PFL 2025 World Tournament 3: Live Updates, Outcomes & Round-by-Round Scoring

So, picture this. It’s nearly time for the PFL 2025 World Tournament, and maybe I’m just getting old, but these events always tend to sneak up on me. Anyway, I finally remember to mark my calendar, and then it’s like — bam! — here we are. First round’s kicking off Friday at 5 p.m. Eastern, and oh boy, it’s live. LIVE, people, on ESPN and ESPN+ at 7 p.m. I’m not even exaggerating when I say that, for me, it’s like a mini-holiday.

Alright, so here’s the lowdown. Fighters get one shot at proving themselves, as if they’re living in some kind of movie. No second chances, which makes it all the more… dramatic? Tense? Both.

Now, this is where I should get a bit more organized, but my brain’s struggling — too much anticipation. We’ve got a bunch of matches lined up. Each of those fights will be scored by these dudes: Jay Pettry, Tyler Treese, and Mike Pendleton. Frankly, I wouldn’t mind doing the scoring myself, but I suppose they’ve got enough experience for the job. And don’t get me started on those split decisions — always nerve-wracking.

Oh, did I mention there are multiple rounds? Feels like everything comes in threes or something. Round 1, Round 2, Round 3. Not rocket science, but sometimes my attention span rivals that of a goldfish on espresso. And here’s the kicker, all the rounds — Jay, Tyler, and Mike are shouting numbers into the void. But we folks watching are waiting for the official result like kids on Christmas Eve. Will it be a knockout? A sleeper of a match? The anticipation is its own kind of entertainment.

As if we’re not already buzzing, there’s the little matter of the official result. Can I just say how nerve-wracking it would be to wait for that announcement if you were an actual fighter? Imagine you’ve poured your soul into the ring, and you’re standing there, bouncing on your heels, waiting for someone to tell you if you’re today’s hero or just a footnote. Wild.

And that’s not all — they’ve got this running commentary over on Sherdog, which is kind of this bizarre mix of live tweeting and sports commentary. Scores coming in, each round wrapped in its own package, tied up with a bow of, what… adrenaline and sweat? I dunno, I’m not a poet.

By the end of the night — when the dust settles — all those rounds would have formed this crazy tapestry of human endurance and skill. But let’s see who walks away with their dream intact. I can almost hear the echoes of their footsteps in the ring. But maybe that’s just my imagination running wild. Or maybe it’s just the popcorn sizzling in the microwave.