MMA on DVD: UFC 65: Bad Intentions

UFC 65: Bad Intentions

Sacramento, California

-Your hosts are Mike Goldberg and a firmly retired Randy Couture. No, really. This was the UFC’s fourth venture into California, this time heading for the state capital, with the Arco Arena being the venue.

Heavyweight Fight: Jake O’Brien vs Josh Shockman

Battle of unbeaten heavyweights to begin, with the then-8-0 O’Brien, coming off a UFC debut win over Christophe Midoux, taking on Josh Shockman, who, depending on sources, was anywhere between 2-0 and 7-0 here, with some debate over which of his fights were considered full professional bouts. If we take the Sherdog (2-0) record, that makes him I believe the most inexperienced fighter in modern UFC history (ignoring people like BJ Penn who made their MMA debuts in UFC) which shows how shallow the Heavyweight division was as recently as last November.

Round One begins and O’Brien immediately shoots in for a takedown and gets Shockman on his back in full guard. Jake moves him to the fence, and works the body with some shots as Shockman surprisingly tries to go for rubber guard. More punches and some short elbows land from O’Brien, as he stays active, but makes no attempt to pass the guard. Ref calls them back to their feet after a while, but O’Brien shoots again off the restart. Shockman sprawls this time, but O’Brien keeps pushing and ends up getting him with a single leg. More of the same follows as Jake lands a few punches, but doesn’t do much else, and the ref calls the inevitable stand-up. Crowd begin to get restless now as Shockman throws some strikes off the restart, but Jake gets an easy double-leg back down to the guard, and the round ends there, with the crowd booing.

O’Brien shoots in for another takedown to open the 2nd round, and surprise surprise, despite Shockman attempting to sprawl, O’Brien drives right through and puts him down again. More short elbows follow, but this time the official stands them up quickly. Shockman attempts a high kick off the restart, but O’Brien blocks, and then gets another takedown to guard. Shockman tries the rubber guard again, but things slow down horribly, and the ref brings them up once more. Finally Shockman avoids a takedown attempt, but a follow-up puts him down again. Ref stands them quickly when nothing happens, and Shockman tries to strike off the restart, but again O’Brien gets him down with a swift shot, and we end with more of the same. Total domination for O’Brien thus far, but a boring fight.

Third and final round, and O’Brien blocks Shockman’s early striking attempts and gets a single leg to half-guard. Jake manages to pin his arm momentarily to land some clean blows, but overall nothing happens and the ref brings them up once more. Shockman lands a couple of low kicks, but O’Brien gets another takedown, and finally looks to pass the guard. No can do though, and the ref brings them up again, only for O’Brien to get another takedown and chop away in the guard to end the fight.

Easy unanimous decision, 30-27 all around for O’Brien, but a seriously dull opener. People knock O’Brien and fighters like him for being one-dimensional and having a “lay-and-pray” style, but really, the guy is 22 years old and he’s clearly still developing his game – if he can tune up the rest of his arsenal he could be a force in a few years. Shockman on the other hand showed nothing at all, especially when it came to takedown defense, and he was basically dominated from start to finish. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – don’t blame the wrestler for lay-and-pray, blame the guy on the bottom for being unable to do anything to prevent it. Terrible fight.

Light-Heavyweight Fight: James Irvin vs Hector Ramirez

BIG pop for Irvin, the hometown favourite. His opponent here, Ramirez, was also a former training partner of Irvin’s, and apparently made an entrance like a poor man’s Quinton Jackson, complete with large chain around his neck. ‘Sick Dog’ was a guy I’d heard quite a lot of good things about pre-UFC, so I was looking forward to this one in a way.

They get underway and both men press with some low kicks to begin with, before Ramirez catches one and gets a takedown. Irvin comes up quickly and Ramirez chases him across the Octagon, and they exchange kicks into a clinch. Ramirez gets a takedown, but slides off Irvin’s back and Irvin comes back to his feet. Ramirez gets a quick single down into a side mount though, and takes Irvin’s back with one hook in. He gets the second hook, but looks too high up on the back to attempt a submission, so he ends up landing some punches to the side of the head instead. Ramirez goes for the rear naked choke, but Irvin defends it and eventually pops out the back door and stands. Irvin lands a sloppy high kick and both guys end up falling to the mat, before popping up and we get a WILD EXCHANGE that ends with Irvin falling to his back on another high kick attempt. Ramirez drops a punch down into Irvin’s guard, before taking his back as Irvin tries to kick him away. Rather than bother with the hooks he lands some WILD SWINGS to the side of the head, before Irvin pops up and misses a telegraphed spinning backfist, and they exchange, with Ramirez tackling him to the mat to a loud pop to end the round.

Round two begins and Ramirez presses forward, countering a low kick with an overhand right. Irvin steps backward and Ramirez closes in with a CRAZY FLURRY along the fence, but Irvin survives and creates some distance, and they circle off. Irvin lands some good low kicks, answered by Ramirez with a left hook. Irvin lands a superman punch and a couple more low kicks, and then counters a lazy jab with a BIG RIGHT CROSS that puts Ramirez down. Irvin begins to celebrate, but referee Mario Yamasaki basically ignores Ramirez being down and out, so Irvin closes back in with a big soccer kick to the body, and some elbows to the head for the stoppage.

INCREDIBLY sloppy fight but a lot of fun to watch – both guys came to fight and threw down with reckless abandon, and we ended up with a watchable brawl with some admittedly cringe-worthy moments, but a really brutal ending. Nice to see Irvin pick up a win in his hometown, but you’ve got to wonder what Yamasaki was thinking not stopping it as soon as Ramirez went down in the first place.

Heavyweight Fight: Antoni Hardonk vs Sherman Pendergarst

Dutch kickboxer Hardonk was originally scheduled to face TUF alumni Brad Imes here, but Imes pulled out injured and his Miletich teammate Sherman ‘The Tank’ Pendergarst stepped in at the last minute. Hardonk had apparently been training his ground game with Rickson Gracie, which is pretty interesting.

We get underway and they go to touch gloves, but it’s a SWERVE from Pendergarst who chases forward trying to catch Hardonk unawares. Man, that’s always a low tactic I think. Sherman grabs him, and eats some knees, but gets the takedown to guard anyway and passes into half-guard. Hardonk works full guard back quickly, but ends up pinned into the fence as Pendergarst opens up with some pedestrian ground-and-pound work from the top. Hardonk tries an armbar from the bottom, but Sherman avoids, so Hardonk kicks him away and the referee ends up bringing the Dutchman to his feet when Pendergarst stands over him. Sherman looks out of gas at this point, and Hardonk closes him down with a stiff jab and a hard low kick, before landing a glancing high kick. Pendergarst begins to backpedal now, and Hardonk lands some more strikes before nailing him with a straight left and a heavy right low kick that buckles the knee and sends him down to the mat, and the ref steps in there. Chalk one up for sportsmanship!

Hardonk looked strong enough here, with a decent defensive game on the mat and some crisp striking, but Pendergarst wasn’t really a noteworthy opponent and looked gassed as soon as they stood, probably due to taking the fight on such short notice. Hardonk has since lost to a more ground-based guy in Justin McCully, basically rendering him Cheick Kongo Version Two. Thank God for the crash of Pride, I guess.

Welterweight Fight: Nick Diaz vs Gleison Tibau

Another monster pop, this time for Diaz, as his hometown of Stockton is pretty close to Sacramento. This was the final fight on his UFC contract (hence the prelim status) and man, I wish he’d re-signed. His opponent here, Tibau, was a BJJ black belt out of the Nova Uniao camp, so I was expecting a fun little fight out of this one.

Diaz presses the action off the bat, closing in and trying a single leg, but Tibau defends well and looks to switch position and take the back. Diaz pulls him over the top to avoid that, so Tibau tries a kimura, and locks it in at a really nasty angle, but he’s not got full guard in and Diaz somehow wriggles free, using his legs to push off and escape. Tibau ends up in Diaz’s guard, and he works to pass, before standing and dropping a punch back into the guard. Tibau works the body, but can’t pass the tight guard, and suddenly Diaz gets an armbar from the bottom and rolls into it! It looks like curtains for the Brazilian, but Tibau manages to slip out and ends up in top position once again. Diaz gives his back, but then reverses and ends up in top position himself, standing over Tibau’s guard. He uses his long range to drop combinations of punches down onto the Brazilian, and then uses a knee ride position to really open up with the shots, Tibau looking in some trouble as the round comes to an end.

Round Two, and Tibau shoots in for a takedown, but Diaz blocks well and goes for a switch, and they break off. Diaz lands a one-two and then gets a takedown to half-guard, and from there he goes into the same knee ride position as he got at the end of the first round. More punches rain down from Diaz, as he opens up with combinations from above, and eventually Tibau has no defense and the ref steps in to call it.

Pretty much what I was expecting there; an entertaining ground-based fight from two clearly skilled fighters. Tibau showed a lot of talent, especially as he nearly caught Diaz with the kimura early, but in the end Diaz’s size and range took over, and Tibau had no answer for Nick’s underrated ground-and-pound skill. Hopefully this isn’t the end for Diaz in the UFC, but if it is, it was a nice win to go out with. A good fight.

Lightweight Fight: Joe Stevenson vs Dokonjonosuke Mishima

Originally rumored opponent for Stevenson here was Mark Hominick, but that fell through for whatever reason and instead we got another Japanese talent entering the Octagon in the form of Pride veteran Dokonjonosuke Mishima. Most people saw Mishima as a guy who was somewhat past his prime, but personally I was looking forward to this one as I like Stevenson a lot, and can’t recall Mishima having a dull fight anyway.

They press into a clinch to open, and Mishima quickly gets a shoulder throw takedown. Stevenson clamps on a guillotine as soon as they hit the mat though, and gets full guard for more leverage. Mishima tries to slam his way out, but only makes the choke tighter, and he looks in trouble for a moment before managing to work his way free. He passes to side mount, but Joe quickly scrambles back to half-guard, and gets the guillotine again. Mishima works his way free once more, but Stevenson ends up catching him in the choke again, and this time gets it a little tighter, elevating Mishima’s body in a sweep attempt, and Mishima taps out there.

I had Stevenson pegged to win this but I didn’t expect it to be quite so quick and easy – by the third attempt you’d expect a grappler of Mishima’s calibre to try to avoid the guillotine a little better, but he just didn’t bother defending it at all. Still, an excellent win for Stevenson who continues to make noise at 155lbs.

Heavyweight Fight: Brandon Vera vs Frank Mir

Interesting one here – they basically billed this as the “past vs. the future” in the Heavyweight division, with the former champion in Mir taking on the guy billed as the big up-and-coming star in Vera. Strangely enough though Vera is actually two years older than Mir – I never would’ve guessed that one. Mir looks in much better shape than he did against Dan Christison, which isn’t hard given that he was about twenty pounds overweight for that fight, but still – he looks physically about the best he’s ever done here.

Mir takes the center of the Octagon to open the round as they both look to exchange, and throw out some stiff feeler strikes. Quickly though Vera NAILS him with a straight right hand that lands flush, wobbling Mir at the knees, and another one follows to seriously hurt the former champ. Vera grabs a plum clinch and hits him with some knees to the face, and Mir tries a desperation takedown, but Vera blocks and ends up on top, where he pounds away, bloodying Mir up until referee Steve Mazzagatti steps in to save him.

Total squash there as Vera just ran through Mir like a hot knife through butter, looking as good as I can recall seeing him in his UFC tenure. Mir though looked like he was there to take a beating and collect a paycheck, which is really sad, even if I was never his biggest fan. I just think the leg injury completely ruined the guy. Vera’s been out of action since due to some contract troubles (which are apparently sorted, thankfully) and since this the landscape of the division has changed greatly. I still think Brandon’s got a hugely bright future, but exactly how good he is we won’t really know until he’s truly tested, which thus far nobody’s been able to do.

Light-Heavyweight Fight: Drew McFedries vs Alessio Sakara

Like the earlier Hardonk/Pendergarst fight, this was another one affected by injury, as Sakara’s original opponent Wilson Gouveia pulled out and was replaced by Miletich fighter McFedries, who Mike Goldberg pushes as a larger version of Robbie Lawler. Honestly, before I heard that I wasn’t looking forward to this at all, and would’ve preferred them to have moved Diaz’s fight to the main card, but once I heard the Lawler line I was pretty stoked to see what McFedries could do.

Round One, and McFedries immediately lives up to the billing and comes out aggressively, and they exchange punches right away. Into a clinch, but Sakara breaks it with some knees, before McFedries catches him with a combo that causes him to drop to guard. They come up quickly though, and Sakara ducks under a couple of swings and lands a HEAVY combo, backing McFedries up with some hard bodyshots and left hooks. McFedries immediately answers with some heavy shots of his own, landing a couple of uppercuts to the Italian, but Sakara comes right back with a MASSIVE RIGHT HOOK that sends McFedries’ mouthpiece flying! Sakara closes in with a combo, but McFedries just comes back and it’s a SLUGFEST with both guys landing! Sakara looks to take over, landing some sharper combos and then a couple of knees, but he misses on a takedown attempt and the ref steps in to give Drew his mouthpiece back.

They restart and exchange again, and this time Sakara hurts him with a pair of heavy left hooks, causing McFedries to get a takedown to half-guard. Back up quickly though, and it’s another exchange with Sakara seemingly on top, but suddenly McFedries ROCKS HIS WORLD with a pair of hard uppercuts, and Sakara slows up for a second before dropping slowly to his back. Huh? Talk about a delayed reaction! McFedries wastes no time in capitalizing though, going down after the Italian and pounding with some heavy bodyshots, and finally Sakara taps just as the ref steps in.

Not sure about the finish at all there, but man, that was one hell of a slugfest. McFedries just came in and threw all caution to the wind, openly trading with a guy pushed as one of the best boxers in the division, and despite taking his fair share of punishment he ended up coming out on top. I think punching power was the difference here, as Sakara caught McFedries with far cleaner shots, but just couldn’t put the guy away, while McFedries was clearly hurting the Italian every time he landed. Not a FOTYC or anything, but this was as entertaining a pure stand-up fight as any I can recall recently.

UFC World Heavyweight Title: Tim Sylvia vs Jeff Monson

Classic striker vs. grappler fight, this one, as champion Sylvia clearly wanted to keep things standing, while it was pretty obvious that Monson needed to ground his giant opponent to have any chance at all of winning. Height advantage for Sylvia is ridiculous here, with Sylvia at 6’8” and Monson at just 5’9”. My thought was that Monson just wouldn’t be able to overcome the reach deficit, and would fall victim to Sylvia in quick fashion, but there were a lot of people out there who thought that Monson could take Sylvia down and submit him, claiming the title in the process. Clearly a lot of those fans were in the Arco Arena, as Monson gets a major superstar pop while Sylvia gets booed out of the building. Staredown, as you can imagine with an eleven-inch height difference, is pretty ridiculous.

Round 1 opens, and they circle tentatively, before Monson attempts the inevitable takedown. Sylvia sprawls well to avoid, and they come back up before Monson shoots right in again. Tim sprawls off once more, and this time they spin around on the mat with Monson gripping onto Sylvia’s leg, and Tim simply holds on and lands a couple of bodyshots until the ref stands them. Restart, and Sylvia throws a couple of punches, before avoiding another takedown. Crowd begin a “MONSON!” chant, as Jeff tries the clinch route, but Tim muscles him away easily. Monson tries to strike now, throwing a couple of overhand rights that land glancingly, but he still can’t get Sylvia down, and now Tim comes back with some jabs and long, straight punches, before taking a glancing right and then missing with a big high kick to end the round. Got to go Sylvia, 10-9 there I think.

Into the 2nd, and Sylvia comes out a little more aggressively this time, landing some left jabs and then sprawling to avoid another attempted takedown. More jabs land before he sprawls again, and then stands and kicks the legs as Monson lies in the butt-scoot position. Monson comes back up, and eats a hard left hook from Sylvia, before the champ sprawls again to avoid another takedown. More combinations begin to land from Sylvia now, as he catches the challenger with a couple of stiff shots that mark up the eye areas, and finishes the round with another successful sprawl. Another round for the champ, 10-9, but the crowd are still firmly behind Monson.

Third round begins, and they circle before Monson finally catches him off balance and gets the takedown to guard! BIG pop for that. Sylvia keeps his guard tight though, avoiding Monson’s attempted shots to the head and landing punches of his own from the bottom. Monson tries to stand to attempt a pass, but Sylvia keeps his legs wrapped tightly to block, and then works him over with some elbows from the bottom. Monson lands some to the body, and then stands to attempt a punch, but as Sylvia looks to kick him away, Monson passes the legs and gets to side mount! Crowd immediately think Sylvia is in trouble as he tries to reverse, only for Monson to grab a guillotine! Sylvia flips all the way over to escape, and ends up underneath in side mount again, and this time Monson manoeuvres around into north/south and attempts a guillotine/anaconda-type choke. He rolls into it, but Sylvia manages to power his way free, and ends up in top position! Tim decides to stand up, and Big John McCarthy steps in to call time to have the doctor check Monson’s eye, which is cut and looks badly swollen at this point. They restart, and Sylvia closes in with punches and then a pair of BIG KNEES to drop Monson right on the buzzer!

Eddie Bravo scores it 10-9 Monson, but really despite getting the position, Sylvia avoided Monson’s two submission attempts and did more damage with his strikes from the bottom and standing, so I’d go 10-9 Sylvia again. Monson looks pretty much like a beaten man in his corner at this point too, clearly frustrated with his inability to put Tim away.

Into championship territory, Round Four, and Sylvia keeps his distance to begin, and then decides to go to ground, albeit in top position, as he blocks a takedown attempt. Suddenly *Monson* looks in trouble on the ground as Sylvia passes into side mount, and works him over with some short elbows, battering his face pretty badly. Monson tries a reversal, but Sylvia keeps top position in half-guard now, and then works for a keylock, but Monson manages to avoid it. NEVER expected to see Sylvia looking for submissions on Monson. Monson finally manages to reverse over, but can’t land anything well, and suddenly Sylvia gets his legs up and LOCKS ON A TRIANGLE CHOKE!~! Holy crap. Monson stays cool though and manages to break free, staying in Sylvia’s guard to end the round. That was one of the strangest rounds I can remember seeing I think, just totally surreal. It’s 10-9 Sylvia though, and 40-36 overall from my counting.

Fifth and final round, and Sylvia avoids a takedown right away and ends up on top, this time attempting Monson’s own favoured north/south choke in a moment of irony. He quickly gives it up and stands though, and they circle around with absolutely NOTHING happening, pissing off the crowd a treat. In the end Big John steps in and gives both guys a warning, telling them that this is a fight, so FIGHT. Monson shoots as they restart, but Sylvia sprawls out and then kicks the legs, and we end with more circling.

By my count it’s 50-45 Sylvia, and sure enough it’s a unanimous decision, 50-45, 49-46, 49-46 for Sylvia to retain. Crowd are not happy about that, but eh, the guy did his job.

Well – on one hand this was a fairly maligned fight, for a number of reasons. Namely, it quickly became tiresome once it was clear that Monson was struggling to get Sylvia down and even when he got him down, he was basically unable to do any damage. That’s not a bad thing in itself, but Sylvia fought extremely tentatively in the standing portions, never opening up for fear of the takedown, even in the later rounds when it was quite clear that Monson was a beaten man – this was especially true in the dire fifth round. On the other hand though, the third and fourth rounds were incredible to watch, both from a live perspective in terms of wondering whether Monson could slap a submission on Sylvia, and also for the sheer awesomeness of Sylvia not only surviving on the mat with Monson, but also taking over and attempting his own subs on the grappling master.

Overall the fight showed Monson’s limitations as a top-level Heavyweight (namely, he’s more suited to LHW if he’d drop some muscle, simply due to the size of his frame) and also how far Sylvia had come as a well-rounded fighter with a solid ground game to match his stand-up. Not the best fight ever and certainly dull in parts, but ten out of the twenty-five minutes of this was absolutely golden.

UFC World Welterweight Title: Matt Hughes vs Georges St-Pierre

This to me was the fight I’d waited the whole year for, as after getting past an incredible amount of obstacles in the form of Mayhem Miller, Frank Trigg, Sean Sherk and finally BJ Penn, my favourite fighter St-Pierre was given a second crack at the seemingly unstoppable champion Hughes, who had been on a tear of his own, running through Trigg, Joe Riggs, Royce Gracie and finally Penn (who stepped in for the injured St-Pierre two months prior) and looking as great as ever. Make no mistake about it, this was #1 vs. #2 in the Welterweight division, and you could probably make a fair claim for both men to be ranked in the top three pound-for-pound in the sport, too. Add in the whole issue of St-Pierre apparently being unimpressed with Hughes’s victory over Penn, and you’ve got quite the huge fight. Being a uber-fan, I was of course taking St-Pierre to win, but this was clearly his toughest fight to date and one that could easily go either way.

Crowd seem pretty mixed for the entrances, giving large ovations to both men, slightly moreso to Hughes. And unlike the first fight between the two, St-Pierre stares right at Hughes rather than avoiding eye contact. No touch of gloves between the two – let’s get it on.

They circle to open, both men throwing out some feeler strikes, as the crowd start up with a “USA!” chant. St-Pierre draws first blood, landing a couple of nice straight punches, before Hughes blocks a high kick attempt. Couple of low kicks and long, straight punches land from St-Pierre, who looks to be using his range, while Hughes tries to counter. Crowd are now chanting “GSP!”, completely switched from just moments beforehand. St-Pierre lands a glancing spinning back kick, and they high-five afterwards, suggesting a near low blow. Hughes tries for a clinch, but GSP avoids and they exchange jabs, before St-Pierre attempts an inside left low kick, and his foot slides up the leg and catches Hughes in the groin. McCarthy steps in and calls time, and after a moment they restart…only for St-Pierre to catch him in the groin again with the exact same kick. Hughes goes down like a sack of potatoes this time and the collective fans hold their hearts in their mouths for a moment, before Hughes gets up and looks okay to go. Whew!

GSP works the left jab off the restart, before Hughes blocks a high kick and catches him with an uppercut. St-Pierre comes back with a nice one-two and avoids another clinch, before catching a kick and getting his own takedown to guard! He passes into half-guard and then lands some punches, and as Hughes stands, GSP catches him with a knee to break. They exchange jabs, and then Hughes catches a kick and grabs a bodylock, looking for the trademark slam…but GSP stays on his feet and MUSCLES HUGHES OFF! Crowd pop HUGE as St-Pierre comes forward with a low kick, and then NAILS HUGHES WITH A SUPERMAN PUNCH AND A SHORT LEFT HOOK! Hughes hits the deck HARD and GSP closes in to finish…but the buzzer sounds to end the round! Crowd are going APESHIT now as Hughes looks hurt as he heads to his corner. Bravo calls it GSP, 10-9, and I’d agree, maybe consider a 10-8 even.

Round 2 begins in the same fashion, as GSP works the left jab to open, breaking off an attempt at a clinch. St-Pierre lands a couple of low kicks, and then Hughes lifts his leg over one, so GSP follows through to the back leg and kicks that instead, knocking the champ down! Hughes pops right back up, but eats some more jabs, and then as he leans in, GSP catches him with a BIG LEFT HIGH KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!~! Hughes goes down and GSP POUNCES, closing in with some heavy elbows to finish! NEW CHAMPION!~!

Word. That’s the end of the first round and then the final kick that put Hughes down for good.

Absolutely incredible performance from St-Pierre from start to finish – he dominated Hughes in a way that nobody else has ever come close to doing, which I don’t think even the biggest St-Pierre fans were expecting going in. GSP used his elusive striking style to the best of his ability, never really allowing Hughes to have a target for a takedown, and even when Hughes managed to grab a bodylock, St-Pierre simply used his freakish strength and balance to force his way free. In the striking portions, GSP was just too dynamic and quick for Hughes, who was taken right out of his element from the beginning. Just a flawless performance from GSP and one worthy of defeating arguably the most dominant champion on UFC history. A hell of a main event.

-And we roll the credits and end there.

The Inside Pulse
: UFC 65 is probably second only to UFC 63 in terms of the best shows the company put on in 2006, I’d say. While there were no outright contenders for Fight of the Year on this card, and there were a couple of short, squash-like matches, everything from the second fight onwards is fun for the most part (outside of the slow moments in Sylvia/Monson that is). Even though fights like Irvin/Ramirez and Sakara/McFedries was pretty sloppy, they were still entertaining to watch. On the undercard Diaz, Vera and Stevenson put on very impressive showings, while the main event, while not as competitive as expected, was still pretty incredible to watch simply for the dominance of GSP. For big St-Pierre fans this is a must-see, and for any UFC fans it’s one of the stronger shows you can pick up. Highly recommended.

Coming Soon….

Pride: Total Elimination 2005, Critical Countdown 2005, Final Conflict 2005, and 30.
UFC: 66, 67 and 68.
WEC: 10 and 11.
WFA: 1, 2 and 3.
King of the Cage: 21, 23, 29, 30, 32, 33, 36, 42 and 48.
Best of Shooto 2003 vols. 1 & 2.

Until next time,

Scott Newman: