Long before he became a champion, Jermall Charlo was mentored by plenty of them
He was a little boy among big men, just 8 years old, eyes as wide as a tomato can’s punches.
Worth the weight: Onetime 147-pound titleholder Jan Zaveck finds success in 154-pound division
For more than a decade, Jan Zaveck maintained the fitness discipline of a supermodel, his weight fluctuating no more than 1½ pounds for 35 of his first 36 professional fights.
While enjoying his new role as a father, Errol Spence Jr. continues pursuit of first world title
Normally, when Errol Spence Jr. has downtime in camp, you can find him blasting away on the latest hotshot video game. And that still holds true as he prepares to take on Alejandro Barrera on Saturday at The Bomb Factory in Dallas (NBC, 3 p.m. ET/noon PT).
Why ‘American Dream’ Erislandy Lara is such a nightmare to fight
At some point, a move to 160 pounds might be in the cards for Erislandy Lara. Could even be as soon as next year. And if the 154-pound champ does step up in weight, there’s a fighter in that division that has a reputation—as Lara does—for having slightly reluctant opposition.
Hard-hitting Wilky Campfort proves you shouldn’t judge a fighter by his nickname
Wilky Campfort’s “Silky” nickname hints at a fighting style that’s more stick-and-move than thunder-and-lightning. His sinister ring mantra suggests otherwise.
Boys to men: Jermall Charlo and Errol Spence Jr. came up together in the amateurs, now they’re headlining on the same card
Soon, they’ll share the spotlight, having already done the same with their dreams.
Friday night fisticuffs don't fail to fascinate
Pop quiz time: What were there more of on Friday night’s Spike TV Premier Boxing Champions broadcast from Biloxi, Mississippi: Rounds of boxing, knockdowns or fur boots abandoned mid-fight?
Julian Williams studies the old masters to hone fundamentals
Julian Williams stands in front of Luciano Cuello, his feet placed slightly wider than his shoulders, almost imperceptibly bent forward at the waist. When he moves in and out, his feet barely come off the canvas as he glides toward and away from his opponent. It’s like watching Michael Jackson in a dance-off with Frankenstein.
