A few weeks after the biggest fight of his life, Charles Martin watched a replay of it for the first time. He wasn’t planning on it. Maybe ever.
Victor Ortiz and Andre Berto ready to war some more in highly anticipated rematch of 2011 Fight of the Year
Five years after one of the most scintillating scraps of the decade, a now-classic throwdown that radiated the intensity of a barroom brawl sans the airborne beer bottles and arrest reports, Andre Berto is comparing the man he battled in the 2011 Fight of the Year to a certain winged pest.
“The Wolf” is howling. Go ahead, let him bay, says Sergey Lipinets.
He equates it to Christmas being canceled—you know, if Christmas entailed getting punched in the face (and when the in-laws are over, it just might).
Sergey Lipinets is talking about eating endless elbows and legs, the steady diet of punishment inherent in his past as a professional kickboxer. “Those shots will either make you fall down or become real, real, real tough,” he says. Lipinets isn’t big on the whole falling down thing. So, real, real, real tough he became.
Swollen biceps and chiseled pecs can’t talk, yet they still say plenty. And in boxing, it’s mostly lies that they tell.
His life has been no vacation, and so after 27 years, Leo Santa Cruz is finally getting around to taking one.
It was a vintage look, the Leo Santa Cruz equivalent of bellbottom jeans, ghastly pink leg warmers or some crusty old concert tee that hipsters pay too much for at second-hand shops.