Before we jump into the world of fight results, I feel compelled to take you back to a time known as 2004. The Passion of the Christ debuted in theaters, surpassing box office sales of Joe Dirt from three years prior. My pet turtle got an eye infection. And MMA events were still given names indistinguishable from those of rollercoasters and novelty Doritos. Case in point: PRIDE 27: Inferno.
I've waxed sentimental about PRIDE more than a few times, and I work through its library on a pretty regular basis, and I maintain that its collapse has left a significant emptiness in the MMA landscape that has yet to be filled.