Recap: Rich Dolarz came nice here, esp. in the 3rd round, delivering his usual aggressive bars, hard (“So you better stop all that brave shit, ‘cuz I’ll show you how sharp a nigga’s blades get, your niggas blood, my homies represent the same shit and they’ll still put a .9 to five, no day shift”) punches, some keen (“Like Jamie Foxx, I don’t stay in a hotel unless its Fancy in it”) wordplay/schemes and even a joke or two. But against a Tech-9 who’d just about reached his peak (that’d come later in the Midwest Miles match) here, Rich really didn’t stand much of a chance. From the stellar jokes to wicked setups, personals galore on Rich’s Popoff squad, punchlines, epic performance (“I do drive-bys, no face, all you see is the arm”) bars and crowd pleasers, hell even a turkey breast sandwich to keep you paying attention, it was all there, 3 rounds of enjoyment that more than proved that it’s not always bars over jokes.
Verdict: Tech-9 (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Tech-9 – “I’m old school like peanut butter on a mouse trap”
