Season Four, Episode Five. You've survived four rounds of me breaking your spirit and somehow, you still want more.
The Science Recovery. Anonymous examines one of the most perplexing phenomena in Unsanctioned Cage Combat: the astonishing recovery rates of UCC's elite female competitors.
Post-Event Results. The Boss walks to the table, sits down, and thanks the passionate fans of Amsterdam, Netherlands.
The Final Verdict - The Fight Dove Cameron vs Laura Marano. That's confidence... or pure arrogance.
Academy Museum of Motion Pictures. The fifth annual gala of the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures was a dazzling celebration of cinema's enduring legacy and creative future.
South of the Border Mexico City got messy. Death By Bikini showed up soaking wet (figuratively and literally), ready to make trouble.
Bruises, Babes & Broken Bones. Nineteen wild women hit Mexico City, Amped rolled in loud, rough, and gritty. Ten scored wins, nine hit the mat, But nobody left without swinging a bat.
The Swami's Mexico City Results. Childhood vacations in Cancun, wild bachelor parties in Tijuana, and now the electric atmosphere of the UCC.
Season Four, Episode Six. If you're still here, that means you've got something I haven't crushed yet - pride, hope, or maybe just delusion. Either way, welcome back.
Victory in Mexico City! After three losses in a row - three heavy, painful, heartbreaking losses - I finally did it.
Amsterdam Victory (Late Night Thoughts). I still feel the heat from Mexico on my skin. My heart is still thumping from that final bell. And my hands... they're shaking a little while I type this.
Mexico City Mayhem & Madrid Dreams! Can you believe how fast things are moving? It feels like just yesterday we were stepping into the dojo, and now we're globetrotting with Velvet and Kei! They're like the best big sisters a girl could ask for!
Season Four, Episode Seven. This is the sweet spot. Episode Seven. The air is getting thin, and the water is rising. And speaking of water... last week, we saw some girls drown, and some girls learn to swim.
The Whiskey-Soaked Truth It's three in the goddamn morning. I'm sitting in my study-yeah, the one with the velvet wallpaper and the questionable taxidermy-and the only illumination is a bare bulb and the glow coming off my mirrored aviators.