Hank Binn, standing tall in the center of the cage, called both Ivan and Brian forward.
Though there was obvious tension between the two fighters, they didn't waver and kept their focus on one another.
Hank, a seasoned referee with countless bouts under his belt, kept his expression neutral.
"Alright, gentlemen, let's keep it clean," Hank said, his voice cutting through the room's buzz of excitement.
"You both know the rules, but I'm gonna go over them again. Protect yourselves at all times, listen to my instructions, and if I tell you to stop, you stop. No strikes to the back of the head, no eye pokes, no groin shots. Got it?"
With their fists clenched at their sides and their muscles taut and prepared, both fighters nodded.
"If you're caught in a submission or a position you can't defend from, tap, and I'll stop it. If I feel you're not intelligently defending yourself, I'm stopping the fight. You got me?"
Ivan and Brian nodded again, their eyes never leaving each other.
Hank looked at both men, his gaze shifting from Ivan's steely Russian focus to Brian's cold, predatory stare. "Touch gloves if you want," Hank added, stepping back to give them room.
Neither man hesitated.
They stepped forward and tapped gloves with a sharp thud, no animosity, just the mutual respect of two fighters about to engage in combat.
Hank took a deep breath, stepped back, and raised his hand. "Alright, let's get this going."
He glanced at both corners, then pointed at each fighter. "Ready? Ready?"
Both men nodded, shifting into their fighting stances.
"Fight!" Hank commanded, dropping his hand to signal the start of the bout.
The cage erupted as both Ivan and Brian surged forward.
The moment Hank Binn's hand dropped, signaling the start of the fight, Ivan and Brian circled each other, measuring distance, their eyes locked with an intensity that could cut through steel.
Neither fighter wanted to make the first mistake.
Ivan moved carefully and deliberately, and his footwork was smooth and balanced.
His hands were high, guarding his face as he tested the waters with a light jab, flicking it out toward Brian's guard.
Ivan countered immediately, stepping in with a short right uppercut that snapped Brian's head back, followed by a devastating left hook to the body.
Even with the yells from the sides, you could hear Ivan's glove hit Brian in the ribs.
With visible pain in his eyes, Brian winced but remained calm, taking a step back and resetting.
"Stay in the fight!" Chemasov barked, and his voice was loud enough to be heard.
Brian nodded, breathing heavily, but Ivan was already coming forward again.
Ivan feinted with a jab, causing Brian to flinch, and then quickly shifted his weight, firing off a brutal low kick to Brian's lead leg.
The strike buckled Brian's knee slightly, but he managed to stay on his feet, gritting his teeth as the pain shot up his thigh.
Brian retaliated with a spinning back kick, hoping to catch Ivan off guard, but Ivan stepped back just in time, avoiding the kick by mere inches.
As Brian completed the rotation, Ivan punished him with a right hand that landed flush on his jaw, sending him stumbling into the cage.
The crowd around the training facility gasped as Brian's back hit the fence.
Ivan, sensing blood in the water, didn't let up.
He closed the distance again, unleashing a number of strikes.
A right cross, left hook, right uppercut, all aimed at Brian's head.
Brian, trapped against the cage, tried to cover up, but Ivan's punches were breaking through his defense.
A sharp uppercut snuck under Brian's guard, snapping his head back, followed by a punishing hook to the body that visibly rocked him.
Brian's face twisted in pain, but he wasn't done yet.
He pushed off the cage and swung wildly with a left hook, catching Ivan off guard.
The punch connected, and Ivan staggered back, a brief look of surprise crossing his face.
The hit wasn't enough to drop him, but it gave Brian the opening he needed to create some space.
He shook his head, regaining his composure, and delivered a powerful body kick that sent shockwaves through his body as his shin struck Ivan in the ribs.