That his head didn’t pop clean off his shoulders was a miracle, as commentators Joe Rogan and Jon Anik noted. The fake-out was enough as it prompted the inevitable takedown from him, except this time instead of wrapping up my legs and dumping me on my butt again, his face drove straight down into an uppercut I had seemingly begun swinging from all the way back in the locker room. I pumped two more stiff jabs into his face to ensure his eyes were still watering and proceeded to start an overhand right of my own… then pulled it back almost immediately. As he desperately threw a looping overhand right at my face to keep me at bay, I ducked my body to the side and came back with a right uppercut, left hook, right body kick combo that had him reeling. That is until I caught a kick he had tried to throw to my mid-section and staggered him with a hellacious straight right as he hopped on one leg. Other times I got back up to my feet and proceeded to give him an acute case of the “stanky leg” numerous time only for him to take me down again right before the finishing blow each time. In some of the matches, this was the beginning of the end as a rapidly sunk in submission slid through my almost non-existent defences. Now that contract was up for renewal and who would be standing opposite me but the very same chump I had dispatched earlier who had now become my rival.Īs we fought in this rematch it appeared that it would be a case of violent deja vu as I rocked him repeatedly with heavy punches only for him to shoot in for a takedown and drag me to the mat before ol’ Sarel could respond. I kept up the brutal knockouts which led to UFC President Dana White’s Looking For a Fight show coming to check me out and eventually offering me a UFC contract.
#BEST UFC 3 FIGHTERS PRO#
He was a fighter I had knocked out brutally in the first round of just my second fight as a pro in the dingy bush-league fighting circuit in which UFC 3 starts off your very lengthy Career Mode. This was a huge problem for two very significant reasons.įirstly, my opponent knew it. However, this focus on the art of knocking people the f-k out came at a cost as his ground game was akin to a flopping mackerel on the deck of a fishing trawler. Sarel Seemonster, the brutal middleweight I had created through the game’s incredibly in-depth character creation system – he was equal parts cave troll and troll doll – was a punishing in-close brawler, with devastating hooks and uppercuts and a leg kick like a long-handled wood axe. Unfortunately, this was proving to be difficult as I had been replaying this one fight over and over again more than 20 times now. I had become gripped with a singular purpose: To divorce my opponent of his consciousness using the fist-shaped sledgehammers attached to the ends of my arms. It was 2:15 in the morning and I had to be up for my day job in a couple hours, but I couldn’t stop playing EA Sports UFC 3.