Oh man, let me tell you about this totally wild night of fights with the Professional Fighters League. So, it was just one of those evenings where I thought, “Hey, why not watch some people punch each other for sport?” The PFL World Tournament was happening, and gosh, did it deliver. I mean, seriously, if you’re into seeing folks beat each other up (I know it’s more than that, but you get what I mean), this was your jam.
Fabian Edwards… now there’s a guy who knows how to put on a show. We’re talking a knockout that could probably wake the neighborhood. I remember just sitting there, letting out this unintentional gasp. Edwards, with his shiny 14-4 record, faced off against Impa Kasanganay, who had more wins under his belt — 18-6 if we’re being precise. They both seemed like they were on a mission to avoid the ground at all costs. It was tense, I’ll tell you that. At some point, I found myself rooting for Edwards (though I couldn’t quite explain why at that moment). Maybe it was the British accent? Who knows.
Then, this whole thing took a turn. Edwards, in the most unexpected twist of fate, starts landing these crisp punches, sneaky like they’ve got a mind of their own. And Kasanganay? Poor guy ends up on the floor, all thanks to some elbows that could probably dent steel. Knockout, bam — 2 minutes and 14 seconds into Round 2. Like, how do you even train to recover from that? Anyway, Edwards is moving on to face Joshua Silveira. I can’t wait to see how that pans out.
Moving onto the lightweight tussle — a bit of a whirlwind, honestly. Gadzhi Rabadanov, the reigning lightweight champ from 2024, stepped in to remind everyone precisely why he’s the top dog. I mean, blink and you’d miss it. Marc Diakiese didn’t even stand a proper chance. Less than a minute. 32 seconds, to be exact. You could practically hear the ring go silent in disbelief. Rabadanov’s on a roll, 6-0 in the PFL now, and he’s got a 10-fight winning streak to flaunt. Talk about riding high.
Then there was Dalton Rosta — a name that somehow just rolls off the tongue — up against Sadibou Sy. Rosta’s like a human bulldozer, throwing punches as if he’s on fast forward. Before Sy knew it, he was getting introduced to the cage. Rosta’s a smart cookie, stepping things up a notch with this brabo choke. And just like that, Sy’s out like a light. A technical submission at three minutes and 29 seconds into the second round. Can’t forget that. Rosta’s now got Aaron Jeffery in his sights for the semifinals. That should be riveting.
Oh, and Jay-Jay Wilson, aka “The Maori Kid” — this guy’s got moves. He kinda snuck up on Mads Burnell in a way that reminded me of a cat hunting a very stressful mouse. They’re grappling all over the place, but Wilson gets the upper hand in the later rounds, no question. The punches start flying heavier in the third round and boom, referee steps in at 4:42. That’s how you secure a spot in the semifinals against the mighty Rabadanov.
And as if the excitement wasn’t drained yet, it all kicked off with a real barn burner between Clay Collard and Alfie Davis. Let me just say — Collard, bless him, gets a bit too aggressive, like a kid after too much candy. Rushes in and gets introduced to Davis’s spinning back elbow. Oof. Davis, cool as a cucumber, gets the upper hand, and next thing you know, the fight’s over at 2 minutes and 12 seconds.
There were more fights, you know. Prelim action and all that jazz. But by then, I was almost too spent — needed snacks, a beer, maybe a hike (bit late for that though). But Joshua Silveira, Brent Primus, Aaron Jeffery — a whole other batch of folks making waves. They’re moving on up too.
Honestly, the whole thing was like a rollercoaster, if that makes sense. Twists, turns, thrills – a chaotic masterpiece in the best possible way. As long as you’re not in the ring, of course.
