearly every seat is filled, and the crowd carries that unmistakable New Orleans energy. Loud, tense, and ready for violence.
The lights suddenly dim.
A low rumble rolls through the arena speakers, like distant thunder. For a moment, the entire building sits in darkness.
Then it explodes.
Columns of fire erupt from the main stage as pyrotechnics blast skyward in synchronized bursts. Sparks cascade down like rain while the giant LED screens flicker to life, blasting knockout highlights and slow motion collisions from past Union GP battles. The octagon sits in the center of it all, glowing under stark white lights.
The music pounds through the speakers with chest rattling bass. Smoke floods the entrance tunnel. The crowd rises almost instinctively, the roar swelling into something primal. Chants echo through the arena, bouncing off the rafters as the camera sweeps across fans pounding on the barricades and waving banners for their favorite fighters.
It’s gritty. It’s loud. It’s chaotic.
And in that moment, the Smoothie King Center doesn’t feel like a typical sporting arena anymore, it feels like a battleground.
Union GP has arrived in New Orleans, and the city is ready for a fight.
ROUND ONE: Inside the glowing bowl of the Smoothie King Center, the opening bout of Boss Fight 59 begins with the murmur of a crowd still settling into their seats. The prelim energy carries a relaxed buzz. Beer lines still forming, fans filtering in, but once the cage door shuts, attention shifts sharply to the action. It’s become a custom that the first fight of the night sets the tone. From the opening seconds, the stylistic contrast is obvious. Somsak Chen settles into a relaxed orthodox stance, light on his feet, hands high and patient. Across from him, Kimberly Barclay creeps forward in a stalking southpaw stance, shoulders hunched like a pressure fighter looking to collapse the pocket. Chen immediately begins probing with long range weapons, like sharp teep kicks to the midsection and thudding low kicks to Barclay’s lead leg. The impact echoes through the arena. Barclay barely acknowledges them, trudging forward with a grinding kind of menace, hands ready to batter her way inside. Thirty seconds in, she finally explodes forward with a burst of dirty boxing that drives Chen toward the fence. The crowd perks up. Chen quickly responds by tying her up in the clinch, a place where he’s looked lethal in his young Union GP career. Knees begin to fly. Chen pins Barclay’s head briefly and rips a slicing knee to the body, then another up the middle that grazes the chin. Barclay grimaces but answers with a slick outside trip attempt. Chen hops his leg free and resumes his knee assault, digging into ribs and thighs. The striking rhythm favors Chen, but Barclay’s persistence is unsettling. Every time she absorbs a kick, she marches back into range. Midway through the round, she finally gets her moment. As Chen throws a telegraphed body kick, Barclay catches it and barrels forward into a clinch, using a beautiful inside trip to dump him hard to the canvas. The crowd pops. Barclay immediately postures in half guard and begins hammering short elbows that are dirty, grinding strikes meant to wear on Chen rather than finish him. Chen remains calm, tying up wrists and working his hips, eventually scrambling back to his feet with thirty seconds left. The final exchange erupts into a clinch battle along the fence. Chen firing knees, Barclay swinging hooks inside. The horn sounds with both fighters trading in tight quarters, drawing the first real roar of the night from the New Orleans crowd.
ROUND TWO: The second round begins with Barclay noticeably more aggressive. She storms forward almost immediately, ignoring the low kicks Chen flicks at her legs. Her goal is clear. Get inside and make it ugly. Chen remains composed, circling and stabbing kicks into the body. The technique is sharp and precise, but Barclay absorbs them with stubborn resolve. One heavy body kick lands flush and visibly jolts her, yet she simply resets and pushes forward again. Then the fight swings. Barclay times Chen stepping in and blasts him with a hard left hook that snaps his head back. The crowd gasps as Chen retreats quickly, covering up while Barclay surges after him with punches. Chen clinches instinctively. Once again they collide chest-to-chest, and Chen begins unloading knees from the Thai plum, the weapon that has made his brief career memorable. One brutal knee thuds into Barclay’s body. Another grazes the jaw and forces her backward, but Barclay adapts. Instead of disengaging, she slips her hips inside and uses Chen’s posture against him. With a sudden pivot, she launches a textbook judo throw, an explosive harai goshi, that sends Chen crashing to the mat. The growing crowd erupts louder now. Barclay wastes no time. She lands inside side control and immediately begins hammering vicious elbows. Chen attempts to shrimp and recover guard, but Barclay’s pressure is suffocating. Then she advances, sliding her knee across the belly and floats into full mount. Chen bucks hard, trying to dislodge her, but the movement opens a window. Barclay isolates his right arm, steps over the head, and falls back into a tight armbar. Chen tries to clasp his hands together, grimacing as Barclay extends her hips. The joint is stretched dangerously. He holds for a moment, but Barclay wrenches the arm straight and Chen taps. The referee dives in as the crowd applauds the gritty finish.
Barclay releases the hold immediately and rises to her feet, chest heaving but eyes blazing with satisfaction. For a debut performance, it’s an emphatic statement. Weathering Chen’s punishing kicks and knees in the first round before dragging the fight into her world and finishing it in the second. Chen sits upright against the fence, shaking out his arm. Around the Smoothie King Center, the early arriving crowd buzzes with excitement. The night has officially begun, and if this gritty opener is any indication, tonight might be headed toward something special.
Winner: Kimberly Barclay by Submission (Armbar) at 3:18 Round 2
Statistics: Somsak Chen
Punches 6/12 (50%)
Kicks 18/28 (64%)
Clinch strikes 14/20 (70%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 1/3 (33%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 6/8 (75%)
Time on the ground 103 s
Statistics: Kimberly Barclay
Punches 19/35 (54%)
Kicks 1/2 (50%)
Clinch strikes 11/18 (61%)
Takedowns 2/4 (50%)
GnP strikes 17/26 (65%)
Submissions 1/1 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 8/11 (73%)
Time on the ground 103 s
ROUND ONE: The energy inside the Smoothie King Center has shifted noticeably since the gritty opener. More fans have poured into their seats, the hum of conversation replaced by the sharper buzz of anticipation. The cage lights gleam brighter now as the second prelim is announced. It’s a grappler’s duel on paper, though no one is quite sure how the styles will collide. Both fighters begin cautiously, circling near the outer edge of the octagon. Ismael Mounir stands in a compact orthodox stance, hands high, posture calm. His approach is measured, almost conservative, like a grappler patiently waiting for the right opening. Sera Steiner wastes little time trying to create one. She advances with steady pressure, probing with straight punches and low kicks that aren’t particularly explosive but serve their purpose of forcing Mounir to react. The striking exchanges are brief and tentative. Mounir flicks a jab, but it lacks sting, and Steiner confidently marches through it. Thirty seconds in, she shoots. The double leg attempt comes fast and powerful, driving Mounir halfway across the cage before he sprawls hard and clamps onto a whizzer. The crowd murmurs as the pair grind against the fence, each adjusting grips and balance. Mounir shows excellent composure, using underhooks to stall the takedown before pivoting away. The separation draws a generous cheer. Steiner immediately closes distance again. This time she clinches high on the body and executes a sharp outside trip, dumping Mounir onto his back with authority. The thud against the canvas echoes. Steiner settles into half guard and begins methodically working short punches and elbows. They aren’t wild or reckless, just steady damage meant to wear her opponent down. Mounir remains patient, tying up wrists and controlling posture, occasionally threatening with subtle guard shifts. Midway through the round, Mounir nearly changes the narrative. As Steiner postures up, he snatches her arm and swings his hips for an armbar attempt. The crowd reacts instantly. Steiner yanks her arm free just in time, scrambling back into top position. The final minute becomes a battle of pressure versus survival. Steiner pins Mounir against the mat with heavy shoulder pressure while peppering him with punches to the ribs and head. Mounir defends intelligently but struggles to create space. The horn sounds with Steiner still in control, drawing approving applause from the New Orleans crowd.
ROUND TWO: If the first round established Steiner’s game plan, the second confirms it with emphasis. She storms forward immediately, throwing a quick one-two that forces Mounir to retreat before dropping levels for another takedown. This one lands clean. She blasts through his hips and drives him to the canvas in the center of the cage. The crowd pops louder this time. Steiner wastes no time advancing position. She slices through half guard with heavy pressure and slides into side control. Mounir attempts to frame and shrimp away, but Steiner’s strength and balance keep him flattened. Short elbows begin raining down. Mounir remains composed, trying to recover guard, but Steiner stays a step ahead. When he turns to his side, she traps the near arm and floats into mount, drawing an audible pop from the arena. Now the damage starts to mount. Steiner unleashes a steady barrage of ground and pound, punches and slicing elbows that force Mounir to cover up. He bucks hard to escape, but the movement only creates more openings. The referee begins watching closely. Mounir manages to roll to his side and momentarily stand, but Steiner clamps onto his waist and drags him right back down with a powerful mat return. The control is suffocating. From there, Steiner climbs back into mount and unleashes a brutal flurry of punches. Mounir tries to defend, but the shots are slipping through cleanly. Finally, the referee steps in and waves it off.
Steiner rises from the stoppage with a sharp exhale, raising both fists as the crowd cheers the dominant debut. It wasn’t flashy striking or a highlight reel submission, but pure grappling authority and relentless pressure. Mounir sits upright against the fence, exhausted but composed, like he’s come to terms with the result. The crowd energy continues to build. Two fights in, the prelims have already delivered gritty finishes and if the momentum keeps building like this, the night could be headed toward a thunderous night.
Winner: Sera Steiner by TKO (GnP) at 2:41 Round 2
Statistics: Ismael Mounir
Punches 7/16 (44%)
Kicks 2/6 (33%)
Clinch strikes 4/8 (50%)
Takedowns 0/2 (0%)
GnP strikes 1/3 (33%)
Submissions 1/1 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 5/7 (71%)
Time on the ground 221 s
Statistics: Sera Steiner
Punches 22/41 (54%)
Kicks 5/9 (56%)
Clinch strikes 6/12 (50%)
Takedowns 4/6 (67%)
GnP strikes 31/48 (65%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 7/10 (70%)
Time on the ground 221 s
ROUND ONE: By the time the third prelim is announced, the atmosphere inside the Smoothie King Center has thickened with suspense. The lower bowl is nearly full now, the hum of conversation giving way to sharper bursts of cheers. When the cage announcer introduces Ezra Moretti as fighting out of nearby St. Rose, the crowd erupts with the loudest reaction of the prelims so far. Local favorite. Undefeated prospect. The energy shifts instantly. Across the cage stands Ammar Elamin, the seasoned veteran who stands composed, quiet, and dangerous in his own right. Both fighters emerge from their corners in southpaw stances, circling cautiously as they gauge distance. The opening minute unfolds like a chess match with subtle feints, probing kicks, and small footwork adjustments. Elamin begins dictating the range with quick body kicks and calf kicks, using his long limbs and agile movement to keep Moretti guessing. His stance switches fluidly as he pivots away from the cage, showing the kind of veteran composure that has kept him relevant in the division. Moretti remains calm. He absorbs the information rather than forcing exchanges, occasionally flicking a jab or stabbing a kick toward the midsection. The striking output is modest, but his eyes remain locked on Elamin’s hips and shoulders, studying patterns. Midway through the round, Elamin attempts to take control. He steps in with a left kick to the body and immediately crashes into the clinch, looking to use his judo background. The two fighters pummel for position near the fence, trading underhooks and shoulder pressure. Elamin tries an inside trip but Moretti reads it perfectly. Instead of resisting the throw directly, he shifts his hips and turns the momentum sideways, forcing a scramble rather than a clean takedown. The crowd roars at the slick defensive awareness. They separate, and Elamin resumes kicking from range with thudding strikes to the ribs and legs that echo through the arena, but Moretti remains unfazed. In the final thirty seconds, he shoots his first takedown attempt of the fight, a quick level change into a double leg that drives Elamin backward. Elamin sprawls hard, but Moretti chains the attack into a body lock and drags him down near the fence. The crowd roars again. Moretti lands in half guard and briefly threatens to advance position before the horn sounds, ending the round with the hometown prospect controlling the grappling exchange.
ROUND TWO: The second round begins with noticeably more urgency from Elamin. He understands the grappling threat now, and he attempts to keep the fight standing with constant movement. He fires a sharp combination, left kick to the body followed by a quick hook. It lands clean enough to get the crowd’s attention, but Moretti’s composure never wavers. He steps forward methodically, feinting strikes before changing levels again. Elamin reacts quickly, sprawling and framing with his forearms, but Moretti transitions seamlessly to a single leg. Moretti lifts the leg, runs the pipe, and dumps Elamin to the canvas in the center of the cage. The crowd rises to its feet as he settles into top position. Elamin scrambles immediately, trying to create chaos. He attempts to stand, but Moretti sticks to him like glue, dragging him back down and sliding into side control. The pressure is suffocating. Moretti patiently isolates an arm while Elamin bridges and twists beneath him. Every movement from the veteran seems calculated to create space, but Moretti counters each attempt with quiet precision. Then the opening appears. As Elamin turns onto his side to escape, Moretti slips one hook in… then the other. Back control. The arena spikes. Moretti wastes no time. He snakes his arm under the chin and clamps down on a tight rear naked choke. Elamin immediately fights the hands, but the position is too clean and the squeeze too precise. Seconds pass. The crowd begins chanting as Moretti calmly tightens the choke, and then… Elamin taps.
The Smoothie King Center explodes with cheers as Moretti releases the choke and rises to his feet. The hometown fighter raises his arms, calm but smiling as the roar washes over him. It’s the performance many expected from the undefeated prospect. Disciplined, intelligent, and ruthlessly efficient once the opportunity presented itself. Elamin sits against the fence, breathing heavily but nodding respectfully. He tested the young contender early, forcing him to solve a tricky puzzle, and Moretti cracked it. And as he climbs the cage wall to salute the crowd, the message feels clear. A new bantamweight threat may have just announced himself in New Orleans.
Winner: Ezra Moretti by Submission (RNC) at 4:01 Round 2
Statistics: Ammar Elamin
Punches 9/20 (45%)
Kicks 21/36 (58%)
Clinch strikes 4/9 (44%)
Takedowns 1/3 (33%)
GnP strikes 3/6 (50%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 6/9 (67%)
Time on the ground 167 s
Statistics: Ezra Moretti
Punches 12/22 (55%)
Kicks 8/14 (57%)
Clinch strikes 5/10 (50%)
Takedowns 3/5 (60%)
GnP strikes 6/11 (55%)
Submissions 1/1 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 7/10 (70%)
Time on the ground 167 s
ROUND ONE: The featured prelim arrives with a noticeable spike in electricity inside the Smoothie King Center. The lower bowl is packed now, and the Louisiana crowd has another reason to cheer as Baton Rouge’s own Damien Locke makes the walk. The roar that greets him carries a distinctly local pride. Across the cage stands Grayson Wade, a physically imposing wrestler whose rocky relationship with the scale has been a talking point all week. When the cage door shuts, the tension sharpens. Locke’s fans expect fireworks, but Wade’s intensity during the staredown hints that the opening minutes could be dangerous. As the opening round begins, Wade explodes forward almost immediately. He wastes no time establishing pressure, marching toward Locke with a tight guard and heavy boxing combinations. Locke, true to form, starts cautiously, circling the perimeter and measuring distance with probing kicks that fall just short. Wade senses the hesitation and pounces. A looping right hand lands clean and jolts Locke’s head back, drawing a gasp from the crowd. Wade follows with a flurry of hooks and straight punches that force Locke toward the fence. The Baton Rouge fighter shells up and absorbs the storm while trying to create angles to escape. The momentum is clearly Wade’s. Midway through the round, Wade changes levels and shoots a powerful double leg. Locke’s defense falters, and he’s driven to the mat with a heavy thud. Wade settles into top position and begins grinding with short punches and shoulder pressure, forcing Locke to carry his weight. The crowd grows uneasy as Wade controls the action. Locke eventually scrambles back to his feet, but Wade continues pouring on offense of clinch knees, body shots, and relentless forward pressure. The early pace is ferocious, and Wade looks determined to break Locke before the fight ever finds rhythm. The cost of that intensity begins to show in the final minute. His punches lose some snap, his breathing heavier. Locke finally finds room to work and lands two solid body kicks that echo through the arena. The round ends with Wade still pressing forward, but the seeds of fatigue are already visible.
ROUND TWO: The second round opens with a subtle but important shift. Wade still advances, but the explosive bursts from the first round are gone. His shoulders rise and fall with heavier breaths as he stalks forward. Locke, meanwhile, begins to settle. He plants his feet more confidently now, unleashing the weapons that define his kickboxing style. A thunderous calf kick lands first, buckling Wade’s stance slightly. Another follows moments later, and the crowd roars as the rhythm begins to change. Locke’s pressure becomes suffocating. He stalks forward behind stabbing body kicks and snapping low kicks that chew at Wade’s legs. Wade tries to respond with boxing combinations, but the pace has slowed dramatically, and the strikes arrive half a beat late. A sharp right body kick lands flush, forcing Wade to grimace. Midway through the round, Wade attempts another takedown, more out of necessity than strategy, but the shot is labored. Locke sprawls, circles away, and punishes the attempt with a crushing knee to the body in the clinch. Now the momentum has fully flipped. Locke pins Wade against the fence and unleashes a vicious series of knees and elbows. Wade survives the barrage, but the damage accumulates quickly. Every kick from Locke now thuds with heavier impact. The final thirty seconds are all Locke. A brutal low kick sends Wade stumbling backward, and Locke follows with a flurry of punches and a high kick that whistles past Wade’s guard. The crowd senses the tide turning and erupts with every strike. When the horn sounds, Wade trudges to his corner breathing heavily, while Locke stands tall, momentum firmly in his favor.
ROUND THREE: The final round begins with a sense of inevitability within reach. Wade’s corner urges urgency, but his body language tells another story. The early explosion from round one has drained him. Locke sees it immediately. He strides forward and fires a devastating calf kick that nearly sweeps Wade’s leg out from under him. The Baton Rouge crowd rises as Locke closes distance, smelling the finish. A crushing body kick lands next. Wade winces and retreats, his guard high but reactions slow. Locke presses forward relentlessly now with a right hand, left hook, then another brutal kick to the ribs that forces Wade to fold slightly. Wade tries to clinch in desperation, but Locke shrugs him off and unleashes a violent combination. A right hand lands flush, followed by a ripping left hook that sends Wade crashing to the canvas. The crowd explodes. Locke swarms instantly, hammering punches from above as Wade struggles to cover up. The referee watches closely for a moment before diving in to stop the contest.
The Smoothie King Center erupts as Locke leaps to his feet, pounding his chest while the Louisiana crowd showers him with cheers. It’s a dramatic comeback performance, weathering a terrifying first round before systematically dismantling Wade with pressure, conditioning, and punishing kicks. Wade sits against the fence, exhausted, the consequences of his early pace written across his face. For Locke, though, the moment belongs to him. As his hand is raised and the roar of the arena swells, the Baton Rouge striker soaks it all in, proving once again that patience and conditioning can turn the tide of a fight.
Winner: Damien Locke by TKO (Punches) at 1:48 Round 3
Statistics: Damien Locke
Punches 32/64 (50%)
Kicks 41/70 (59%)
Clinch strikes 14/21 (67%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 9/15 (60%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 7/10 (70%)
Time on the ground 112 s
Statistics: Grayson Wade
Punches 28/55 (51%)
Kicks 9/18 (50%)
Clinch strikes 16/27 (59%)
Takedowns 2/5 (40%)
GnP strikes 11/19 (58%)
Submissions 0/1 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 9/14 (64%)
Time on the ground 112 s
ROUND ONE: The transition from prelims to main card brings a surge of electricity inside the Smoothie King Center. The lights dim slightly as the walkouts conclude, and the noise level inside the arena swells to another level. The crowd senses the stakes rising, and with Metairie’s own Luca Rojas stepping into the cage, the Louisiana faithful find someone to rally behind immediately. Across from him stands Miguel Medina, the technically sharp boxer representing the first half of a fascinating storyline: twin against twin. Tonight begins with Luca facing Miguel before their brothers meet later on the card. The tension hangs thick as the round begins and Medina wastes no time establishing the tone. He takes the center of the cage immediately, settling into a crisp orthodox stance with his lead hand twitching constantly. His jab begins snapping out early and perfectly timed as Rojas circles along the perimeter looking for entries. Rojas stays composed, bouncing lightly on his toes and feinting level changes, but Medina’s footwork and distance management make those attempts difficult. Thirty seconds in, the first clean shot lands. A stiff jab from Medina cracks against Rojas’ nose, drawing a brief rumble from the crowd. Medina follows with a straight right that whistles past Rojas’ guard and forces him to reset. Rojas finally shoots midway through the round, ducking under a jab and driving forward on a double leg. Medina reacts instantly with a sharp sprawl and underhooks, stuffing the attempt and forcing a clinch battle against the fence. The crowd buzzes as the grappling chess match unfolds. Rojas patiently works for inside position, attempting a trip from the body lock, but Medina shows excellent balance and disengages with a short elbow on the break. Back at range, Medina resumes his technical assault. Jabs, straight rights, and the occasional hook slice through the air with clean mechanics. None are fight ending shots, but they accumulate steadily. The final minute sees Rojas finally drag the fight briefly to the mat with a well timed single leg, landing in half guard. However, Medina scrambles effectively, popping back to his feet before significant damage can be done. The horn sounds with Medina pumping a final jab into Rojas’ guard, drawing a reaction from fans appreciative of the crisp boxing.
ROUND TWO: Rojas emerges for the second round with clearer intent. He pressures forward immediately, cutting off the cage and forcing Medina to circle more aggressively. Instead of shooting from distance, Rojas begins closing space with clinch entries, forcing grappling exchanges where his strengths shine. Medina still lands the cleaner punches early, snapping Rojas’ head back with a quick one-two, but the Louisiana native absorbs it and keeps marching forward. Two minutes in, Rojas times a jab perfectly. He slips inside, ducks low, and drives through Medina’s hips with a powerful double leg takedown that sends both men crashing to the canvas. The arena erupts. Rojas settles methodically into half guard, applying heavy chest pressure while working to isolate an arm. Medina stays calm beneath him, using frames and hip escapes to prevent advancement, but Rojas is relentless. He slowly slides his knee across the belly and briefly threatens mount, forcing Medina to scramble hard to recover guard. The grappling battle intensifies as Rojas hunts for a kimura grip, then transitions to a guillotine attempt when Medina tries to stand. Medina escapes, but not without absorbing grinding pressure for nearly two minutes. The crowd grows louder as Rojas maintains control. The final thirty seconds see Medina finally stand, firing a sharp right hand that clips Rojas as he separates. Rojas answers with a quick trip attempt that nearly puts Medina back down before the horn sounds. The round ends with Rojas raising his fists toward the Louisiana crowd as they roar approval.
ROUND THREE: The final round opens with tension hanging in the air. Both corners know this fight may be even. Medina resumes his disciplined boxing approach, pumping the jab and circling to keep distance. The shots land cleanly, quick combinations that snap Rojas’ head back and force him to chase. Rojas remains persistent as he shoots twice early, both attempts stuffed by Medina’s excellent takedown defense. The exchanges are razor close now with Medina landing sharp counters while Rojas threatens with level changes. Midway through the round, Rojas finally breaks through again. He catches Medina stepping forward and drives into a body lock, tripping him down near the fence. The crowd explodes as Rojas lands in top position once more, but Medina refuses to stay there long. He scrambles furiously, popping back to his feet after absorbing only a handful of short strikes. Back on the feet, the striking exchanges become increasingly frantic. Medina lands a beautiful three-punch combination. Rojas answers with a hard clinch knee and another takedown attempt. The final minute becomes a chaotic blur of scrambles, punches, and grappling exchanges. With ten seconds left, both fighters trade in the center of the cage. Medina is snapping jabs and Rojas throwing a looping overhand before diving for one last takedown. The horn sounds as they tumble into the clinch, drawing a roaring ovation from the crowd. After several tense moments, the scorecards are read.
The Smoothie King Center erupts as Rojas’ hand is raised, the Louisiana native exhaling deeply as relief washes across his face. It wasn’t a dominant victory, but it was a gritty, technical battle that showcased both men’s discipline. Medina nods respectfully, disappointed but composed after a strong showing of clean, technical boxing. As Rojas climbs the cage wall to salute the crowd, the storyline continues building. Because up next, the other half of the twin rivalry will unfold and now the Rojas family holds the early edge.
Winner: Lucas Rojas by Split Decision
Statistics: Luca Rojas
Punches 24/48 (50%)
Kicks 9/18 (50%)
Clinch strikes 15/24 (63%)
Takedowns 4/9 (44%)
GnP strikes 8/15 (53%)
Submissions 2/3 (67%)
Clinch Attempts 10/14 (71%)
Time on the ground 214 s
Statistics: Miguel Medina
Punches 46/89 (52%)
Kicks 12/22 (55%)
Clinch strikes 10/17 (59%)
Takedowns 0/2 (0%)
GnP strikes 2/4 (50%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 7/11 (64%)
Time on the ground 214 s
ROUND ONE: The buzz inside the Smoothie King Center barely settles after the previous decision before the arena is thrown right back into suspense. The storyline is too good not to feel the tension, brother versus brother, gym versus gym, twin versus twin. Moments ago, Luca Rojas edged Miguel Medina in a razor thin split decision. Now the second half of the “Bayou Battle of the Twins” unfolds as Mateo Rojas steps in against Mauricio Medina. If the first fight was tactical, this one promises chaos. The first frame begins and chaos arrives immediately. Mateo Rojas storms out of his corner like a man trying to end the fight early. He charges forward with looping punches and a hard body kick, forcing Mauricio Medina backward almost instantly. The crowd roars at the aggression, sensing the contrast from the more measured first twin matchup. Mauricio answers with fire. A sharp one-two snaps Mateo’s head back as Medina plants his feet and fires combinations in return. Both fighters are willing to stand their ground, and within the first minute the fight becomes a furious exchange of hooks, straight punches, and body shots. Neither man is interested in slowing down. Mateo crashes into a clinch, trying to impose grappling pressure, but Mauricio digs underhooks and spins free before blasting a right hand over the top that staggers Mateo briefly. The crowd explodes. Mateo responds the only way he knows how, by charging forward even harder. He shoots a takedown attempt, driving Medina toward the fence, but Mauricio sprawls and turns it into a scramble. The fight hits the mat momentarily before both fighters pop back up in a chaotic tangle. Midway through, Medina lands his cleanest shot yet, a blistering three-punch combination ending with a right hook that wobbles Mateo and forces him to clinch again to recover. But even rocked, Mateo refuses to slow the pace. The final minute becomes a wild exchange of scrambles and pocket boxing. Mateo lands a trip and briefly takes top position, but Medina immediately explodes back to his feet. When the horn sounds, both men are still throwing punches in the center of the cage as the crowd gives them a standing ovation.
ROUND TWO: The second round begins just as recklessly. Mateo comes out pressing forward again, but his aggression becomes more tactical. He mixes level changes with punches, forcing Mauricio to hesitate before unloading his combinations. The adjustment pays off quickly. Mateo times a jab and shoots underneath it, driving through for a powerful double leg takedown that slams Medina to the canvas. The crowd erupts as the Louisiana fans rally behind the Rojas corner, but Mauricio is dangerous everywhere. From his back he immediately threatens with elbows and scrambles, forcing Mateo to constantly adjust his control. Within seconds the fight becomes a whirlwind of reversals with Medina nearly sweeping from guard before Mateo regains top position. The grappling pace is frantic. Mateo briefly threatens a guillotine as Medina stands, then switches to a body lock takedown that dumps him back to the mat. The crowd gasps as both men roll through another scramble that ends with Medina back on his feet. Back at striking range, Medina unleashes a brutal combination, four punches ending with a left hook that lands clean. Mateo eats it and barrels forward again, initiating another clinch exchange. The final thirty seconds become pure chaos. Mateo attempts another takedown, Medina sprawls and counters with knees, and both men tumble to the canvas again before scrambling back up just as the horn sounds. The arena roars, recognizing the momentum swing toward Rojas thanks to his relentless grappling pressure.
ROUND THREE: By the third round, fatigue begins creeping in but neither fighter acknowledges it. Mateo continues marching forward with the same relentless pressure, while Medina plants his feet and fires explosive combinations whenever openings appear. The early exchanges are still violent. Medina lands a crisp right hand that sends sweat spraying across the canvas. Mateo answers with a takedown attempt that Medina barely stuffs before spinning into a clinch along the fence. Knees and short punches trade in tight quarters as the crowd buzzes. Midway through the final frame, Mateo finally drags the fight to the mat again with a grinding body lock takedown. The Louisiana crowd erupts, sensing the pivotal moment of the fight. Medina refuses to stay there long though. He explodes into another scramble, nearly reversing position before Mateo regains control and briefly takes the back. The two fighters roll through yet another chaotic sequence before separating again. Now both men are swinging wildly. Medina chases a knockout with looping hooks, but overextends slightly. Mateo capitalizes by shooting one final takedown that plants Medina against the fence. The crowd rises to its feet. Mateo holds top control through a tense scramble as the final seconds tick away. When the horn sounds, both fighters collapse backwards onto the canvas exhausted after fifteen relentless minutes.
After a tense pause, the scorecards are read. The Smoothie King Center erupts once again as Mateo Rojas throws his arms into the air, realizing the Rojas twins have swept the Medina twins, both by razor thin split decisions. Mauricio Medina stands quietly across the cage, hands on his hips, shaking his head. Two fights. Two split decisions. Two sets of twins. As Mateo embraces his brother at cageside, one thought lingers in the air around the arena. This may be a budding rivalry we didn’t know we had to have.
Winner: Mateo Rojas by Split Decision
Statistics: Mateo Rojas
Punches 78/142 (55%)
Kicks 26/51 (51%)
Clinch strikes 34/56 (61%)
Takedowns 5/11 (45%)
GnP strikes 27/44 (61%)
Submissions 3/5 (60%)
Clinch Attempts 16/22 (73%)
Time on the ground 196 s
Statistics: Mauricio Medina
Punches 112/201 (56%)
Kicks 33/63 (52%)
Clinch strikes 28/47 (60%)
Takedowns 2/5 (40%)
GnP strikes 18/30 (60%)
Submissions 1/2 (50%)
Clinch Attempts 11/17 (65%)
Time on the ground 196 s
ROUND ONE: The featured undercard bout brings a clash of chaos and confidence as Shane Rudd looks to rebound from a disappointing Union GP debut. Standing across from him is the outspoken and dangerous Eden Reid, a long limbed Muay Thai striker who isn’t afraid to talk her way into her opponent’s head while throwing leather. For Rudd, this fight is about proving he belongs among the division’s contenders. For Reid, it’s a chance to silence a ranked brawler and steal the spotlight in spectacular fashion. With both fighters known for aggression and toughness, fireworks feel almost guaranteed. From the opening seconds, the contrast in styles was immediately apparent. Shane Rudd, the southpaw brawler from Baker, Louisiana, stalked forward with heavy shoulders and little concern for defense, gloves high but chin daringly present. Across from him, Eden Reid stood tall in an orthodox stance, her long frame and reach advantage obvious as she flicked probing teeps and snapping jabs toward Rudd’s midsection. Reid almost immediately started smirking and chirping across the cage while snapping a quick combination. Rudd barely reacted to the taunting or the strikes, plowing forward with thudding body shots and looping left hands that forced Reid onto the back foot. The first big moment came two minutes in when Rudd stepped inside a long kick and uncorked a brutal overhand left. The punch clipped Reid clean and sent a ripple through the crowd as she staggered sideways before regaining balance. Reid responded with sharp Muay Thai counters. She landed a slicing elbow in a brief clinch and followed with a knee up the middle that snapped Rudd’s head back. Still, the Louisiana native seemed unfazed. He ate the shot and fired back with a brutal right hook to the body, left cross upstairs, and another crushing hook three-punch combination that forced Reid to retreat. Reid tried to slow him down with kicks. Her calf kicks began to slap loudly against Rudd’s lead leg, and a beautifully disguised high kick grazed the side of his head. The crowd buzzed as Reid grinned and kept talking, gesturing for more. Despite this, Rudd’s pressure was relentless. He marched forward, absorbing shots and landing heavier ones. In the final minute, he trapped Reid along the fence and unleashed a savage barrage, starting with tight hooks and ending with digging body blows that forced Reid to clinch just to survive. The horn sounded with both fighters still exchanging in the pocket and the crowd roaring at the chaos.
ROUND TWO: If Reid hoped to reset the pace in the second round, Rudd had other plans. He came out even more aggressive, stepping into range immediately and firing a booming left cross that cracked against Reid’s guard. Reid attempted to circle away, throwing sharp kicks to maintain distance, but Rudd cut off the cage like a freight train. Reid continued talking, trying to bait him into mistakes, but Rudd seemed locked in. He slipped a jab and detonated a brutal body shot that visibly folded Reid for a moment. The crowd erupted as Rudd sensed the opening and poured forward. Reid fired back. She landed a beautiful right elbow during a brief clinch exchange and followed with a stabbing knee to the ribs, but every strike she threw came with risk, and Rudd was more than willing to trade. Thirty seconds later, the finishing sequence unfolded. Reid threw a long right kick toward the body. Rudd caught part of it on his forearm and stepped forward instantly, planting his feet. The southpaw unleashed a monstrous left cross that landed flush on Reid’s jaw. Her head snapped sideways and her legs betrayed her. She stumbled backward toward the fence. Rudd chased her down with ruthless instinct. A crushing right hook landed next, followed by another thundering left hand that sent Reid collapsing to the canvas. The crowd surged to its feet as Rudd dove forward with a brief hammerfist before the referee rushed in.
Rudd rose to his feet roaring and pounding his chest as the Louisiana crowd exploded with pride. Reid sat against the cage for a moment, tough as ever, shaking her head in frustration but showing respect as she was helped up. For Shane Rudd, it was the statement performance he desperately needed, an emphatic knockout victory that reminded the lightweight division exactly how dangerous his fists can be.
Winner: Shane Rudd by KO (Punches) at 2:11 Round 2
Statistics: Shane Rudd
Punches 52/96 (54%)
Kicks 11/22 (50%)
Clinch strikes 7/12 (58%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 1/2 (50%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 4/6 (67%)
Time on the ground 0 s
Statistics: Eden Reid
Punches 41/88 (47%)
Kicks 34/62 (55%)
Clinch strikes 12/20 (60%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 5/9 (56%)
Time on the ground 0 s
ROUND ONE: The energy inside the SKC reached a fever pitch as New Orleans native Clay Maddox made the walk for the co-main event. The hometown crowd roared with every step, their chants echoing through the building as he stepped into the cage. Across from him stood former welterweight title challenger Connor Bouchard, composed but visibly aware that he was stepping into hostile territory. When the opening seconds of the round began, both fighters adopted orthodox stances and immediately showed respect for each other’s grappling pedigree. There was little of the typical feeling out process. Instead, they circled tightly, feinting level changes and hand fighting almost like two elite grapplers beginning a submission match. Maddox struck first, snapping a crisp jab followed by a straight right that grazed Bouchard’s guard. Bouchard responded with a short right hook and attempted to close distance into a clinch, but Maddox met him with heavy underhooks and spun him toward the fence. The crowd erupted as Maddox displayed surprising physicality in the clinch, peppering Bouchard with short punches and sneaky knees to the body. Bouchard eventually reversed position and dragged the fight to the mat with a slick inside trip. For a brief moment it looked like the fight might unfold exactly where he wanted it. He slid into half guard and hunted for wrist control, patiently trying to isolate an arm, but Maddox stayed calm. Using a quick hip escape and a tight whizzer, Maddox scrambled back to his knees before spinning behind Bouchard in a lightning fast transition. The crowd roared as Maddox snatched the front headlock during the scramble, locking his hands tightly around Bouchard’s neck and arm. From there, everything happened fast. Maddox rolled through and threaded his arm deeper, cinching up a vicious anaconda choke. Bouchard tried to base out and relieve pressure, but Maddox walked his body around, tightening the coil like a constricting serpent. The crowd sensed it immediately. Bouchard fought the hands for several desperate seconds, his face reddening as the choke tightened, but the squeeze was relentless. With nowhere to go and the pressure crushing down, Bouchard had no choice but to tap.
The arena exploded. Maddox popped to his feet, pounding his chest and roaring as the hometown fans erupted in celebration. For the surging welterweight contender, it was a statement victory, one that proved he belonged firmly in the upper tier of the division and may be closer to another major opportunity than anyone expected.
Winner: Clay Maddox by Submission (Anaconda Choke) at 3:48 Round 1
Statistics: Connor Bouchard
Punches 3/12 (25%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 1/2 (50%)
Takedowns 1/2 (50%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 2/3 (67%)
Time on the ground 84 s
Statistics: Clay Maddox
Punches 4/13 (31%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 2/3 (67%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 1/1 (100%)
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)
Time on the ground 84 s
ROUND ONE: The energy inside the SKC was electric as New Orleans’ own Morgan LeChance stepped into the cage for her third main event appearance under the Union GP banner. The crowd roared their approval, chanting her name as she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, loose and focused. Across from her stood Milana Radek, stone faced and cold eyed, pacing like a predator ready to spoil the hometown celebration. Both women opened in orthodox stances, but their approaches couldn’t have been more different. LeChance immediately began working behind sharp, fast jabs and quick outside calf kicks, using fluid footwork to circle and maintain range. Radek moved with a measured, stalking pace, occasionally switching rhythm before firing sudden, unpredictable strikes that put her Silat background on display in the odd angles she created. LeChance landed the first clean combination with a crisp one-two followed by a snapping round kick to the ribs. The crowd erupted as Radek absorbed the strike and nodded back with a smirk. Moments later, Radek answered with a spinning backfist that whistled past LeChance’s guard and clipped her shoulder, drawing an audible gasp from the audience. Radek’s strategy soon became clearer. She closed distance aggressively, tying LeChance up in the clinch before attempting to drag the fight down. LeChance defended the first attempt well, framing against Radek’s neck and firing short knees before circling off the cage. As LeChance stepped forward behind a jab, Radek’s outstretched fingers grazed directly into LeChance’s eye. LeChance recoiled instantly, covering her face as the referee jumped in to halt the action. The arena erupted with boos while Radek stood nearby, arms slightly raised as if to suggest it was accidental. After a brief pause, the referee issued a firm warning to Radek and allowed LeChance time to recover. When the fight resumed, Radek surged forward with renewed aggression. She mixed stiff boxing combinations with sudden level changes, forcing LeChance to defend takedowns while eating short punches during the entries. In the final minute, Radek successfully completed a takedown along the fence, landing in half guard and grinding with shoulder pressure. LeChance fought to create space, but Radek controlled the closing seconds with heavy top pressure as the horn sounded. The hometown crowd buzzed uneasily. Radek had likely stolen the opening round, but the controversial eye poke had already added another layer of bad blood to an already heated rivalry.
ROUND TWO: The tension that ended the first round carried straight into the second. Morgan LeChance rose from her stool with a determined expression, bouncing lightly as she tried to reassert control of the distance. Across the cage, Milana Radek looked just as composed, though there was a sharper edge to her movements now. LeChance returned to what she does best, and that’s her speed. She opened with quick lateral movement and began pumping the jab again, snapping Radek’s head back with a crisp one-two before darting off to the side. A thudding inside leg kick followed, drawing cheers from the New Orleans crowd as their hometown favorite tried to re-establish rhythm, but Radek refused to be dictated to. She cut the cage patiently, waiting for LeChance to settle before launching sudden bursts of offense. A whipping overhand right skimmed the top of LeChance’s guard, followed immediately by a stabbing straight to the body that slowed her movement for a moment. Radek’s striking remained unpredictable, mixing traditional boxing with sudden spinning techniques that kept LeChance cautious. About ninety seconds into the round, Radek changed levels beautifully. She slipped under a jab and shot in on the hips, driving forward with relentless pressure. LeChance initially sprawled well, digging for underhooks, but Radek continued to chain the attempt, switching to a body lock before tripping LeChance to the canvas near the fence. The crowd groaned as Radek settled on top. From half guard, Radek methodically worked to advance position, using tight shoulder pressure and short elbows that thudded against LeChance’s temple. LeChance stayed active off her back, throwing up her legs for a possible triangle and attempting to control Radek’s wrists, but Radek remained disciplined, keeping her posture strong and avoiding the traps. Halfway through the round, Radek briefly threatened with a head and arm choke attempt while passing to side control, forcing LeChance to scramble hard just to regain half guard. By the final minute, LeChance finally exploded to her feet during a scramble, drawing a loud roar from the crowd. She immediately fired a quick three-punch combination and a body kick that landed clean as Radek backed away. Still, the round ended with Radek pressing forward again, landing a stiff right hand just before the horn. Two rounds in, Radek appeared firmly in control of the fight’s pace and geography, while LeChance was being forced to constantly fight uphill against the aggressive challenger.
ROUND THREE: By the start of round three, the tension inside the arena had shifted. The New Orleans crowd was still loud, but there was a nervous edge to the noise. Morgan LeChance had moments, flashes of the speed and precision that made her a fan favorite, but Milana Radek had largely dictated the fight through two rounds. LeChance came out with urgency. She widened her stance and began pumping sharper combinations, snapping Radek’s head back with a fast jab-cross before whipping a round kick to the body. The strikes landed clean, and for a brief moment Radek took a step back, blinking as if reassessing. The crowd roared, sensing momentum, but Radek answered with the same calculated aggression that had served her well all fight. She began feinting level changes again, forcing LeChance to hesitate on her combinations. A sudden step in right hand cracked through LeChance’s guard, followed by a tight left hook that forced the hometown fighter to circle out quickly. Then Radek unleashed one of her signature weapons. As LeChance attempted to re-enter with a jab, Radek spun suddenly, her spinning backfist arcing through the air and grazing the side of LeChance’s head. The crowd gasped as LeChance stumbled a half step, immediately clinching to steady herself. Radek welcomed the clinch. She pressed LeChance against the fence, digging knees into the thigh and short punches into the ribs while working for another takedown. After a brief struggle for underhooks, Radek shifted her hips and dragged LeChance to the mat again, landing in top position to a chorus of groans from the crowd. From there, Radek controlled the fight with grinding efficiency. Short elbows sliced through LeChance’s guard while she methodically advanced to a tighter half guard, threatening to pass, but midway through, controversy struck again. As Radek postured to strike, her fingers once again extended dangerously forward. This time they landed clearly in LeChance’s eye. LeChance immediately recoiled, clutching her face as the referee rushed in. The boos were deafening. Radek protested briefly, shaking her head, but the referee was firm. This was the second foul. After allowing LeChance time to recover, the official deducted a point from Radek. When the action resumed, the atmosphere had changed completely. The hostility inside the arena boiled over as LeChance pressed forward with renewed fire, throwing quick combinations while Radek fired back aggressively. The final seconds turned chaotic, both women trading hard punches in the center of the cage as the horn sounded. Radek had again done strong work for much of the round, but the point deduction loomed large and the rivalry between these two fighters was clearly reaching a boiling point.
ROUND FOUR: With the fight entering the main event rounds, the atmosphere inside “The Blender” felt different. The earlier nervous tension had transformed into a surge of belief from the New Orleans crowd. Morgan LeChance rose from her corner with renewed urgency, knowing the fight had likely slipped through her fingers in the early rounds, but the point deduction had left a window of opportunity just barely cracked. Milana Radek, meanwhile, remained aggressive, but there was a noticeable shift in her demeanor. The earlier swagger had hardened into irritation. She paced forward with sharp, impatient steps, eager to impose herself again. LeChance started the round fast. She doubled up on her jab immediately, snapping Radek’s head back twice before stepping off at an angle. A hard low kick followed, and another. The strikes landed clean, and the crowd roared as LeChance began to establish a rhythm that had eluded her earlier in the fight. Radek tried to counter with her usual bursts, stepping in with a looping right hand and a sudden spinning attack, but LeChance was reading them better now. She slipped outside the right hand and fired a tight three-punch combination down the middle that forced Radek backward. For the first time in the fight, Radek looked slightly uncomfortable. LeChance kept the pressure smart and measured. Rather than rushing recklessly, she worked behind quick combinations and constant movement, peppering Radek with straight punches and sharp kicks to the body. Her speed advantage became increasingly obvious as the round wore on. Midway through the round, Radek attempted another takedown, ducking under a jab and driving toward the hips, but this time LeChance defended beautifully, sprawling hard and circling away before Radek could complete the entry. The crowd exploded as LeChance immediately punished the failed attempt with a brutal knee to the body and a snapping hook on the break. Radek responded with her usual toughness, firing back with a spinning backfist that partially connected, but LeChance absorbed it and kept firing. Her combinations were flowing now with fast hands, quick exits, and steady kicks to both the legs and body. The final minute belonged completely to the hometown fighter. LeChance trapped Radek briefly along the fence and unloaded a rapid six-punch combination that brought the crowd to its feet. Radek fired back with stubborn aggression, but she was beaten to the punch. As the horn sounded, LeChance raised her hands confidently. After three rounds of struggling to find answers, she had finally seized control and the fight was suddenly far closer than it had looked just minutes earlier.
ROUND FIVE: The arena buzzed with trepidation as the fighters rose for the final round. Twenty minutes of animosity, momentum swings, and controversy had brought the bout to a razor’s edge. Morgan LeChance stood poised in the center of the cage as the clock began, the hometown crowd roaring behind her. Across from her, Milana Radek paced forward with that same predatory stare, jaw set tight. Both women knew the final five minutes could decide everything. LeChance returned to the movement that fueled her success in Round four. She circled lightly, pumping the jab and firing quick two-punch combinations before sliding out of range. A snapping body kick landed early, followed by a sharp right hand that cracked through Radek’s guard. The crowd surged with every clean strike. Radek responded the way she always had in this fight, with pressure. She marched forward with heavy punches, trying to drag the fight back into her chaotic range. A stiff right hand landed over LeChance’s jab, and moments later Radek fired a spinning backfist that narrowly missed but forced LeChance to reset. The exchanges became increasingly fierce as the round progressed. Radek shot for a takedown near the two minute mark, driving LeChance toward the fence. This time the New Orleans native fought the attempt well, digging for underhooks and framing off the head before breaking free and circling away. Then the tension exploded again. As Radek lunged forward with a jab, her fingers once more extended dangerously. The contact was unmistakable, another eye poke that sent LeChance recoiling instantly. The crowd erupted in furious boos as the referee stepped in. Radek threw her hands up in frustration, but the official wasted no time. It was the third foul of the fight. After giving LeChance time to recover, the referee deducted another point from Radek. The hostility in the building reached a boiling point. When the fight resumed, both women fought with raw emotion. LeChance surged forward behind rapid combinations while Radek answered with aggressive counters, neither willing to back down. The final minute turned into a wild exchange of punches and kicks in the center of the cage, the crowd on its feet as both fighters dug deep. The horn finally sounded after twenty-five grueling minutes.
Both women stood in the center of the cage breathing heavily, exchanging icy stares before returning to their corners. When the scorecards were read moments later, the crowd held its breath.
Split decision.
Two judges awarded the fight to Morgan LeChance, while one sided with Milana Radek. The point deductions had loomed large, ultimately tipping the balance. Morgan LeChance had her hand raised in front of a roaring New Orleans crowd, but when the dust settled, the story of the fight felt more complicated than the scorecards alone suggested.
For long stretches of the bout, Milana Radek looked like the sharper and more imposing fighter. Her pressure, takedowns, and unpredictable striking controlled much of the early momentum, forcing LeChance to spend the first half of the fight reacting rather than dictating. In pure terms of who seemed to impose their style most consistently, Radek arguably had the stronger performance across the five rounds.
But fights are not judged in a vacuum and Radek’s recurring fouls proved impossible to ignore. The three eye pokes, and the two point deductions that followed, ultimately reshaped the outcome of the contest. In a fight decided by the tiniest of margins, those penalties became the difference between victory and defeat.
For Radek, the result leaves her in a strange competitive purgatory. The skill set is clearly there. The aggression, the creativity, the ability to control fights against top competition. However, back-to-back controversial outcomes, a disqualification loss followed by a split decision defeat influenced by point deductions, have reinforced her reputation as the bantamweight division’s bad girl.
The question now becomes whether Radek can rein in that reckless edge. If she does, her talent could carry her deep into the contender ranks. If she doesn’t, she may continue to live in that chaotic space where she’s dangerous enough to beat anyone, but unreliable enough to keep letting opportunities slip away.
Winner: Morgan LeChance by Split Decision
Statistics: Morgan LeChance
Punches 128/246 (52%)
Kicks 72/138 (52%)
Clinch strikes 41/70 (59%)
Takedowns 0/2 (0%)
GnP strikes 9/18 (50%)
Submissions 1/2 (50%)
Clinch Attempts 14/20 (70%)
Time on the ground 231 s
Statistics: Milana Radek
Punches 116/221 (52%)
Kicks 33/61 (54%)
Clinch strikes 36/66 (55%)
Takedowns 5/10 (50%)
GnP strikes 28/47 (60%)
Submissions 2/3 (67%)
Clinch Attempts 12/19 (63%)
Time on the ground 231 s
Venue: Smoothie King Center
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana
Attendance: 14,876
Date: March 15, 2026
Fighter Payouts: $1,985,000
Gate: $2,900,000
FIGHT OF THE NIGHT
N/A
PERFORMANCE OF THE NIGHT
Kimberly Barclay, Damien Locke, Shane Rudd, Clay Maddox
MOST VALUABLE PROMOTER
N/A
DISCLOSED EARNINGS
Morgan LeChance ($225,000)
Connor Bouchard ($225,000)
Milana Radek ($175,000)
Ammar Elamin ($160,000)
Clay Maddox ($150,000)
Damien Locke ($132,000)
Shane Rudd ($120,000)
Kimberly Barclay ($120,000)
Eden Reid ($110,000)
Mateo Rojas ($70,000)
Luca Rojas ($70,000)
Ezra Moretti ($70,000)
Sera Steiner ($70,000)
Mauricio Medina ($60,000)
Miguel Medina ($60,000)
Ismael Mounir ($60,000)
Somsak Chen ($60,000)
Grayson Wade ($48,000)
QUICK RECAP
Kimberly Barclay def. Somsak Chen by Submission (Armbar) at 3:18 Round 2
Sera Steiner def. Ismael Mounir by TKO (GnP) at 2:41 Round 2
Ezra Moretti def. Ammar Elamin by Submission (RNC) at 4:01 Round 2
Damien Locke def. Grayson Wade by TKO (Punches) at 1:48 Round 3
Lucas Rojas def. Miguel Medina by Split Decision (29-28 x2, 28-29)
Mateo Rojas def. Mauricio Medina by Split Decision (29-28 x2, 27-30)
Shane Rudd def. Eden Reid by KO (Punches) at 2:11 Round 2
Clay Maddox def. Connor Bouchard by Submission (Anaconda Choke) at 3:48 Round 1
Morgan LeChance def. Milana Radek by Split Decision (47-46 x2, 46-47)
EVENT EARNINGS
Ticket Sales: $2,900,000
Media Rights: $2,500,000
Sponsorship Deals: $5,000,000
Merchandise Sales: $900,000
Concessions: $875,000
Site Fee: N/A
Total Event Revenue: $12,175,000
EVENT EXPENSES
Fighter Payouts: $1,985,000
Staff Salaries: $1,000,000
Venue Rental: $1,000,000
Production Costs: $2,000,000
Medical Staff and Equipment: $500,000
Marketing and Advertising: $1,000,000
Insurance: $500,000
Miscellaneous Expenses: $500,000
Total Event Expenses: $8,485,000
Net Event Profit: $3,690,000
