Sure, let’s dive into this. Imagine being glued to UFC action at the T-Mobile Center. Saturday nights—ain’t they something? We had Ian Machado Garry clashing with Carlos Prates. A proper brawl!
So, Garry walked in with something to prove after his quick call-up loss to Shavkat Rakhmonov at UFC 310. I mean, short notice fights? Woof. Then there’s Prates—part of some spicy camp in Brazil, the Fighting Nerds. (Yeah, I chuckled too. Nerds in the ring.)
The first round, man, it was electric. Garry kinda found his groove towards the end—nice head kick there, blocked but still nasty. Prates seemed like he was conserving his hits, or maybe he just didn’t land much of anything. Who knows?
By round two, the dance on their feet got even more intense. Garry was bouncing around like he had springs. Prates tried a little wrestling action, but Garry shrugged it off like an annoying fly. Honestly, it was another round in Garry’s pocket. Those head kicks were becoming his encore move.
Round three? Garry was all about using that reach. You’d swear Prates was swinging at a ghost. Though, props to Garry—he did try for a leg but couldn’t quite pin him down. But oh, that uppercut! And what followed? A nice combo and another attempt at a takedown. This time, success!
Prates tried to get his mojo back—broke a hold and leaned on Garry like they were old friends. They danced back to the center, Garry sneaking in another takedown just before the bell.
Into the fourth and, honestly, Prates needed a miracle. Maybe an intervention from the gods of combat sports? He did land a solid body kick, but Garry’s constant peppering made it clear who’s calling the shots. Another takedown by Garry and he just chilled at Prates’ back. Almost felt like a Sunday afternoon lounge, if you ask me.
Things got spicy near the end, though. A bloody Garry went for a last-minute takedown—sort of a “thanks, but no thanks” to Prates’ advances.
Final round, and Prates came out guns blazing—like, do or go home style. He backed Garry into a corner, Garry slipped out, and boom, counterstrike! Back and forth they went, until… surprise, another takedown attempt, another tumble. This time, Prates found himself on top, hammering down like he had something to prove.
Garry, looking a bit worse for wear, somehow scrambled up and went for a leg in desperation. Goodness, it was a messy exchange. Prates had his shot but, I swear, he let Garry slip just because he wanted that Hollywood knockout.
In the end, the decision went Garry’s way. He’s even eyeing a backup slot at UFC 315. Belal Muhammad vs. Jack Della Maddalena—don’t know about you, but I’m penciling that down.
Scoreboard read unanimous in Garry’s favor. Wild, right? Can’t wait to see what’s next for these fellas.
