The fighters meet in the middle of the ring, briefly sizing each other up in their tighty whities. With advantages measured, Chase’s size against Dakota’s tenacity and experience, there isn’t much time wasted on preamble and trash talk. Chase takes early advantage handling business against the ropes but a pin attempt this early gets a quick reversal and Chase finds himself flailing in a headscissor, smoothly transitioning to a facesit smother with extra gut punches. Wedgies and spanking are traded frequently between the grapplers’ twisting and rolling as if the goal is to become one contorted entity in the middle of the mat. It’s a back and forth exchange of reversals until the underlying chemistry builds and finally brings one man to the mistake of some preemptive gloating, and he’s left a limp mess in the ring.