For weeks, Jay Mitchell ran his mouth, calling out the legend, doubting the man they call Baba Sultan.
The rookie thought he was ready. He thought he could handle the storm. But when the two finally met in that London hotel room, reality hit harder than any takedown.
From the opening lock-up, Baba took control, methodical, unshakable, unstoppable.
Every move was humiliating, every hold a reminder of why Baba’s name carries weight in every circle he steps into.

Jay came in full of talk… but by the end, words didn’t matter. Only dominance did.

Baba Sultan didn’t just win the match, he made a point.
Power speaks louder than pride.