The lights go out over Rio. For a heartbeat, the Farmasi Arena is nothing but darkness and the restless roar of thousands of people waiting for the first sign of combat. Then the building detonates in light. White strobes hammer the stands. Pyro cracked from the entrance stage, one blast after another, throwing blinding flashes across the cage and the faces packed into the lower bowl. The crowd answers immediately by shouting, pounding the barriers, and phones held overhead as the noise climbs higher with every hit. Smoke hangs beneath the lighting rig. Bass rolls across the concrete floor and up through the bleachers. Another line of fire erupts. The cage appears for a split second in the glare, then disappears again as the lights sweep across the building. Every flash catches something different. A raised fist, a flag snapping in the air, a cornerman standing motionless in the tunnel, waiting for their fighter’s name to be called by the production crew. Then the pyro stops. The music drops. A single white beam settles over the cage. The roar of the crowd doesn’t fade. It surges. Boss Fight 63 is here.
The first roar of the night came before either woman had even settled into the center of the cage. The Farmasi Arena was already alive with flags waving, chants rolling through the building, and thousands of Brazilian fans making it clear that this was not going to be a quiet opening act. Milana Radek and Heidi Butler stepped into the noise, both in an orthodox stance, but with very different ideas about how to control the fight.
ROUND ONE: Butler came forward immediately, bouncing behind a high guard and looking to establish her pressure boxing with a jab-cross combination. Radek gave ground without retreating, circling just outside the Everest MMA prospect’s lead hand and watching for the overextension. The Czech fighter was patient for about twenty seconds, then she began finding the openings. A sharp right hand split Butler’s guard, followed by a left hook as Butler tried to answer. The crowd reacted with the first real surge of the night. Butler kept marching, throwing combinations, but Radek’s footwork repeatedly took her off the line. A stabbing body kick forced Butler to reset, and moments later Radek cracked her with another right hand. Butler stumbled backward. Radek smelled blood. She surged forward with a vicious combination, mixing straight punches with a short left hook. Butler was still trying to fight her way back into the exchange when Radek suddenly changed levels of aggression. A hard right hand forced Butler to bring both gloves high, and Radek stepped outside her lead foot, briefly showing the threat of another straight combination. Butler bit on it and began moving laterally. That was the opening. Radek spun hard, her shoulders turning first, and the spinning backfist came around with frightening speed. The shot landed flush on Butler’s jaw just as she was attempting to exit. Her legs immediately gave way. There was no dramatic stumble toward the cage. Butler simply folded, dropping onto her back as the building erupted. Radek was already moving forward before Butler hit the canvas, landing four unanswered ground strikes before the referee threw himself between them. The stoppage came in under two minutes, with Butler clearly unable to defend herself.
For several seconds, Radek simply stood in the center of the cage, chest heaving, staring across at Butler as the magnitude of the finish seemed to register. Then she threw both arms upward. The Farmasi Arena exploded. The Brazilian crowd had come ready to make noise, but even they seemed caught off guard by how quickly the fight had ended. Radek’s corner spilled toward the cage, shouting and pounding the fence as the replay appeared on the arena screens. Radek watched the replay herself and smiled. There was still that dangerous edge to her expression, the same aggression that had nearly gotten her into trouble earlier in the fight, but now it was mixed with the satisfaction of having executed perfectly. She had not simply overwhelmed Butler, she had read her pressure, waited for the mistake and punished it with the weapon she had been known for since her pro wrestling days. One fight into Boss Fight 63, and Union GP had its first highlight reel moment of the night.
Winner: Milana Radek by KO (Spinning Backfist) at 1:47 Round 1
Statistics: Milana Radek
Punches 18/27 (67%)
Kicks 2/3 (67%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 4/5 (80%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/0 (0%)
Time on the ground 0 s
Statistics: Heidi Butler
Punches 8/23 (35%)
Kicks 1/2 (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
The second fight carries a different kind of tension. The thunder from Milana Radek’s knockout is still hanging over the Farmasi Arena, the crowd refusing to come down from the high of that spectacular finish. Fans are on their feet, talking over one another, replaying the spinning backfist that ended the opener while the cage crew works quickly to reset the octagon. Then the lights shift, and the mood changes. Carter Vaughn makes his way toward the cage, the former featherweight title challenger wearing the same easy smile that has made him one of the more likable figures in Union GP. But beneath the relaxed exterior is something more serious tonight. Vaughn has quietly put together two consecutive victories, something he has struggled to accomplish throughout his Union tenure. For a fighter who has often been defined by inconsistency, this is an opportunity to change the conversation. There have always been questions surrounding Vaughn’s place among the division’s elite. Some have suggested his title opportunity came more from the featherweight division’s infancy than from a proven championship résumé. Across from him stands Tanner Cross, an Everest MMA prospect built for chaos. A powerful, aggressive brawler who wants to turn every exchange into a collision. Vaughn isn’t simply fighting to extend a winning streak, he’s fighting to prove he belongs in the conversation.
ROUND ONE: Vaughn starts conservatively, standing tall in orthodox and giving Cross the first look. The Liverpool veteran has no interest in trading power for power, instead circling away from Cross’s right hand and pawing with the jab to disguise his entries. Cross wants the opposite. He storms forward behind heavy hooks, trying to force Vaughn toward the fence where his strength and clinch wrestling can take over. A right hand whistles past Vaughn’s head. Vaughn slips underneath the follow up and immediately changes levels. The shot is perfectly timed. Vaughn drives Cross backward, finishes the double leg and lands in half guard. The building’s volume drops into that familiar grappling rumbling as Vaughn begins working. Cross tries to explode free, but Vaughn stays glued to his hips, patiently advancing position rather than chasing a submission too early. From half guard, Vaughn isolates an arm, briefly threatening an Americana before Cross turns toward the cage. That movement gives Vaughn exactly what he wants. He slides into mount. Now the crowd comes alive. Cross bucks violently, but Vaughn remains composed. A short ground strike forces Cross to bring his hands high. Vaughn immediately attacks the arm, trapping the wrist and extending into an armbar. Cross fights the grip. Vaughn adjusts. The pressure is sudden, and Cross has nowhere left to go. He taps almost instantly.
Vaughn rises with a huge smile, almost laughing as his corner celebrates around him. After all the questions about whether his title opportunity came too early in the division’s development, he has delivered the kind of performance that makes those questions feel increasingly irrelevant. Cross sits against the fence, disappointed but composed, while Vaughn walks over and embraces him. The Liverpool fighter leaves the cage having won three straight and, perhaps more importantly, having reminded everyone exactly why he was once considered a championship level grappler.
Winner: Carter Vaughn by Submission (Armbar) at 3:12 Round 1
Statistics: Carter Vaughn
Punches 2/4 (50%)
Kicks 0/0 (0%)
Clinch strikes 0/0 (0%)
Takedowns 1/1 (100%)
GnP strikes 3/4 (75%)
Submissions 1/2 (50%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 94 s
Statistics: Tanner Cross
Punches 5/13 (38%)
Kicks 1/2 (50%)
Clinch strikes 0/2 (0%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 0/1 (0%)
Time on the ground 94 s
By the time Shane Rudd and Tyler Duncan make their walk, the atmosphere inside Farmasi Arena has settled into something louder and more expectant. Two finishes have already opened the night, and now the crowd senses the ingredients for another one. Rudd, the #10-ranked lightweight from Baker, Louisiana, enters with the reputation of a fighter who has never met a firefight he didn’t like. Across from him, Everest prospect Tyler Duncan carries the physical advantages. Slightly longer reach, faster feet, and a kicking arsenal capable of changing the direction of a fight. The question is whether Duncan can make those advantages matter before Rudd turns the fight into the kind of ugly, punishing exchange where experience takes over.
ROUND ONE: Duncan begins by immediately establishing range. From orthodox, he stays light on his feet, probing with the jab before firing a long outside low kick and a quick body kick. Rudd takes the shots without much reaction, stalking forward from southpaw and looking to get his lead foot outside Duncan’s stance. The Louisiana vet isn’t interested in winning a technical kickboxing match from distance. He wants to close the gap and make Duncan exchange. When Rudd finally plants, the difference in power becomes obvious. A straight left snaps Duncan’s head back, followed by a right hook as Duncan exits. The crowd roars, but Duncan answers with a fast three-kick sequence that forces Rudd to cover. Then comes the first firefight. Duncan lands a clean right hand, but Rudd walks through it and fires a left straight-right hook combination of his own. Duncan retreats toward the fence, only to spin out and crack Rudd with a left kick to the body. Rudd smiles. It’s the kind of smile that tells Duncan the fight has become exactly what he didn’t want it to be.
ROUND TWO: Duncan makes a smart adjustment, refusing to stand directly in front of Rudd. He begins circling aggressively to his left, using his reach to touch Rudd with straight punches before immediately attacking the legs. Rudd’s defense remains rudimentary. His head is often available, but his durability allows him to absorb punishment while continuing to advance. A Duncan front kick catches him in the midsection. Another low kick lands. Rudd responds by stepping through the kicks and unloading. The exchange is spectacular. Rudd lands a left hand, Duncan answers with a right cross, and both men trade hooks in the pocket. Duncan’s speed gets him out of trouble several times, but his tendency to overcommit begins to show. One combination carries him too far forward, and Rudd plants his feet and counters with a brutal left hand over the top. Duncan staggers and the Farmasi Arena crowd erupts. Rudd pours forward, throwing body and head shots, but Duncan refuses to fold. He ties Rudd up briefly, lands a knee on the break and escapes back into open space. The prospect survives the storm, but his breathing is noticeably heavier as the round closes. Rudd returns to his corner battered around the face but completely composed.
ROUND THREE: Duncan comes out with urgency, perhaps sensing that the fight is slipping away. His kicks are still fast, but they no longer have the same snap. Rudd begins timing them, catching one body kick and driving Duncan backward before releasing him rather than wasting energy wrestling. That patience is the difference. Rudd starts finding Duncan with the left hand repeatedly. Straight left to the body. Left cross upstairs. Right hook behind it. Duncan fires back with a spinning kick that grazes Rudd’s ribs, and the arena explodes, but Rudd immediately walks him down again. Midway through the round, Duncan lands his best combination of the fight, connecting with a right hand and a high kick that forces Rudd to shell. For a moment, the prospect seems to have found another gear, but Rudd refuses to give it to him. He punches through the guard, clips Duncan with a left hand and follows with a right hook. Duncan’s legs buckle. Rudd closes the distance and unloads along the fence, mixing hooks to the body with short punches upstairs. Duncan covers and tries to circle away. There is nowhere to go. Rudd lands another left, then a final right hook. Duncan collapses against the cage as the referee rushes in. The arena erupts.
Rudd immediately raises both fists, his face marked up but his expression almost defiant. He had taken everything Duncan could throw at him and simply refused to stop coming forward. Duncan sits against the fence for several moments, breathing heavily as his corner checks on him. When he gets to his feet, the crowd gives the Everest prospect a strong ovation. Rudd, meanwhile, has just delivered exactly the kind of performance that makes a ranked fighter valuable. It was technically imperfect, but brutally durable until the referee intervened. Three fights into Boss Fight 63, and the fans in attendance have yet to see a scorecard from the judges.
Winner: Shane Rudd by TKO (Punches) at 3:27 Round 3
Statistics: Shane Rudd
Punches 47/76 (62%)
Kicks 9/16 (56%)
Clinch strikes 3/5 (60%)
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: Tyler Duncan
Punches 31/68 (46%)
Kicks 19/34 (56%)
Clinch strikes 2/4 (50%)
Takedowns 0/1 (0%)
GnP strikes 0/0 (0%)
Submissions 0/0 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/2 (50%)
Time on the ground 0 s
The energy inside the Farmasi Arena has changed. Three fights are in the books, three different kinds of violence have already unfolded, and now the crowd is beginning to understand that the co-main event carries genuine ranking implications. Kian De Beer enters as the #9-ranked welterweight, a former Everest MMA champion who has recently found another gear in his career in Euro FC. His last outing ended with Jack Foster unconscious from a head kick in Dublin. Across from him stands Ryan Calder, “The Professor,” a veteran who nowadays has spent more time developing fighters at Honolulu’s NextGen Combat gym than chasing his own accolades. Tonight, though, the coach is putting himself back under the lights. A victory could push Calder into the global top ten, following the path his teammate Victor Kane carved out before him. The stylistic question is obvious. Can Calder stay at a range where De Beer’s power never gets the opportunity to change everything?
ROUND ONE: Calder wastes no time establishing his distance. Fighting southpaw, he keeps his lead foot active and refuses to stand square in front of De Beer, constantly drifting just outside the South African’s preferred punching range. His karate-based kickboxing begins with quick lead leg attacks. Side kicks to the body, stabbing kicks to the thigh and occasional rear leg attacks, forcing De Beer to reset rather than plant and throw. De Beer looks composed, but increasingly frustrated. He tries to cut the cage rather than chase, stepping laterally and looking to trap Calder against the fence. When he gets close enough, the former champion unloads a hard combination, finishing with a right kick that whistles just past Calder’s head. The crowd erupts anyway. Calder answers with a clean counter left, then immediately exits. It’s becoming a pattern. De Beer presses, Calder touches him and disappears. Late in the round, De Beer lands his best punch, a heavy right hand that clips Calder on the temple. Calder absorbs it, circles away and fires a body kick before De Beer can follow. The horn sounds with Calder already bouncing back to his corner, while De Beer shakes his head in frustration.
ROUND TWO: De Beer comes out with more urgency. He begins feinting the right hand before attacking with low kicks, trying to freeze Calder’s movement and force him into predictable exits. Calder continues to work behind his jab and lead leg kicks, but the pressure is noticeably heavier now. De Beer isn’t simply following him anymore, he’s cutting off the cage. For several minutes, it works. De Beer lands a sharp combination to the body and head, then follows with a crushing kick to the ribs. Calder retreats, his back briefly touching the fence. Then the entire fight nearly ends. De Beer fires a right hand that grazes Calder’s guard and immediately follows with a high kick. It lands cleanly enough to send Calder stumbling sideways. The arena erupts. De Beer charges after him, unloading hooks and straight punches as Calder tries desperately to circle out. For perhaps twenty seconds, Calder is fighting for survival. But “The Professor” does exactly what his nickname suggests. Rather than panic, he clinches briefly, buys himself a breath, then pivots off the fence. De Beer swings again, missing by inches. Calder escapes. De Beer knew he had him. The frustration on his face is unmistakable. He won the round, but the finish he could almost taste has slipped away.
ROUND THREE: Calder returns to his original game plan with remarkable discipline. He is no longer trying to win exchanges in the pocket. Instead, he uses every inch of the cage, constantly changing angles and making De Beer reset his feet before throwing. De Beer keeps hunting. His kicks remain dangerous, his hands heavy, but the clean openings are disappearing. Every time he steps into range, Calder answers with something. A straight left, a body kick, a quick combination before sliding away. De Beer begins loading up, hoping to force the knockout. That only makes Calder’s counters easier to find. Midway through the round, Calder lands a crisp three-piece combination and exits before De Beer can answer. Another kick catches De Beer along the body. The ranked fighter nods, almost daring him to stand and trade, but Calder doesn’t bite. The final minute becomes a showcase of veteran composure. De Beer stalks, Calder circles. De Beer throws, Calder counters. The crowd begins appreciating the technical battle, applauding Calder’s ability to repeatedly deny the firefight. The final exchange brings both men into the pocket. De Beer swings hard with the right hand, Calder slips outside and answers with a clean left before escaping on his feet. The horn sounds.
Calder raises one hand. De Beer simply stares across the cage, visibly disappointed. Calder’s corner erupts as he embraces his teammates when the scorecards are read. The longtime coach has just walked into the biggest opportunity of his career and fought exactly the fight he needed to fight. He never allowed De Beer to turn the bout into a brawl for extended periods, and when danger arrived in the second round, he showed the composure of a veteran who has spent years teaching others how to survive difficult moments. De Beer accepts the result with a nod, though the frustration remains written across his face. He had the biggest moment of the fight in the second frame, but couldn’t turn it into the finish he needed. For Calder, the victory could be career changing. For De Beer, it’s a reminder that having knockout power means little if an opponent refuses to give you the target. Now, after feasting on its first technical contest, the building is ready for the main event.
Winner: Ryan Calder by Unanimous Decision
Statistics: Kian De Beer
Punches 32/67 (48%)
Kicks 24/45 (53%)
Clinch strikes 2/3 (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
Statistics: Ryan Calder
Punches 39/72 (54%)
Kicks 31/54 (57%)
Clinch strikes 4/6 (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
By the time Isabel Azevedo and Cole Carter make their walks, the Farmasi Arena has reached its breaking point. The co-main event has just ended, but there is barely time for the crowd to breathe. The lights fall, the noise swells, and the Brazilian fans rise as one when Azevedo appears. This is her country and her opportunity to reclaim the momentum of a former champion. The São Paulo native has been here before, at the top of the division, but tonight she enters chasing another shot at the belt. Carter arrives with a different kind of confidence. The Miami fighter has already proven he can hurt elite opposition with his kickboxing, and he carries himself like a man who believes the matchup favors him. Five rounds. A former champion fighting at home. A dangerous striker trying to take his place. The main event is underway.
ROUND ONE: Carter takes the center immediately, bouncing lightly in orthodox and establishing the kicking range before Azevedo can close distance. He fires a long outside leg kick, then a right body kick that lands with a heavy thud. Azevedo remains patient, moving her head just off the center line and looking for the moment to shoot. The Brazilian’s boxing begins to find its rhythm. She slips a jab and answers with a straight right, but Carter’s reflexes are sharp. He pulls just outside the punch and returns with a left hook followed by a high kick that whistles past Azevedo’s temple. The crowd reacts to every exchange. Azevedo finally changes levels late in the round, driving for a double leg. Carter sprawls hard and forces her back upright, then punishes the failed entry with a knee to the body. That sequence tells the story of the opening five minutes. Azevedo is searching for the fight she wants. Carter is dictating the one she’s getting. The horn sounds with Carter landing another clean kick as Azevedo circles away.
ROUND TWO: Azevedo adjusts by refusing to follow Carter in straight lines. She begins cutting the cage, stepping laterally before exploding forward behind her right hand. The change briefly traps Carter near the fence, and Azevedo lands a clean combination before grabbing a body lock. For the first time, the fight moves into Azevedo’s world. She drives Carter to the canvas, landing in half guard. The crowd erupts. Carter immediately starts building a base, but Azevedo attacks a kimura grip, using it to force him onto his side. Carter recognizes the danger and scrambles free before Azevedo can transition to the back. They return to their feet and Carter’s response is immediate. A right kick digs into Azevedo’s body. Then another. He follows with a sharp jab-cross combination, forcing the former champion to retreat. Azevedo absorbs the punishment and keeps coming, but Carter’s distance management is making every exchange expensive. Late in the round, Azevedo lands her best right hand yet. Carter takes it cleanly, but his expression changes for just a moment. Azevedo sees it and smiles. Carter answers with a brutal low kick. The crowd roars as the horn sounds.
ROUND THREE: Carter is beginning to separate himself. He has found a rhythm with the kicks and Azevedo is struggling to establish her entries without eating something on the way in. The former champion’s head movement keeps her from taking the cleanest shots, but Carter is winning the distance management of the fight. Azevedo shoots again. Carter sprawls. This time he makes her pay, landing short punches as she tries to recover her position before separating. Azevedo gets back to her feet and immediately presses forward, but Carter meets her with a right hand and a left hook. The Brazilian’s corner is shouting for patience. Carter’s corner is telling him to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. For a moment, Azevedo seems caught between the two versions of herself. The elite grappler who wants to drag Carter into deep water and the fighter who knows she cannot afford to simply absorb punishment while waiting for that opportunity. The final minute becomes increasingly tense. Carter lands a spinning back kick to the body. Azevedo answers with a clean right hand. Carter fires a combination. Azevedo slips the final punch by inches. The crowd rises anyway. But as the horn sounds, Carter walks back to his corner with the confidence of a fighter who believes the fight is firmly in his hands.
ROUND FOUR: Azevedo’s corner has given her a difficult assignment. Stop chasing the knockout, stop accepting the range Carter wants, and get him into grappling exchanges. She finally begins doing it. Azevedo uses her boxing as a disguise, throwing a right hand and immediately changing levels. This time the takedown connects. Carter lands on his back, and Azevedo settles into top position. The crowd comes alive. She attacks from half guard, looking for an arm triangle setup, then transitions to side control when Carter turns. Carter scrambles violently and manages to recover his feet, but Azevedo has finally forced him to work. Carter looks frustrated. The veteran striker responds by returning to the center and unleashing his best sequence of the fight. A right hand lands, followed by a left hook and a body kick. Azevedo’s legs momentarily stiffen. Carter smells the finish. He presses, but Azevedo refuses to break. She shells, circles out and fires a right hand of her own that catches Carter coming forward. The arena erupts. For the first time all night, Carter looks genuinely uncomfortable. The final seconds are frantic. Carter throws a high kick. Azevedo ducks underneath it and shoots again, but the horn saves Carter from another extended grappling exchange. Azevedo returns to her corner battered, but she’s still there.
ROUND FIVE: There is no mystery about what Azevedo needs. She needs something extraordinary. Carter begins the final round looking to close the show intelligently. He keeps his distance, touching Azevedo with kicks and straight punches rather than getting drawn into the pocket. The Miami fighter is composed, breathing steadily, and seemingly aware that five rounds of disciplined striking have put him in position to win. Azevedo keeps walking forward. Her face is marked, her movement is slower, but her eyes haven’t changed. Carter lands another body kick and follows with a right hand. Azevedo absorbs it and steps forward again. Then, with less than two minutes remaining, she changes everything. Azevedo feints the level change. Carter reacts. She fires a short right hand over the top. It lands flush. Carter’s legs betray him. He drops. Brazil erupts. Azevedo doesn’t celebrate. She dives onto him immediately, scrambling over his hips and attacking the neck. Carter tries to turn, but Azevedo follows, threading her arm underneath the chin and locking her hands. The rear naked choke is there. Carter fights the hands. Azevedo squeezes. The crowd is deafening. Carter’s resistance slows. Azevedo adjusts her grip one final time and sinks the choke deeper. Carter taps.
The arena comes unglued. Azevedo releases the choke and collapses backward onto the canvas, overcome with emotion. Her corner floods into the cage as the Brazilian crowd screams her name. For four and a half rounds, Carter had looked like the better fighter. His kicks controlled the distance, his counters repeatedly disrupted Azevedo’s entries, and his composure made it increasingly difficult to imagine where her comeback would come from. Then she found one opening. One punch. One takedown. One submission.
Azevedo climbs to her feet, pounding her chest as the crowd continues roaring around her. She points toward the Brazilian fans, then toward her corner. Carter eventually rises, disappointed but respectful. He had the fight nearly won, but the former champion showed why championship experience cannot be measured simply by who is winning on the scorecards. This was not a dominant victory. It was something more dramatic. It was a comeback. And in front of her home crowd, Isabel Azevedo had just produced one of the defining finishes of her career.
Winner: Isabel Azevedo by Submission (RNC) at 3:45 Round 5
Statistics: Isabel Azevedo
Punches 38/73 (52%)
Kicks 5/10 (50%)
Clinch strikes 2/4 (50%)
Takedowns 3/6 (50%)
GnP strikes 5/8 (63%)
Submissions 1/3 (33%)
Clinch Attempts 2/4 (50%)
Time on the ground 247 s
Statistics: Cole Carter
Punches 52/91 (57%)
Kicks 38/65 (58%)
Clinch strikes 7/11 (64%)
Takedowns 0/0 (0%)
GnP strikes 2/4 (50%)
Submissions 0/1 (0%)
Clinch Attempts 1/3 (33%)
Time on the ground 247 s
Venue: Farmasi Arena
Location: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Attendance: 16,297
Date: September 20, 2026
Fighter Payouts: $2,540,000
Gate: $3,250,000
FIGHT OF THE NIGHT
Isabel Azevedo vs Cole Carter
PERFORMANCE OF THE NIGHT
Milana Radek, Carter Vaughn
MOST VALUABLE PROMOTER
N/A
DISCLOSED EARNINGS
Isabel Azevedo ($1,400,000)
Carter Vaughn ($270,000)
Cole Carter ($250,000)
Milana Radek ($195,000)
Ryan Calder ($100,000)
Kian De Beer ($75,000)
Shane Rudd ($70,000)
Tyler Duncan ($60,000)
Tanner Cross ($60,000)
Heidi Butler ($60,000)
QUICK RECAP
Milana Radek def. Heidi Butler by KO (Spinning Backfist) at 1:47 Round 1
Carter Vaughn def. Tanner Cross by Submission (Armbar) at 3:12 Round 1
Shane Rudd def. Tyler Duncan by TKO (Punches) at 3:27 Round 3
Ryan Calder def. Kian De Beer by Unanimous Decision (29-28 x3)
Isabel Azevedo def. Cole Carter by Submission (RNC) at 3:45 Round 5
EVENT EARNINGS
Ticket Sales: $3,250,000
Media Rights: $2,500,000
Sponsorship Deals: $5,000,000
Merchandise Sales: $750,000
Concessions: $900,000
Site Fee: N/A
Total Event Revenue: $12,400,000
EVENT EXPENSES
Fighter Payouts: $2,540,000
Staff Salaries: $1,500,000
Venue Rental: $750,000
Production Costs: $1,750,000
Medical Staff and Equipment: $500,000
Marketing and Advertising: $1,000,000
Insurance: $500,000
Miscellaneous Expenses: $1,000,000
Total Event Expenses: $9,540,000
Net Event Profit: $2,860,000
