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Chemasov, light on his feet as always, stalked forward, his frame seemingly too powerful for such fluid movement.

Whittier mirrored his steps, a bit more planted but still quick, bouncing just enough to keep his timing unpredictable.

James Nix broke the silence first. "Here we go, folks. This is a fight we\'ve all been waiting for. Balim Chemasov, the undefeated powerhouse, versus Donald Whittier, the former champion known for his technical brilliance. Let\'s see how this plays out."

Chemasov feinted forward, testing Whittier\'s reaction. Whittier remained composed, flicking out a jab that didn\'t quite reach, just to establish distance. Both fighters were patient, not looking to rush things.

Jim Logan chimed in. "You can see the mutual respect here. Neither wants to make the first mistake. Whittier has that sharp technical striking, but Chemasov… well, we know how relentless he can be."

Chemasov made the first significant move, stepping in with a fast one-two, his right hand zipping toward Whittier\'s chin.

But Whittier saw it coming and slipped to the side, narrowly avoiding the punch.

Whittier countered with a leg kick that slapped against Chemasov\'s lead leg, but it barely seemed to affect him.

Chemasov immediately closed the distance, looking to tie up Whittier against the cage.

"Chemasov\'s forward pressure is insane," Demien Korvier added. "Once he gets going, it\'s hard to stop him."

Whittier circled out, quick on his feet, and reset.

He fired another leg kick, this time with more power, and followed up with a jab that found Chemasov\'s guard.

Chemasov, undeterred, charged forward again, throwing a wild overhand right, which Whittier ducked under effortlessly.

But Chemasov wasn\'t just about power; his relentless pace was his biggest weapon.

He continued stalking Whittier, cutting off the cage, leaving Whittier with fewer and fewer options to move.

Chemasov faked a punch and shot in for a takedown, lightning-fast. His explosion was undeniable.

Whittier sprawled, defending the attempt well, but Chemasov was already transitioning, lifting Whittier\'s leg and driving him toward the fence.

"Chemasov\'s wrestling is a huge threat here," Demien said. "Whittier has solid takedown defense, but Chemasov can shoot from anywhere."

Whittier dug his hands into Chemasov\'s arms, using the fence to keep his balance.

He twisted his body, trying to break free, but Chemasov\'s grip was too strong.

Chemasov drove a few knees into Whittier\'s thigh, softening him up, before Whittier managed to frame against Chemasov\'s face and push him off.

As they separated, Whittier unleashed a vicious elbow on the break that just grazed Chemasov\'s head.

"Close call!" Nix shouted. "Whittier\'s dangerous in the clinch, too."

Chemasov, unfazed, immediately shot in again, this time getting both hands around Whittier\'s waist.

He lifted Whittier clean off the ground and slammed him down into the center of the octagon with a powerful takedown.

"Oh, big slam by Chemasov!" Logan yelled. "Whittier\'s on his back now, this is not where he wants to be."

Chemasov wasted no time. He immediately postured up, looking to rain down ground-and-pound.

But Whittier, known for his survival skills on the ground, quickly locked up Chemasov\'s arms, preventing any big shots from landing.

Chemasov tried to muscle free, but Whittier was smart, controlling his posture, not letting him land anything significant.

"This is where Chemasov is dangerous," Demien said. "He\'s relentless on the ground, but Whittier\'s showing some good defense here."

Whittier managed to kick off the cage and create some space, scrambling back to his feet.

The crowd roared as the fight returned to the standing position, both fighters breathing heavily from the early exchanges.

"Beautiful work by Whittier to get back to his feet," Nix observed. "But now we\'ll see if that early pressure from Chemasov starts to wear on him."

Chemasov didn\'t give Whittier much time to recover.

He immediately rushed forward again, throwing wild hooks, looking to land something big.

Whittier slipped most of the punches but ate a hard left hook that snapped his head to the side.

Whittier retaliated with a stiff jab and a quick front kick to Chemasov\'s body, trying to keep the bigger man at bay.

Chemasov came forward again, swinging hard, but Whittier stayed composed, ducking under a big right hand and countering with a right hook to the body.

Chemasov grunted, taking the shot, and fired back with a heavy right hand that glanced off Whittier\'s guard.

As the pace quickened, both fighters began exchanging more frequently. Whittier landed a solid combination, a jab, cross, leg kick, that backed Chemasov up momentarily.

But Chemasov absorbed it, shrugged it off, and rushed forward again, this time pushing Whittier against the cage once more.

"This is Chemasov\'s bread and butter," Demien noted. "Pressure, takedowns, and heavy hands. He just doesn\'t stop."

With Whittier against the cage, Chemasov attempted another takedown, but Whittier stuffed it, landing a sneaky uppercut in the process.

The uppercut seemed to catch Chemasov off guard, but he quickly adjusted, pushing Whittier against the fence and unloading body shots that made Whittier wince.

"Whittier\'s in a tough spot here," Nix commented. "Chemasov\'s just relentless with this pressure."

Whittier, showing his veteran experience, used a clinch break to land a sharp elbow to Chemasov\'s temple, creating space again.

He followed up with a crisp one-two that landed flush, snapping Chemasov\'s head back.

"Oh! Whittier\'s landing clean!" Logan shouted. "He\'s finding his rhythm now."

Chemasov, though hurt, barely slowed down. He charged forward again, throwing wild hooks.

One clipped Whittier, but Whittier rolled with the punch, absorbing the impact.

Whittier fired back with a left hook, then a high kick that Chemasov blocked just in time.

The pace of the fight was starting to take a toll on both fighters.

Their breathing was heavier now, sweat pouring off them as they exchanged strikes, especially Chemasov.

Chemasov\'s face showed signs of wear from Whittier\'s precise shots, while Whittier\'s body was reddening from Chemasov\'s relentless body shots.

"Both guys are wearing the damage now," Nix said. "This is turning into a war."

With less than a minute left in the round, Chemasov finally slowed his forward pressure, likely feeling the effects of the high pace.

Whittier saw the opening and unleashed a brutal leg kick that buckled Chemasov\'s knee.

"That leg kick is paying dividends now," Demien observed. "Chemasov\'s movement is slowing down."

Sensing a shift, Whittier pressed forward with a combination, throwing a jab, followed by a straight right, and then another leg kick.

Chemasov, still moving forward, threw a wild overhand right that Whittier ducked under effortlessly.

In a quick move, Whittier clinched Chemasov\'s neck and delivered a hard knee to the body. Chemasov grunted and backed off, circling to reset.

The round ended with both fighters staring each other down, blood pumping, the crowd on its feet.