Where to Watch UFC 300: Pereira vs. Hill: Title Card, Start Time and How Much it Costs - IGN (2024)

Don’t miss what some have called the best fight card in the history of the sport, this Saturday, April 13, with the early prelims kicking off at 3 p.m. ET, followed by the prelims at 6 p.m. ET and the main card at 10 p.m. ET. At UFC 300 this weekend, two epic title fights are going down. There is also a BMF belt on the line, and a slew of former champions will lock horns over top contender status, each one eager to get their hands on gold again. And as always, the event is available for streaming exclusively on ESPN+. If you still need to sign up for ESPN+, you can take advantage of its current offer for a for a 1-year subscription and this weekend’s PPV for only $134.98.

How to Watch UFC 300: Pereira vs. Hill

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UFC 300: Full Event Details

Alex Pereira will clash with Jamahal Hill in the main event, with the light heavyweight title on the line, in what promises to be a showcase of ultra-elite striking. In the co-main event, strawweight champ Zhang Weili will defend her title against Yan Xiaonan, followed by a fight between Justin Gaethje and Max Holloway, two of the most prolific strikers to ever wear (blood-soaked) four-ounce gloves.

The event also features a two-time Olympic gold medalist making her UFC debut, and a three-time national champion in college wrestling who looks to extend his perfect streak of first-round finishes. From the opening fight between two former champions, to the final bout between two light heavyweight powerhouses, this ridiculously stacked card is full of singular fighters matched up at razor-thin odds.

Here is the full list of fights on Saturday (the matches are subject to change):

UFC 300 FIGHT CARD

• Alex Pereira vs. Jamahal Hill (Light Heavyweight Title Bout)
• Zhang Weili vs. Yan Xiaonan (Strawweight Title Bout)
• Justin Gaethje vs. Max Holloway (Lightweight Bout)
• Charles Oliveira vs. Arman Tsarukyan (Lightweight Bout)
• Bo Nickal vs. Cody Brundage (Middleweight Bout)
• Jiří Procházka vs. Aleksandar Rakić (Light Heavyweight Bout)
• Holly Holm vs. Kayla Harrison (Bantamweight Bout)
• Sodiq Yusuff vs. Diego Lopes (Featherweight Bout)
• Jalin Turner vs. Renato Moicano (Lightweight Bout)
• Jéssica Andrade vs. Marina Rodriguez (Strawweight Bout)
• Bobby Green vs. Jim Miller (Lightweight Bout)
• Deiveson Figueiredo vs. Cody Garbrandt (Bantamweight Bout)

Check out the list of upcoming UFC fights in 2024 to see what's next.

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Annnnnnnd Nowwwww.....How to Watch UFC 300

UFC 300 is a card for the ages, packed with champions, ex-champions, and record holders of every stripe. On the main card, we have Charles Oliveira who is a certified living legend, holding records for most submission wins, most finishes, and most performance bonuses in UFC history. He takes on the surging Arman Tsarukyan, who utterly demolished Beneil Dariush in a little over a minute in his most recent bout. Even on the prelims, the quality is through the roof, where the gritty and graying but still seriously dangerous Jim “F*cking” Miller tests Bobby “King” Green.

I’m wishing, along with no small number of MMA podcasters and aficionados, that Bruce Buffer will break his no-cursing rule and announce Miller’s full name when the time comes. (As of this writing, the petition for this cause on change.org has over 1,000 signatures). If Buffer does so, it just might set a decibel record for T-Mobile Arena, which is pretty much the only record left that the UFC hasn’t broken. Miller holds the records for most UFC fights and most UFC wins, having fought in the Octagon for the first time back when George W. Bush was President. No matter what happens on Saturday, though, Miller has achieved one milestone that will never be repeated, as he is the only fighter to appear at UFC 100, UFC 200, and UFC 300.

The main card kicks off with phenomenal prospect Bo Nickal, in his first fight against a battle-tested UFC fighter in Cody Brundage. Even when Bo Nickal’s fights are short, and they have all been short up to this point, he shows us something memorable, whether in wrestling or striking, or both. The co-main event features Zhang Weili, whose ferocity defies description, with Joe Rogan famously settling on “marauder” as the best word to describe her blazing entries and rapid-fire combinations.

For me, the word "mercenary" comes to mind. No matter what you call her, prepare to be impressed as she puts her title on the line against Yan Xiaonan, a lethal striker with eight first-round knockouts to her credit, as well as wins over division staples and former champions, from Mackenzie Dern to Jéssica Andrade. At the heart of the main card (the third fight out of five) is a unique matchup between two elite warriors in their respective divisions: Max “Blessed” Holloway and Justin “The Highlight” Gaethje.

Max Holloway, truly a striker extraordinaire. Some see him as more of a volume puncher, probably because he’s landed more strikes than any other fighter in UFC history. And in his Man on Fire-level performance against Calvin Kattar, Max landed more strikes in a single fight than were landed in any other fight [*cue Christopher Walken saying “Holloway’s art is death......he’s about to paint his masterpiece”]. Allow me to be more clear. Max alone landed more strikes in that fight than were landed in any other fight in UFC history, even when you combine the strike counts of both fighters.

But there was plenty of power in those punches, and so that night didn’t show Max to be purely a volume striker, so much as it proved that Calvin “The Boston Finisher” Kattar is one tough bastard. Since that fight, Max has continued to impress, losing only to Alexander “The Great” Volkanovski, while otherwise dispatching Yair Rodriguez, Arnold Allen, and The Korean Zombie. Somewhere in there, he became one of only three fighters who have over 7 hours of Octagon time.

But Max has perhaps his toughest challenge ahead of him. He’s going up a weight class to fight a man more violent than a scene from Road House (the original, of course). Justin “The Highlight” Gaethje is a fighter forged in the twin crucible of summer work in an Arizona copper mine and Division 1 collegiate wrestling. Now he trains in legendary striking coach Trevor Wittman’s laboratory of violence, frequented in recent years by the likes of former world champions Kamaru Usman and “Thug” Rose Namajunas. Under Wittman’s guidance, Gaethje has become more precise, measured, and strategic, all without diminishing his well-deserved reputation as a punisher.

A former interim champ, Gaethje now holds the BMF title, which is sort of the NFT of championship belts—sure, it’s completely made up, but so is all money, whether in the form of paper bills, metal coins, or numbers stored on a bank’s hard drives. In any case, the value of the BMF title has shot up like Bitcoin as of late, especially since the lightweight division has so many one-of-a-kind fighters, so many future Hall of Famers that it actually seems a bit more fitting to have another belt available for the taking. Of course, contract killers like Max and Justin will forget about all of these politics and speculations once the cage door closes, and focus solely on the bloody task at hand.

There is a very real possibility that the combined skill and experience of these two fighters will produce a flow state in both of them simultaneously. Long known in sportstalk as “The Zone,” neither man is a stranger to this realm of rapid reflexes, of slowed-down time, of effortless precision. Max spent twenty-plus minutes there against Kattar, and Justin took a trip through this land of the fight gods against Tony Ferguson—two of the reddest fights on record. If this happens, fans would do well to not take a bathroom break, not blink, and maybe not even talk. Just appreciate the artistry and devastation, and remember to breathe.

Since his loss to Max, Calvin Kattar went on to score an impressive win against a streaking Giga Chikadze, but is now on a two-fight skid. There is no doubt that he’s dangerous, that his boxing is sharp and he’s durable. The question will be whether he underestimates the striking of Aljamain Sterling on Saturday, which can be very effective when he’s following the game plan, and which is always enhanced by the fact that the takedown is such a threat. It’s akin to the way that Khabib Nurmagamedov’s lights-out wrestling and grappling opened doors for his striking, as his opponents could never settle into a rhythm, constantly readying themselves to sprawl or throw in a whizzer or otherwise defend against a shot.

But of course, the inevitable always occurred, and the fight then resembled one of those old movies where a giant squid wraps its tentacles against some hapless ship, and drags its wide-eyed crew down to the cold dark deeps. Aljo is not quite that level of primordial monster, but he certainly qualifies as a nightmare on the ground, and has definitely earned his second alias as “the human backpack.” If Kattar finds himself on the ground, even once, with Aljo on his back, it’s hard to imagine the fight ending in anything other than a rear naked choke or a lopsided decision.

And yet, this is the fight game. Where anything can happen. Where all the training and drills and ascetic discipline can be undone in an instant. It’s a painful poetry, but it’s also why we watch. When it all comes together, the victorious fighter reminds us that it is still possible to actually create your own destiny, that you can hold a vision in your mind and build up brick-by-brick a tower of accomplishment so high it scrapes the stars. But that same tower can also be leveled by a storm spinning toward you from across the Octagon. The old timers have sayings that capture the capriciousness of the fight gods, that you can lose because simply because you dipped, once, to the right instead of to the left, that you “zigged when you should have zagged.”

Or sometimes, a fighter didn’t make any mistakes, except the mistake of not being an actual god, the mistake of being mortal and thus subject to aging, nagging injuries, the deterioration of one’s chin like a defaced Roman statue. In some ways, such losses are more profound for us who watch, because they expose the limits of the power we have to shape our destiny. As Israel Adesanya is known to say in such cases, as he kicks back on the couch in a reaction video: “Father Time is undefeated.”

UFC 300 is a monumental night in the history of this sport. The promotional content is abundant, and wide-ranging in its tone, from the intensely personal profiles of fighters like two-time Olympic Gold medalist Kayla Harrison, to myth-making visual effects, such as the undeniably cool closeup of Jamahal Hill baring his diamond-dotted grills, as the neon lights of the Sin City-scape streak past his olive green Corvette. If you’ve been a UFC fan for any amount of time, you know that the internet has been, at times, rife with all kinds of misleading content about upcoming fights.

You think you’ve clicked on a UFC Free Fight, but instead it’s a recorded sequence from a UFC match played on Xbox. Or perhaps someone went a step further and edited together actual images and clips to make it seem like two legendary fighters are facing off, two fighters that, in fact, never fought. After a while, thumbnails for these clips stop sparking even that momentary excitement, and you learn to speed-read through the column of them, and you can see, without even really looking, the tells of a knockoff. It’s an instance where verified accounts truly matter, and seeing the UFC account attached to a link means that it actually is the replay of the fight that it promises to be.

But just as high-fashion houses like Gucci have taken to hiring the graffiti artists who once bootlegged their logos on beach bags and bedsheets, the UFC refuses to be outdone by the amateur photoshoppers, video collagists, and generative AI hobbyists. In an official UFC 300 promo, there are well-crafted, though more or less expected, slow-mo shots of unforgettable finishes by fighters on the main card. But there are also moments that make UFC 300 an event that is truly of this moment.

And by this moment, I mean, the future. In a series of “what if” face-offs, fight footage is seamlessly manipulated to make it seem as if Khabib Nurmagomedov is in the Octagon with Tony Ferguson, as if Sean O’Malley was once set to fight Dominick Cruz for bantamweight GOAT bragging rights, as if Connor McGregor signed up to risk a trip through the hellscape of Georges St. Pierre’s wrestling. In another segment, it seems as if Jorge Masvidal knocked Ben Askren stiff with a flying knee in less than six seconds (oh, wait, that actually happened). In these scenes from fights we wanted to see but somehow never happened, the footage has an ethereal glow, which both makes the editing easier, and suggests that these fighters are already legends, that they have transcended, that as long as these clips exist, they will never die.

One fighter who has not yet reached legendary status, but could take one huge step closer to that realm if he wins in the main event on Saturday, is Jamahal “Sweet Dreams” Hill. Time and time again, fans, analysts, and, most importantly, other fighters, have underestimated the ex-champion. And again and again, the Chicago-born/Grand Rapids-bred fighter has made the Midwest proud, taking out everyone from up-and-comers like Johnny Walker, to vets like OSP and Thiago Santos.

His most eye-opening performance came against Glover Texeira, when Hill wrested the light heavyweight title from the inhumanly tough champion. Glover simply would, not, fall. (I have a feeling that dude will still be standing when he’s dead, and they’ll have to bury his casket vertically). Johnny Walker was not nearly as durable, and when Hill knocked him out, it looked almost cartoonish, like something out of a slapstick comedy, where Charlie Chaplin lands a lucky punch on a giant brute. With all the exaggeration of a bad stage actor, the bully’s legs go stiff, he throws his arms up like he's in church, and his body drops to the canvas like someone doing a trust fall, but without a partner. For Gen Xers, the Walker knockout certainly brings to mind something called “a Nestea Plunge.”

Hill aims to take the belt from Alex Pereira, a double champ whose UFC career came on the heels of an unprecedented run of success in professional kickboxing. Hill is coming back from a torn achilles, and so this fight carries an additional layer of unpredictability. What is certain is that Pereira, whose nickname Poatan means “stone hands,” can knock anyone out with his left hand. Anyone, in any weight class, including heavyweight, caught by even a check left hook by Pereira, and the announcers might soon be calling out “Timmmmmmberrrrr!” When Pereira drops someone, a thousand prayers go up in hopes that the ref jumps in before a follow-up hammer fist comes thundering down and throws the future of the guy’s fight career into question. Pereira’s power is extremely real, but Hill claims that the champ has never faced the highest level of competition in the weight class. Hill claims that he is the best striker in the UFC, and promises to prove it in the Octagon when the time comes.

By Sunday morning, all the echoes of every line of trash talk, every scream of victory, every hoarse chant of corner advice, will all have settled into silence, and the fight records of these 26 mixed martial artists will tell the story. But before then, on Saturday night, 13 matches will propel some toward superstardom and undertow others toward retirement.

The odds are very good that someone will tilt the table of destiny so aggressively that we can never see that fighter, nor their opponent, the same way ever again. One or two may even change the way we see the sport, expanding our sense of what is possible in the art of combat. This is what it means to see the evolution of human athleticism in real-time. In nature, evolution occurs over thousands, or millions of years. In the Octagon, evolution can occur in an instant, like a crackling flash of electricity across static floating in the air. How many of those moments will this amazing card give us? Only one way to find out—tune in live to watch the storm.