Overall, it was a great, entertaining card from start to finish.

What a fight! Callum Smith and Joshua Buatsi went to war in a back-and-forth battle, with both men having their moments. In the end, my scorecard read 114-114—a fair result for such a tightly contested fight. A rematch would be more than justified. Hell, why not a trilogy?

Agit Kabayel put in the performance of his career, stopping Zhilei Zhang in the sixth round. Zhang’s power was always a threat, and he even dropped Kabayel in the fifth, but his gas tank emptied fast. His mouth was wide open from exhaustion early, and Kabayel took full advantage, pressing forward and ripping shots to the body. By the sixth, it all caught up to Zhang—he went down and couldn’t beat the count. Huge win for Kabayel!

Vergil Ortiz struggled with Madrimov's movement and style early but began to find his rhythm in the mid rounds. His relentless pressure started to take over, earning him a close 115-113 victory on my card.

Carlos Adames must feel hard done by after that draw. He started slow and seemed frustrated with Sheeraz's style, but from the midway point, Adames began landing solid shots and connecting more. Sheeraz seemed lost in the championship rounds. I had Adames winning 116-112, but at least the draw means he keeps his belt and wasn't robbed.

Josh Padley put up a brave effort on short notice but was overwhelmed in the 9th round. Stevenson dropped him three times in that round, forcing Padley’s corner to throw in the towel.

Parker made quick work of late replacement Bakole, completely dismantling the so-called boogeyman of the division. That massive right hand scrambled Bakole’s senses, and his corner didn’t hesitate to call it off. Although it was a dominant performance, the short notice must be taken into account, and the win should be put into perspective.

Beterbiev vs. Bivol was intense from the start. Bivol boxed and moved superbly early, letting his hands go, while Beterbiev stalked him, cutting off the ring and unloading heavy shots. Beterbiev started closing the gap from round four, and the advantage shifted back and forth, with every round closely contested. I felt Bivol pulled away in the later rounds. In the end, my scorecard read 116-112 Bivol. Bring on the trilogy!