First the barnburner main event was cancelled, then one of the ex-UFCers pulled out, then two of the undercard matches were scratched at the last minute, then two of the main card fights were rather boring decisions, and to top it all off, drinks were forbidden within the venue. So suffice to say that attending Bellator 47 turned out to be… somewhat less than I’d originally hoped. Not that there wasn’t some entertaining fights, but when there ends up being only 7 bouts on the whole card and 4 of them go the distance, it’s not gonna be all super-awesome.
On the “local feature” undercard, Ontario boy Alex Ricci survived a back and forth battle enroute to a 2nd round G&P TKO, and another local named Jesse Gross was swiftly taken down and put to sleep early in the 1st, but a snoozer of a decision put the crowd to sleep in between. Then came an intermission in which the wife and I sought liquor in the lobby while wondering WTF happened to the other two undercard fights and how they could have even squeezed them in anyway.
A rock’em sock’em robots heavyweight slugfest kicked off the main card and silenced the boo-birds and hecklers for a time, but even local hero Chris Horodecki felt some of their wrath when he delivered a dominant but rather stinky decision over Some Dude instead of the “statement” that he promised (and needed). In his defense, apparently a close friend of his died like a week before, so there you go.
In the tournament action, Marlon Sandro and Pat Curran predictably advanced to the finals of the “Summer Series” featherweight tourney. Both semifinal matches went to the judges, but Sandro/Malegarie was the good kind of 3-rounder, with Sandro flashing his trademark deadly uppercut a bunch of times, but “Naza” simply would NOT fucking go down or even wobble. He got in some licks of his own too, but was clearly dominated in both the striking and grappling departments. Sandro apologized post-fight for failing to put him away, but it was obvious that Malegarie is just a tough sonuvabitch.
The Curran/Mann decision was somehow not nearly as entertaining, though that could have been partly due to the general lousy vibe in the crowd by that point. Mann seemed to be holding back for the entire fight, and even his corner was screaming at him to get it in gear, while Curran alternated between picking his strikes and takedowns and throwing wild flying knees that mostly missed. The 3rd round got kinda tedious even for me (it always irritates me when fighters fuck around with trading leg-kicks so late in the game), and quite a few people walked out before it was even over… no great loss out of that crowd though.
All in all, next time I think I’ll just watch it at home. At least then there’ll be only one bored person in the room with me, I’m the only asshole yelling “funny” comments, and I can drink whatever and wherever the fuck I want… as long as I use a coaster.
FW Semifinal: Pat Curran def. Ronnie Mann – UD (29-28, 30-27, 30-27) – VID Pt1, Pt2
FW Semifinal: Marlon Sandro def. Nazareno Malegarie – UD (30-27, 30-27, 30-27) – VID
Chris Horodecki def. Chris Saunders – UD (30-27, 30-27, 30-27) – VID
Neil Grove def. Zak Jensen – TKO, 2:00 Rd1 – ” target=”_blank”>VID
Alexandre Bezerra def. Jesse Gross – Tech Sub (RNC), 1:28 Rd 1 – VID
William Romero def. Daniel Langbeen – UD (29-28, 30-27, 30-27)
Alex Ricci def. Alka Matewa – TKO, 2:40 Rd 2