The fight was for the CFC middleweight title with Hector Lombard defending.
The Fight[]
The first round began. Doerksen landed an inside kick eating a right hook. Lombard stuffed a double and ate a knee to the body. Four thirty-five as Lombard missed a high kick. Doerksen landed an inside kick. Lombard landed a left uppercut. Doerksen landed a body kick. Four fifteen as Lombard landed a straight left. Doerksen landed an inside kick. Four minutes. Doerksen landed a left hook. Lombard landed a short left hook of his own. Lombard landed a nice right hook. Three thirty-five. This is such a good fight already. They clinched, Lombard got a nice trip into half-guard. Three fifteen left. Lombard was working to pass. Three minutes. "Work the body!" Lombard is freakishly powerful. Two thirty-five as the ref stood them up. Doerksen landed a leg kick, ate a straight left and Lombard dropped him with a right hook. Lombard landed a right and a pair of lefts. He landed a big pair of left elbows. Doerksen was opened up. Two minutes as blood flowed freely from Doerksen's skull. One thirty-five. "Don't let him posture up." Doerksen was getting stacked in a pool of blood. Lombard landed a short pair of left elbows. One fifteen. Lombard had Doerksen pinned in the corner. Lombard landed four vicious left elbows. One minute. The crod was loving this. Doerksen was drenched in blood. Lombard stood and let Doerksen up. The ref called a time out. Blood was absolutely everywhere. It was a crimson nightmare. It was messy. I feel a bit woozy. This is god-damn nasty. The doctor called an end, saying "I can see the bone." The crowd booed. Lombard calmly leaped onto the fence holding one finger up and then hugged Doerksen.