After all the trash talk, Stevie Morgan finally stepped into the ring, only to become Amanda Serrano’s punching bag. Serrano, never one to shy away from a fight, charged in like a bull, while Morgan tried her best to keep up. Serrano was relentless, landing heavy punches that snapped Morgan’s head back dramatically. By the end of the round, it was clear Morgan was in deep water, grateful for the shorter two-minute rounds. The scorecard read Serrano 10, Morgan 9—a generous score for Morgan, given the circumstances.
Round 2: No bell could have saved Morgan this time. Serrano came out swinging, determined to end things early. She pummeled Morgan, who barely had time to defend herself, let alone land any significant punches. The referee, seeing enough of the one-sided demolition, stepped in to stop the fight, granting Serrano a knockout victory. Morgan, still reeling, might need to rethink those pre-fight words next time around.
Jake Paul then took center stage against some guy named Mike Perry in the “main event” of the DAZN PPV. Perry looked like he’d left his boxing basics on the bus, hands hanging lower than a disillusioned office worker on Monday morning. Paul, seizing the opportunity, unleashed a body shot that likely sent a tremor through Perry’s ancestors. The script unfolded predictably with Perry hitting the canvas after a Paul right hand, getting up with the enthusiasm of a man condemned to return to a cubicle.
Round two and Perry’s defense was as absent as his chances of winning, making himself a perfect target for Paul, who was shopping hits like it was Black Friday. Perry, a tad wobbly, perhaps thinking he was in a drunken dance rather than a boxing fight, managed to throw Paul to the mat…not with skill but with a clumsiness akin to a barroom brawl.
By round three, the bout morphed from farcical to downright pitiful. Paul, even when seeming to need a breather, was untouchable. Perry did land a couple of punches, which was akin to finding loose change under the couch—nice but hardly impactful. The one-way traffic continued as Paul, even in a fatigue-induced slowdown, still managed to look like he was sparring with a punching bag rather than fighting an equal.
As the rounds progressed, it was just more of the same—Paul jabbing, Perry wobbling, and the spectators wondering what sadistic twist would come next. The fight continued its painful trajectory until the referee, probably contemplating mercy more than duty, stepped in to end the farce in round 6.
Billing this underwhelming display as a pay-per-view was a slap in the face to boxing fans and a reminder that in the circus of celebrity boxing, it’s the spectacle that sells, not the skill. Jake Paul’s choice of opponents continues to be a mockery of the sport—fighting what can best be described as clowns in a ring where the punches are real but the competition is not.
Lucas Bahdi put Ashton Sylve in his place with a knockout that came not a moment too soon, ending the fight in the sixth round. It was as if Bahdi remembered he had somewhere else to be, delivering a knockout punch that sent Sylve packing and the crowd into a frenzy—probably more from shock than excitement.
Meanwhile, Corey Marksman barely edged out Tony Aguilar in what could only be described as a glorified dance-off with punches. The judges couldn’t seem to agree on what they were watching, resulting in a majority decision with scores that had everyone scratching their heads—76-76, 77-75, and 78-74. Marksman might have won, but nobody seemed too sure, including the judges.
Then there was Julio Cesar Chavez Jr., who decided to go the distance with Uriah Hall, securing a unanimous decision in what could best be described as a tactical snooze-fest. Scoring 59-55, 59-55, and 58-56, Chavez Jr. managed to keep everyone mildly interested without risking too much, sticking to the script and avoiding any real drama. Hall, bless his heart, tried to keep up but ended up just another notch on Chavez’s belt of cautious victories.
