The Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino in Hollywood, Florida, isn’t new to high stakes.
But on Thursday, August 21, 2025, it becomes the pressure cooker where two unbeaten bantamweights put everything on the line. Someone’s “0” is about to go, and it won’t be pretty.
Meredith: The wrestler who refuses to be broken
Bryce “Misfit” Meredith doesn’t come in half-built. He’s a three-time NCAA Division I All-American, a two-time NCAA finalist, and now an undefeated MMA fighter at 7–0. His style is pressure, suffocation, and pain. He calls it “bully style.” His squeeze ends nights.
Meredith’s evolution is what makes him dangerous. He isn’t just a wrestler anymore — he’s sharpening the jab, building a power game, and choking people unconscious when the fight hits the floor. John MaCalolooy didn’t last a round last time out. Meredith is past the prospect stage — he’s here to prove he’s the division’s problem.
“You can’t be one-dimensional anymore. Everyone is too good,” Meredith says. But when it comes down to it, he’s still the guy who drags opponents into deep water and decides when they drown.
Dayron: The compact killer
Across the cage, Lazaro “The Hunter” Dayron is 5’5” of pressure cooker violence. Eight fights, eight wins. Nearly 40% of them ended in knockouts, the rest in grind-it-out wars that prove he won’t crack when the fight gets ugly. Training at Team Bodyshop MMA, Dayron has been molded into exactly what his nickname promises — a man who hunts.
At 33, Dayron isn’t dazzled by hype or polls. He’s been grinding long enough to know that hype dies when the first fist lands. His team still calls him undefeated “in spirit,” refusing to acknowledge the one draw on his record. He carries himself like a man who’s never been beaten — because in his eyes, he hasn’t.
Pressure vs Power
The collision is simple: Meredith’s relentless wrestling and suffocating control against Dayron’s compact power and counterpunch danger. Analysts lean toward Meredith. The pickers and algorithms follow suit. But cages don’t care about spreadsheets.
“Fighting is chaotic,” Meredith admits. “Weird shit happens. You put a guy against the wall, he’ll do anything not to die.”
Dayron is that kind of fighter — short, sharp, and unafraid to swing out of the pocket. If Meredith’s entries aren’t clean, a counter shot could end the night in seconds. If Dayron can’t find that window, Meredith’s grind turns into quicksand.
What’s on the line
The winner leaves Florida with his unbeaten record intact and a stranglehold on the next wave of PFL’s bantamweight division. The loser leaves without the shield of perfection — just another man who couldn’t keep pace when it mattered most.
This isn’t about points. It’s not about numbers. It’s about two men stepping into a cage and finding out who cracks first.
Final word
Bryce Meredith calls himself “the baddest man on the planet.” Lazaro Dayron calls himself “The Hunter.” On August 21, Hollywood, Florida, strips the bullshit away. One walks out unbeaten. The other walks out exposed
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