This securing the Russian fighting outta Montreal the IBF Light-Heavyweight strap, his first bit of big-time professional-gold. The fight was slated to first be an elimination match for a mandatory challenge of then title-holder one Mr. Andre Ward. Since booking, A.Ward's retirement up-graded these festivities to that of up-for-grabs vacant championship bout. Not only was A.Beterbiev convincingly victorious here but too kept intact his KO streak over the pitter-pattering German. Employed in this effort was his punching-power which many feel ranks at the pound-for-pound tops in all pugilism.
This is to say that E.Koelling was out-gunned. Dominated. Convincingly. Just to tell ya gentlepersons again what I've already told ya as any good writer should do. The 32-year-old Beterbiev was long a foregone conclusion to capture a crown, having won more than 300 amateur fights and representing Russia twicely in the Olympic Games. The road to this eventuality was a tick or two longer than perchance expected upon its onset, as losing a year to shoulder-surgery and another to a dispute with promoter Yvon Michel (which remains in litigation) stepped the Russnadian slugger back-some on his odyssey.
This time-off and Koelling's stead-fast refusal to step outside of seemingly and understandable fearful survival mode, are really the only reasons I can see that the bout nigh saw the score-cards, of-which Beterbiev pitched a perfect game. Nevertheless, the blood-thirsty crowd booed through much of the hesitant and mismatched affair. It was no bit of an "exposure" nor Asian-American in the armor of Artur. He played the role of aggressor throughout -- controlling pace, distance and other things that whenst written appear to make the writer seem knowledgeable. In keeping with that, he also showed excellent ring-awareness cutting-off thereof, always keeping Koelling's back on the ropes. Or maybe Koelling put himself there.
With the 27-year-old trapped there, for whatever the reason and no-matter who's to blame, Beterbiev showed a quick and powerful jab as well as a primo penchant for working the Sauerkraut-basket of his adversary. In answer to this, Koelling offered an occasional cautious jab featuring a none-too high ratio of landings. The harumphing audience edged toward their seats' edges in the 11th-frame whenst Beterbiev split Koelling's guard via upper-cut and rocked him with a thunderous right, hard as a Russian night is cold. Yet ultimately not fulfilling as a plate of Poutine, as Koelling found relative safety by picking up the pace of and widened the path of, his bicycling...
Till the next and final round. Again employing his upper-cut as a guard-splitter, Beterbiev picked up his pace to out-pace the pace of Koelling. The German took a knee from a barrage, and when the fight commenced the Russnadian was all over his opponent like schtick on Yakov Smirnoff. With a heavy right-hand, he canvass'd him once again and Ref. Lou Moret waved it all off with some thirty-seconds remaining.
With that, Koelling's seven-bout winning streak concluded as he stated afterward and in awe that Beterbiev's power is as real as... as... I think I'll spare you fine gentlepersons another analogy. I will say this: if you're looking for some stiffer competition for the guy, ya might have to keep looking. Sullivan Barrera balked then walked on an offer to fight Beterbiev in his own Miami back-yard and really -- Koelling was the best of the somewhat willing opposition. Methinks that popular demand sees to a Sergey Kovalev show-down after Krusher does away with Vyacheslav Shabranskyy. That might just see Kovalev following Ward off into his much more timely sunset.
Now if you'd kindly excuse me as I take my leave, I gotta try-again to figure out if this is sweatshirt weather or sweatshirt+hoodie weather which I am currently and miserably experiencing on this lovely Oregonian day.
This is to say that E.Koelling was out-gunned. Dominated. Convincingly. Just to tell ya gentlepersons again what I've already told ya as any good writer should do. The 32-year-old Beterbiev was long a foregone conclusion to capture a crown, having won more than 300 amateur fights and representing Russia twicely in the Olympic Games. The road to this eventuality was a tick or two longer than perchance expected upon its onset, as losing a year to shoulder-surgery and another to a dispute with promoter Yvon Michel (which remains in litigation) stepped the Russnadian slugger back-some on his odyssey.
This time-off and Koelling's stead-fast refusal to step outside of seemingly and understandable fearful survival mode, are really the only reasons I can see that the bout nigh saw the score-cards, of-which Beterbiev pitched a perfect game. Nevertheless, the blood-thirsty crowd booed through much of the hesitant and mismatched affair. It was no bit of an "exposure" nor Asian-American in the armor of Artur. He played the role of aggressor throughout -- controlling pace, distance and other things that whenst written appear to make the writer seem knowledgeable. In keeping with that, he also showed excellent ring-awareness cutting-off thereof, always keeping Koelling's back on the ropes. Or maybe Koelling put himself there.
With the 27-year-old trapped there, for whatever the reason and no-matter who's to blame, Beterbiev showed a quick and powerful jab as well as a primo penchant for working the Sauerkraut-basket of his adversary. In answer to this, Koelling offered an occasional cautious jab featuring a none-too high ratio of landings. The harumphing audience edged toward their seats' edges in the 11th-frame whenst Beterbiev split Koelling's guard via upper-cut and rocked him with a thunderous right, hard as a Russian night is cold. Yet ultimately not fulfilling as a plate of Poutine, as Koelling found relative safety by picking up the pace of and widened the path of, his bicycling...
Till the next and final round. Again employing his upper-cut as a guard-splitter, Beterbiev picked up his pace to out-pace the pace of Koelling. The German took a knee from a barrage, and when the fight commenced the Russnadian was all over his opponent like schtick on Yakov Smirnoff. With a heavy right-hand, he canvass'd him once again and Ref. Lou Moret waved it all off with some thirty-seconds remaining.
With that, Koelling's seven-bout winning streak concluded as he stated afterward and in awe that Beterbiev's power is as real as... as... I think I'll spare you fine gentlepersons another analogy. I will say this: if you're looking for some stiffer competition for the guy, ya might have to keep looking. Sullivan Barrera balked then walked on an offer to fight Beterbiev in his own Miami back-yard and really -- Koelling was the best of the somewhat willing opposition. Methinks that popular demand sees to a Sergey Kovalev show-down after Krusher does away with Vyacheslav Shabranskyy. That might just see Kovalev following Ward off into his much more timely sunset.
Now if you'd kindly excuse me as I take my leave, I gotta try-again to figure out if this is sweatshirt weather or sweatshirt+hoodie weather which I am currently and miserably experiencing on this lovely Oregonian day.