The third round continued with both men showing signs of fatigue, but neither giving ground.
Ivan pushed forward with a clean jab to the center of RRD's face. It snapped the head back and disrupted his guard.
RRD reset his stance and fired back with a low kick that smacked against Ivan's thigh.
The sound echoed under the arena lights. Ivan didn't flinch. He stepped in again and threw a tight right hook to the ribs.
RRD absorbed it and came forward, flicking a jab followed by a short right hand to Ivan's chin. Ivan turned slightly to absorb the impact and circled away.
Jon Goodman spoke up. "This is the kind of round that drains your lungs. Both guys are picking their moments but staying active."
Ivan stepped in with a feint, then fired a left hook to the body. RRD blocked it with his elbow but ate a quick jab to the nose right after. He tried to answer with a short elbow, but Ivan ducked and clinched.
They wrestled against the fence, bodies pressed tight, heads grinding.
