12 Rounds With … Rances Barthelemy
Rances Barthelemy almost seems too good for his own good at times. Silky smooth in the ring with the ability to fight from either stance, the 5-foot-11 Cuban has faced little resistance in the ring in earning world titles at 130 and 135 pounds.
Barthelemy overcomes adversity, outworks Bey to retain 135-pound title
Rances Barthelemy was dropped for the first time in his career in questionable fashion, but he didn’t let that knock him off course against Mickey Bey.
Barthelemy expects experience, talent to carry him past Bey in 135-pound title fight
Rances Barthelemy claims he is more powerful and has faced better competition than Mickey Bey heading into their title fight.
Barthelemy feeling strong heading into 135-pound title defense against Bey
As good as Rances Barthelemy was in winning a world championship at 130 pounds, he might be even better at 135.
Lem’s Corner: Already possessing similarities, Molina and Provodnikov finally to share a ring
John Molina Jr. and Ruslan Provodnikov were born just 53 weeks apart, made their professional debuts seven months apart in 2006 and they live about 25 miles from each other in Southern California.
Rances Barthelemy to make first defense of 135-pound title against ex-champ Mickey Bey on June 3
In his last fight, Rances Barthelemy became a two-time world champion by picking up a vacant 135-pound title. Now the crown's previous owner wants his hardware back.
Rances Barthelemy bloodies Denis Shafikov en route to claiming 135-pound world title
Turns out your girlfriend was lying: Size does matter. At least in the sport of boxing, where it pays to have arms as long as your opponent’s legs, especially when you’re trying to fend off a dude coming at you like a bowling ball destined for a strike.
Rances Barthelemy ready to put his skills to the test in 135-pound title fight against Denis Shafikov
A long piece of masking tape lines the floor, smudged in places from errant feet producing errant fists. You don’t want to step on the thing, and Rances Barthelemy never does, his shoes crisscrossing the partition without ever touching it. Back and forth his feet go, and where they land, his punches follow, fired in the direction his toes are pointed. This is the symmetry of knocking dudes stiff.
