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1. BJ Penn (UFC 123) vs Gary Goodridge from (UFC 8) 3x5min RNDS
2. Marco Ruas (UFC 7) vs Kendall Grove (UFC 106) 3x5min RNDS
3. Don Frye (Now) vs Matt Hughes (UFC 79) 1x30min RND
Who do you think would win? How/why?
1. Round 1: The bell rings and Gary comes forward looking to smash the smaller man. Penn avoids, circling the cage, making sure to stay away from Gary's power hand. No contact is made for the first 2 minutes. BJ is on his bicycle, but Gary catches up with him in a corner of the octagon. BJ looks for a bodylock, but Gary in a classic blood-rage, crossfaces with his left and starts throwing semi-acurate bombs with his right. BJ, damaged, drops to gaurd and tries to upkick/ go for an ankle. BJ wanted a Gi choke, but this was not in the game plan. He panics. Luckily, Gary is holding the cage. Unluckily, He won't listen to Mario Yamazaki's calls to let go. Mario has to get physical with Goodridge. Deeply upset, Gary yells at Yamazaki, and moves to throw a right hand on the ref. BJ doesn't get up. He needs time to recover, but Gary gets himself disqualified by pushing Yamazaki to the octagon floor. Security escorts Gary out of the building.
Winner: BJ Penn by DQ at 2:48 in the 1st
2. Marco thinks he has the edge before the round starts. He trained hard, warmed up properly, and is ready to fight three or four poorly trained brutuses if he has to. Fresh from the time slip-stream, he still believes no one has heard of Vale Tudo. Yves Lavigne saw what happened in the last fight. He explains the new rules to Marco.
Kendall is psyched. Not since dispatching former middleweight champion Evan Tanner has he had the chance to polish off a legend. He watched tapes of Ruas chopping down Paul Varleans on slow-mo all week. Not fair? He doesn't think so.
Round 1: Marco goes to take the center of the cage with his hands up and his eyes down. Kendall rushes straight ahead with a full throttle flying knee. It cuts the pie up the center. Marco crumples like a house of cards, clutching his ball-sack on the floor of the octagon. He's trying not to look weak, but failing. Grove knows he's done wrong and backs off. He should have aimed higher. He feels great shame. Marco gets up and is given the full 5 minutes to recover. He only takes four and a half. Referee signals the fight back on. Kendall goes to take the center of the cage, but holds his glove out to touch 'em up. Marco meets him and delivers a hard leg kick just above the back of the knee. It buckles a little. Kendall smiles. Boy, that one sure did hurt. Kendall circles and uses his range. He snapps off a left right combination and punctuates with an elbow. Ruas manages to avoid the first two strikes, but the elbow catches an inch over the left temple. He squints and moves back. Grove presses the fight with another forward knee, scores to the ribcage and grabs the plum. Ruas considers a bodylock and a trip, but fires back with punches instead. His bare knunkles, while not thrown with devasting power from this position still manage to bruise the noggin of Kendall. Grove pulls the head down, but Marco pushes him off and fires a leg kick that scores in the same spot as earlier. Kendall is not smiling but holds his ground in the southpaw stance. Marco tries a reaching straight, but Grove hits him with the counter jab. Marco tries again, eats another counter jab, but this time Grove follows with a crisp left that staggers Ruas. Visibly shaken the Vale Tudo fighter touches his eye. Kendall smells blood. He tries yet another flying knee that misses. Marco takes the bodylock, and goes for the trip. The Spyder pivots on his right ankle and swings his left leg over Marco's right side but he can't pass the arm for the triangle. Marco lands in Grove's gaurd. He keeps his head on the younger fighter's chest and his hands on the chin. Kendall squirms for the rubber gaurd. The Spyder tries the triangle again, but Marco uses his strenght advantage and pulls his head up. Marco takes a leg, the left, and tries to grapevine it. "Oh yeah," Kendall thinks, "Didn't he tap Thunderfoot this way?" He tries a few heel kicks to the inner thigh of Ruas, but its too late. Marco turns the ankle just so and Da Spyder wheels in pain.
Winner: Marco Ruas by submission. 4:34 in the 1st
3. Hughes feels a little flabbergasted from traveling through the warp, but the octagon is a familiar sight. "Am I still getting paid for this?" he thinks.
Frye spent all night drinking. He's retired. He only fights with his wife nowadays, so what is he doing here?
The ref asks if the fighters are ready and gets little response from either man. Then the bell rings.
Hughes dances and avoids for 4 minutes, then after tasting a slow hook from Frye, he shoots. Frye sprawls but is already gassed. Beer belly sagging, Frye leans on him for a solid minute and a half. The ref won't stand it up because we've time traveled back to the pre-zuffa days. Jeff Blatnik is calling the action. Frye starts to pound to the left side of Matt's body, but then loses the will to do even that. Hughes pushes forward, grabs a hold of Don's shoe and picks the ankle. Frye's on his back, posting up with one hand. His arm gives out and he rolls to his back. Hughes takes his back with 23 minutes left in the round. "Why not?" Hughes figures, then he peppers the back of Don's head with hammer fists and elbows. Frye almost too gassed to stand, puts one knee up and lurches forward with Hughes on his back with the hooks in. R-N-C, Frye refuses to tap but falls on his face. Its another 20 seconds before the ref breaks it up.
Hughes by submission at 6:37 in the 1st
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