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Kipp Kollar (far left)Before reading any further, please read our disclaimer first.Fightsport.com correspondant
'POOPCHUTEBOX' gives us the following unbiased review of the
Reality Fighting 7 show, which he attended live on
October 16th in Atlantic City, New Jersey:
I caught the
Reality Fighting 7 show this past Saturday in
Atlantic City. This is the event that is run by
Kipp Kollar, also known for his
NAGA grappling events.
In comparison to the
Euphoria MFC show the night before,
Reality Fighting is the
UFC, and Euphoria is
Pride.
It was held at
Boardwalk Hall, right next to one of
Trump's casinos. It was a pretty
run down place, it had a kind of dreary feel to it, but you can't honestly expect a top notch venue for a lower level show. The show seemed appropriate for the venue, and the venue seemed appropriate for the show. At least for the future, I learned that is an event is being held at this venue, it has to be a
minor league event.
The attendance seemed about equal to the Euphoria show the night before, but I did not recognize many faces from there, there didn't seem to be much of a cross over crowd. None of the fighters from the night before bothered to attend, even though I saw a lot of them around town during the day, and some of them had dinner a couple of doors down.
Tim Sylvia was there, and was introduced to a big reaction, but for some reason,
Kipp decided to
monopolize the microphone, and relegated Tim to waving. I believe Tim made his debut in this organization, it would have given the show less of an
amateur feel if they actually let him talk. I know he's also refereed shows in the midwest before, it could have helped the image of the show if it would have been possible to let him ref some fights, as well. I'm sure Sylvia would have done it, as it would have given him the opportunity to then auction off his ref shirt on eBay afterwards.
I'd say 90% of the
audience was made up of the fighters
teammates and friends, it didn't seem like there were any casual fans there, or people who got comped tickets. So I wouldn't be surprised to find out that this show generated significantly more revenue than Euphoria did the night before. Based on them charging the same prices for tickets, and the fact that
Reality Fighting didn't seem to have many comped tickets, as well as the fact that none of the fighters on the show could have been paid more then $1000, and they were all local which saved a ton of money on transportation and hotel rooms, Kipp probably made quite a nice bit of change on this show.
The fights took place in an
octagonal ring, which they billed as being
'exclusive'. I guess they had to hang their hat on something, but to me, it was nothing special. Just more corners for the fighters to get pushed into and stalemate, and it also seemed to cut down on the size of the ring, which had the effect of the fighters getting tied up in the ropes a lot easier. The regular fights appeared to be two 4 minute rounds, and the title fights three 4 minute rounds. I'm guessing on this, as no announcement was made.
To start,
the seating situation was a joke. There was nobody checking tickets, So while I paid
$100 for a good seat, people who bought the
$35 seats all the way back were able to sit wherever they want. So people who paid
$65 less then me, were able to sit in the
front row ahead of me, and other people who actually paid for the better seats. Not the end of the world, but anybody who goes to this event in the future,
just buy the cheapest tickets.
There were
2 no-shows, but since none of the fighters on the card are more then
C/D level fighters, it didn't effect anything.
The ring was set up facing the seats, sort of the way you'd see a concert.
Kipp sprung some money on a lighting rig surrounding the entrance. I guess they didn't bother to check it ahead of time, because when the turned the lights on, it basically
blinded everybody in the audience. It took until about the 3rd fight for me to
regain my vision, it was like looking into the sun. They realized the
foolishness of this, and stopped using them around the 3rd or 4th fight.
Not that anybody really complained, because most of the fights were not worth seeing. The skill level was very low for the most part, and the technique basically non-existent It was like an
MMA version of Toughman. Yet they charged basically the same prices that
Euphoria, a much higher level event did the night before. Me, personally, I wouldn't ask people to pay the same amount of money to eat
Spam as I would to eat
filet mignon. But hey, I guess
swords aren't cheap.
As for the fights, I can't give a detailed play-by-play on most of them, because there were a whole lot of very
hot girls there, and I spent my time doing my
Michael Buffer's little brother imitation.
Since most of them were 18-24 year old fight
groupies (think
Annabelle, only without being over the hill, the extra pounds, lazy eye, herpes, yellow teeth from smoking, dripping snatch, sloppy drunk, and if she was attractive, and didn't have the 2 bastard children in tow, with one asking "which fighter is my daddy" and the other asking "which fighter is going to be my next daddy") and even though my eye was busted up from getting an ass whooping the week before I was more successful then
Bruce Buffer was the night before with his
bad Austin Powers act.
On the card there were a four
'championship' fights. Since neither I, not any other MMA fan has actually heard of the people fighting for these titles, I wasn't exactly tingling with anticipation for these fights. But at least they were able to get the title fights into the ring, and crown
champions, unlike
'the premier fighting organization in the world, the UFC'...
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Bruce Buffer, who is affectionately referred to by many MMA fans as "The Frank Stallone of Ring Announcing", stole the show according to POOPCHUTEBOXE.Before reading any further, please read our disclaimer first.Fightsport.com correspondant
'POOPCHUTEBOX' gives us the following unbiased review of the
MFC: 'Euphoria' show, which he attended live on
October 15th in Atlantic City, New Jersey:
I headed out to
Atlantic City this weekend to see the
Euphoria show, and
Reality Fighting 7, as well as get laid. I'll start with Euphoria.
First, when I got there, tickets were readily available. The posted occupancy was
2017, but there appeared to be no more then
500-600 people there. I'm sure some of them were comps and freebies.
The line to pick up press passes seemed to have some problems, but there was a ridiculously
hot blond there, with giant bombs (she was a photographer, and apparently
Kerry Schall's girlfriend) so nobody seemed to mind.
(Rodrigo) Nogueira stumbled out into the line waiting to get in, and seemed pretty "happy." That was short lived though, as he seemed pretty
annoyed by the
fanboys running up to him asking for autographs and pictures with their shitty camera phones, 80% of which didn't work. He got his ass out of their ASAP. I was pretty surprised by that, he always seemed pretty friendly and outgoing then again, anybody who had to deal with the
groupies there would want out, and quickly.
As he was heading back out,
Fedor (Emelianenko) walked out (he was advertised as being there to meet people). Sadly, not many people knew who he was for the first few minutes, and he stood there with his
Red Devil T-shirt that said
'Emelienenko' on the back. A couple of people came up to him, and then everyone else seemed to realize he was somebody. He was extremely
friendly and nice to everyone, despite the fact that I didn't here him say a word of English besides Thank You. He was walking right up to people to take pictures with them and shake their hand. I had no intention of going up to him, as I've never asked for an autograph or picture of another man in my life, as I am
not gay. But he came up to me and shook my hand, and he has ridiculous
grip strength. My face was all busted up, as I got my ass kicked a week before, so he pointed to it and said something, and seemed to laugh at me. Luckily for him, I was in a good mood. The cut on his head was about 90% gone, there was just a slight discoloration there, it doesn't look like it's going to affect him long term.
Onto the fights.
The
first fight,
Ryan Schultz decimated some guy from Spain,
David Gaona. He dropped him, got mount, and blasted away on him seemingly for 2 hours. It was a pretty blood thirsty crowd, and most people around me were yelling for the ref to stop it. The ref seemed frozen like a deer in the headlights, it was a
disgrace, almost as bad as
Ludwig-Shad Smith. When he finally stopped it, Gaona was just covered in blood. I saw him after the show, and his face was just a total mess. Pathetic start.
The
2nd fight was a joke.
Ben Rothwell outclassed
Johnathan Wiezorek. Neither guy was in shape, but watching Weez's tits bounce up & down as he jumped around the ring pre fight was
revolting. The honestly should have forced him to wear a sports bra. The fight started, and Weez just lowered his head and rush at Rothwell, getting shrugged off easily and picked apart. Rothwell finny ko'd him with an uppercut. Total lack of skill by Weez, I cannot believe he made it to the
UFC.
3rd fight was
Henry Matamoros against
Rich Clementi. Complete domination all 3 rounds by Clementi. Matamoros was out of his league, basically 13 minutes of a
mismatch. Matamoros was ready to be taken about 4 minutes in, and Clementi did a God awful job of finishing. He was owning him on the feet, but would keep taking him down, and almost got caught in a few subs. The ref was clueless, the fight should have been stood up a few times, but he just stood there. Clementi had him in a tight triangle, and Matamoros rolled out of the ring,
clearly on purpose, in a desperate move. So that somehow caused the ref to stand them up mid ring, saving his ass. Back to the ground, more nothing. Finally, Matamoros isolated an arm, he most likely wasn't going to get the armbar, but the ref actually
stood them up! He was clearly clueless. Clementi wins a 30-27, 30-27, 30-26 decision, but he should be ashamed he couldn't end it.
4th fight was
Hermes Franca-Phil Johns. Johns is so tiny, it's ridiculous, his legs are so small, I don't think he could ever land a kick on anybody. Franca
dominated. He scored a clean take down against a weight cutting wrestler, and locked in an easy rear naked.
5th fight was
Travis Wiuff vs Ibragim Magomedov. Wiuff looked all juiced up, like a
WWE wrestler. He won an unanimous decision, boring gnp most of the way, another fight that should have been stood up repeatedly, it bored the crowd to death.
6th fight,
Kerry Schall vs Ulisses Castro. Awesome standup exchanges, almost
Frye vs Takayama-like. Castro caught him with 1
low blow, then a 2nd right away, causing a time out & point deduction. It looked like Schall might be done, but after a few minutes of seemingly stroking himself, he got up. More awesome stand up,
not the greatest technique, but very exciting with both guys landing. Then Castro drilled him in the yam bag again, causing an immediate dq as Schall seemed as if he might be dead. Castro stormed out of the ring, but it was a justified call. 2 minutes later, Shall jumped up, started
throwing T-shirts into the crowd, then for some odd reason, took of his
shorts and threw them as well. Most of the crowd was pretty pissed off, as we got robbed of an exciting fight, and all of a sudden, this guy who couldn't keep fighting, was putting on a fucking show and promoting himself. After the show, he also seemed fine joking around, and making out with his girlfriend at
Hooters.
Next fight,
Sergei Golyaev-Joachim Hansen. 1st round rear naked for Hansen, pretty much nothing went on, I was looking forward to seeing Hansen, but not much to see happened.
8th fight was
Yves Edwards vs Naoyuki Kotani. I expected Kotani to basically dominate & submit him, but Yves ko'd him with a beautiful
kick to the head, kind of like against
Pierini. He was out immediately, Yves walked away, but the moron ref just stood there, so Yves came back, landed some shots, and it was finally stopped. Just clueless, and something like that is going to get somebody hurt very bad someday.
9th fight was
Jeff Monson vs Pat Stano. Stano looked out of shape. and Monson basically did what he wanted. Stano had a huge
fan club there, so he was clearly put on the card because he could sell a lot of tickets. Fight ended with a viscous knee to the body by Monson, and thankfully, he didn't take his clothes off and run around naked this time.
In the supposed
'main event',
Antoine Joaude won via a supposed broken rib over
Roman Zentsov. I personally never saw a shot to body, and the fight was a joke. About 5 other fights, on paper, should have been billed as the main event over this, and 8 of the fights ended up being better. Joaude celebrated like he won the
Pride Grand Prix, despite not seeming to actually land a strike that won the fight.
A very flat ending to the show.
Overall, it was a
pretty damn good show, not too many duds. The production was ok, nothing awe inspiring, but the attendance was disappointing. Based on revenue, it had to lose a lot of money, with the big name talent, and travel costs involved. Unless there is a money mark funding this show, it will not survive long unless attendance turns around.
Afterwards, met
Jens Pulver who was doing commentary, he's an extremely nice guy. He didn't come right out and say it, but it sounded like he might be coming back to the
UFC soon. I said don't worry,
Dana White (lol) seems guaranteed tog et himself fired very soon, so you should be back one way or another.
The highlight of the night for me was watching
Michael Buffer's little brother,
Bruce. The guy is just a
fool. Watching
him dance mid ring while the music was playing was too funny for words. I thought he was going to start stripping out of his tux. And once the mic was turned on to announce the fighters, He basically started
filibustering. He'd walk right up tot he fighters as he was introducing them, making sure he was in
camera range. He almost
poked one of the fighters eyes out while pointing at him, to emphasize who he was introducing. Despite the fact it was pretty obvious, because he was standing 6 inches away from him.
But the best was afterwards. He got changed into some
knockoff Italian sweatsuit. He walked up the one of the Russian fighters who was sitting down icing his face down. He asked how he was doing, and his handler answered for him. Well that was all Buffer needed. He started with some
1950's Rat Pack act, trying to pick her up. He must have said
'pretty little lady' 5 times in a minute. Realizing his attempts were
futile, he moved on, and tried his lame act on about 5 other girls. Same results. The last I saw of him, he was holding up the promoter for another night in the
hotel, as he said "something important came up, there's no way I can leave." Lame move, he's got enough money, he didn't need to hold up a
struggling promotion. Especially when he's supposed to
'support the sport' so much, and care about its growth.
The best way to sum up Michael Buffer's little brother, is that he is just a
doofus. I haven't used that word on anybody since I was 9 years old, but it's the right term. He's a
doofus.
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