Words aren’t supposed to hurt, but in the world of MMA, they can most definitely lead in that direction.
A heated exchange online between Northern California’s Lee Stunts and Oregon’s Ray Tiffer caught the eye of Four-Ounce Fury’s Promoter, Richie Wild. Within the hour, Wild had contacted each party’s management team, drew up the contracts, and calendared the promotion’s most anticipated main event to date.
It wasn’t so much the content shared on the ListenUp app that garnered Wild’s attention; rather, it was the tidal wave of interaction generated from the fanbases of both fighters. Each comment, ‘like,’ and share was another dollar in the bank.
Four-Ounce Fury 8 went down at an abandoned ice-skating rink in Ashland, Oregon—the ideal midway point for Stunts, representing Humboldt, and Tiffer, from somewhere around Bend.
The first bout of the evening hadn’t even begun, and the show was already sold out—nearly unimaginable on the local circuit. Wild even sold an additional two-hundred “standing room only” tickets, but he had to cut that off—shredding his sensibilities to pieces—and turn away customers with grips of cash when every clear path vanished.
Initially, Wild saw full seats, beers steadily streaming, and a snack bar line that never ended—profit, profit, profit; however, the tension surrounding the main event thickened in the atmosphere, and he was able to see the situation for what it actually was: an understaffed and underpaid security team, alcohol-fueled hostility, and a growing awareness to the crowd’s level of unpredictability.
Before the opening bell sounded, a riot erupted outside of the cage, and Wild didn’t hesitate to escape through the nearest exit. From a safe distance, the captain of Four-Ounce Fury dialed 9-1-1 and watched his ship sink.
Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Ten-Sentence Story Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/02/03/ten-sentence-story-challenge-4/.
Also prompted from Fandango’s Word of the Day Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/02/04/fowc-with-fandango-exchange/.