Chapter 163 Felipe Santos Vs. Brian Walker II: Out-wrestle



Both fighters stood still and tense, waiting for the bell that would start the war.

BEEEEEP!

The fight began, and Brian wasted no time.

He rushed forward, feinting a jab before quickly firing a heavy low kick that hit against Felipe's leg.

PAHH!!

Felipe changed his steps as he tried to figure out the rhythm. As he circled, his footwork was still smooth.

Felipe responded with a crisp jab, followed by a quick combination of punches, but Brian slipped just out of range and countered with a powerful hook that grazed Felipe's chin.

It was clear from the start that Brian wasn't holding back.

"Control the distance, Felipe! Don't let him in close!" Whittier raised his voice, yelling from the corner.

Felipe moved quickly, lightly bouncing on his feet, using his light striking background to keep things standing.

He flicked a front kick toward Brian's midsection, but Brian absorbed it, moving forward under constant pressure.

Brian wasn't just swinging wildly, he was calculated.

He threw another kick, this time aimed higher, making Felipe react.

With that, Brian used the opening to dive low for a single-leg takedown, aiming to use his wrestling to bring the fight to his world.

Felipe sprawled, showing his recent improvements in defending takedowns, but Brian was relentless.

As he charged forward, his strength stood out as he powered through Felipe, lifted him, and slammed him hard onto the floor.

"Get up, Felipe! Get up!" Whittier shouted.

But Brian's wrestling was no joke.

He moved quickly to half guard, pinning Felipe's hips down, using his body weight to smother him.

Felipe squirmed beneath him, trying to create space, but Brian's control was tight.

"Smeesh him," Chemasov yelled from the corner, his deep voice booming. "Brian! Don't give space! Keep pressure!"

Brian worked to pass the guard, throwing elbows from the top, but Felipe managed to block most of them.

Chemasov barked orders in Russian while Whittier kept trying to get Felipe to adjust, to stay away from Brian's relentless wrestling.

Felipe fired another punch, but it lacked the power from earlier in the round. Brian was still sharp, focused.

He slipped the punch and connected with a stiff jab that snapped Felipe's head back.

Brian pressed the action again, firing a series of combinations that pushed Felipe back.

It was clear that every hit and kick was meant to hurt.

Felipe was defending, but the momentum was shifting toward Brian.

"Stay with it, Felipe!" Whittier yelled, but even he knew that Brian was the one in control now.

Felipe, visibly tired, tried to rally, throwing a high kick that whizzed past Brian's head, but Brian ducked under it and went straight for a takedown, slamming Felipe onto the mat once more.

With Felipe on his back, Brian began raining down heavy ground and pound, his focus laser-sharp as he followed the game plan to perfection.

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"Finish him!" Chemasov shouted, his voice booming.

Brian postured up, delivering one more massive strike just as the bell rang.

BEEEEEEEP!

Hank Binn stepped in to separate the fighters as they both caught their breath.

The round was tough, and even though Felipe fought hard, Brian was clearly the one with the upper hand.

Whittier stepped in as Felipe sat down on the stool.

He had a serious look in his eyes that showed frustration and determination.

One of the coaches handed Felipe water, while another patted his shoulders, but Whittier wasted no time.

"This is not what we planned, Felipe," Whittier said, his tone sharp but not panicked. "You're trying to out-wrestle him. What did we say? That's his game. You don't want to play his game!"

Felipe nodded and tried to catch his breath, but it was clear that Brian's constant push had worn him out.

"Stop letting him dictate the pace! You're giving him exactly what he wants," Whittier continued, leaning in closer, his voice both firm and encouraging.

"You've got better hands, you've got better kicks, so use them! Don't engage in the clinch unless you have to, and for god's sake, keep it standing."