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Matthew

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Character Profile

MATTHEW McCONNELL

Also Known As: "Arsehole"


Hometown: Cork, Ireland

Age: 29


Height: 6'2"

Weight: 235 lbs.


Team: N/A


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Catchphrase: "Piss off." “Go sling your hook, ya gobshite”


Fighter Information


Fighting style: Brawler (Heavy hands, relentless pressure, dirty boxing in the clinch) / Wrestling (Basic grappling to keep the fight standing)


Signature spots:


  • Crippler Crossface

  • Hard closed first to jaw

  • Reverse jawbreaker

  • Swinging DDT

  • Body punches


Finisher: A running clothesline from hell.

Finisher name: The Cork Clothesline 


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Biography

In the unforgiving streets of Cork, Ireland, where survival isn't guaranteed and respect is earned in blood, Matthew learned life's hardest lessons with his fists. School wasn't his classroom—the streets were. When other kids were studying textbooks, Matthew was studying the brutal arithmetic of street fighting, where every punch thrown and taken was another line in his education of violence.


At 16, when most teens were planning their futures, Matthew was already living his—working whatever jobs kept food on the table and fighting whoever dared to test him. It wasn't a local gym or trainer that discovered his talent; it was a fight promoter who witnessed him turn a pub into a proving ground. In the underground circuit, Matthew didn't just fight—he thrived, turning natural ferocity and an inhuman pain threshold into his calling cards.


The transition to legitimate MMA hasn't softened Matthew's edges. He brings the same raw, uncompromising approach to the cage that he brought to street fights. There's nothing fancy about his style—it's all forward pressure, heavy hands, and a willingness to wade through hell to deliver his own brand of punishment. In a sport increasingly dominated by sport science and complex game plans, Matthew remains a throwback to fighting's primitive roots.


The only hint of softness in Matthew's hardened exterior is his unwavering loyalty to William Waters, his childhood best friend. In a world where Matthew trusts his fists more than he trusts people, Waters remains the sole exception—a brother forged not by blood, but by shared struggles and unspoken understanding.


Every time Matthew steps into the cage, he carries with him the rawness of Cork's streets, the lessons learned in underground fights, and the unshakeable mentality that in the end, it's not about who's better trained or more skilled—it's about who's willing to go further, endure more, and sacrifice everything 

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