Oh man, where to start with this whole UFC biz? It’s like a soap opera, but with way more punches and way less soap. So, UFC 317, right? June’s gonna go wild with this card, seriously. We got a fight between two guys that no one’s stopped talking about — Terrance McKinney, the guy’s got this whole T-Wrecks vibe going on. I guess that’s a dinosaur thing? And then there’s Viacheslav Borshchev, who folks just casually call “Slava Claus.” Why Santa? No clue. Honestly, sometimes nicknames just slap or they’re just there.
The match dropped on social media like a surprise birthday party you half-expected but weren’t quite sure was really gonna happen. Here I am, scrolling, and boom, McKinney’s like, “Guess what? We’re fighting!” And I was like, “Whoa, wasn’t ready for that on a Tuesday.” The guy’s gotta reputation, never seen a judge. I mean literally, it’s like “Judges? Never heard of ’em.” All his fights? Ends before it gets boring, one way or another.
And this Borshchev guy, with his cheerful Santa thing he’s got happening, he’s walking in after a bit of a stumble with Tom Nolan. But hey, everyone loves a good comeback story, right? Three bonuses in the bag already — he’s not just wrapping gifts.
So neither of these dudes is ranked at 155lbs, but hey, ask anyone who watches for more than the belts and they’ll tell you these fighters are the fireworks you didn’t think you needed but end up talking about at work on Monday. It’s all going down at this International Fight Week thing, on June 28. Somewhere fancy — T-Mobile Arena in Vegas, where all the big lights shine, and I’m sure someone’s trying to sell you overpriced pretzels.
And yeah, the event’s got some cream-of-the-crop headline stuff. Like Topuria versus Oliveira for that sweet, empty lightweight crown. Makhachev left it just hanging there? Wild, right? Plus, we got Pantoja and Kara-France scrapping for the flyweight title. It sounds all official and whatnot — with lots of others jumping in the cage that night: Dariush, Moicano, you name it. They’ve packed this line-up fuller than a clown car.
Okay, I’m getting off track. Point is, if you plan to catch UFC 317, expect a lot. Maybe hungry from all that hype? I know I am. Just remember to find a cozy seat – it’s gonna be a big one.
