Jermell Charlo wants to bring Houston to boxing big time
When Jermell Charlo takes on Joachim Alcine on Halloween night at NRG Arena, it will be only his second time headlining a card—and the first time he’s done so in his hometown of Houston.
Shoulder surgery forces Artur Beterbiev to pull out of scheduled title eliminator bout
Artur Beterbiev knows a little something about putting a sudden stop to things, having dispensed of all nine of his professional opponents by knockout. Unfortunately, the undefeated Canadian-based Russian slugger now knows what it feels like to be unable to finish what you start.
Motivated by family, 44-year-old heavyweight Tony Thompson ignores Father Time and gamely fights on
Tony Thompson doesn’t mince words concerning the abuse his aging 6-foot-5 body has taken after 45 bouts and nearly 16 years in the heavyweight division.
Knockout artist Tony Harrison learning to balance power and poise
Punching power is the athletic equivalent of an open bar: It’s totally, totally awesome, but if you get carried away with it, you could wake up naked in a field, searching for your pants and the nearest burrito dispensary.
Fight like a champion: Connections with two all-time greats helping shape Lydell Rhodes’ career
Despite being undefeated through 24 fights, Lydell Rhodes doesn’t yet know what it feels like to be called a champion. But he certainly knows what it feels like to work in close proximity to one.
As he prepares for unbeaten Fredrick Lawson, 147-pound contender Kevin Bizier knows the future is now
Kevin Bizier’s next fight may not only be his most difficult, but if his trainer is to be believed, it probably will define the rest of his career.
Jermell Charlo changes up on trainer, training as he prepares for Joachim Alcine
If he was 300 miles to the north, Jermell Charlo could be riding in the Tour de France.
After suffering his first loss, 154-pound prospect Tony Harrison intent on making it his last
On a Saturday night in July, one second wiped out the 1,500 or so that preceded it. All it took was a well-placed right hand, a fist that doubled as an eraser, which didn’t stop time so much as negate it, cleaning the slate in a flash of leather.
