The second round kicked off with a different energy. PDD stood looser now, bouncing on his toes, eyes sharp. Chemasov, by contrast, still looked tense, arms high, chin slightly up, but he was ready to storm.
The moment the bell rang, Chemasov exploded forward.
A sharp level change. He reached for the legs, trying to surprise PDD early.
But PDD was ready.
He sprawled fast, hips heavy, stuffing the takedown and landing a sneaky elbow behind Chemasov's ear as the Russian adjusted.
Jon Goodman: "Whoa! Right out the gate with a shot, Chemasov not wasting time!"
Marvin Duke: "I see you, PDD! That was a clean sprawl and some spicy mustard on that elbow!"
Rich Alvarez: "Yeah, but Chemasov doesn't panic in these scrambles. He's a grinder."
Chemasov clung to the hips, trying to pull PDD toward the cage. He got halfway there before PDD circled off, breaking away with a strong cross-face and reset in the center.
Chemasov nodded at him.
Then he shot again.
