Heavyweight Division: Current & Soon

This past Saturday across the pond in The O2 Arena was at worst a purposefully over-inflated of importance near dose of nothingness, and at best a tantalizing morsel of an appetizer for what's potentially around the Heavyweight corner. It's all a matter of perception. Lemme see if I might delve into that second thing I said. Because, quite honestly, there's no story in the first thing -- especially since there's been so many stories having been printed in regards to it. "Nobody goes there anymore, it's too crowded." - Yogi Berra.

What I'm speaking to, of course and to be clear, is the IBF Heavyweight crown switching heads between Charles Martin 23-1-1 21KO and Anthony Joshua 16-0-0 16KO via a second round knock-out. I began, hours ago and over a nice Don Fernando offering from Kafie Cigars, to write about how this effects the top of the Division. Spoiler alert: it don't. It just don't. What it doth do is to high-light the deep chasm between said top of the division, and its... well... not top. 'Nuff to the not top. It's done its deed and whet an appetite or two. Or perhaps I will now, with a tandem of not too far-flung dates.

May 21st 2016 - Deontay Wilder 36-0-0 35KO v Alexander Povetkin 30-1-0 22KO
July 9th 2016 - Tyson Fury 25-0-0 18KO v Vladimir Klitchsko 64-4-0 53KO

Exciting, yes. The Ring Magazine top four rated big men in what seems an natural organic gluten-free vegan tourney for a vastly undisputed championship title reign -- except it's all tragically fercockt. Allow me to deviate and first say that Deontay Wilder walking the earth makes Anthony Joshua's calling out of Tyson Fury completely absurd. I shall now digress. Here, have a flourish:

This thing, this nut-free zone nondairy tourney, is supposed to near its conclusion with a Fury/Wilder pre-fight presser for the trash-talking ages which re-grabs the sportsworld's eyes and re-focuses said peepers upon pugilism. And it'd be a decent prizefight to be sure. Mr. Fury all in-ring crazy like a fox, and Mr. Wilder all in-ring crazy like a crazy. Deontay Wilder would have to, and could, get lucky -- but only in I'd say, three outta ten goes. But it'd be for the real Crown and it'd have mouth-watering soundbite build-up.

My wish is that matchmakers had the foresight to simply set that match-up and not do this round-a-bout thing where the 'big fight' is dismantled from without.

To make matters worse here, Mr. Wilder agreed to taking on Mr. Povetkin in Moscow; I'm crying in my schmatta here! Moscow! I can only guess this happened on account of watching Rocky IV a time too many. "He's all wrong for us, baby." - Rocky II, Duke to Apollo Creed. It'll not end overly well for Mr. Wilder. I don't get why Wilder takes this fight at all. His erratic manner of style will have a harsh light shone on it by Povetkin's wound as tight as a golf ball style. A red-headed WBC Champion. Don't that beat all.

Then comes Fury/Klitschko. I cannot fully fathom Dr. Klitschko losing twice in a row to the same man... but he might. Only might. I'd be happy surprised and duly impressed. Lettuce figure the good doctor is victorious. We're left with the belt securely back in its Eastern European slumber. With it's top contender waiting in the wings, looking to force it into further zzzzzzzzz. Waiting in the wings, because we know what happens in a head-to-head bout there.

"Klitschko (61-3, 51 KO) was ready, willing, and able to clinch until the cows came home today. An aggressive-minded Povetkin (26-1, 18 KO) found himself constantly pushed down, leaned on, hugged, and shoved over by a bigger, stronger man, who also could and did rather easily outbox him anyway." - Bad Left Hook

Figure instead, The King of Gyps, Mr. Fury, wins. Deontay has lost -- but fercockt we ain't. What we have is a brash King of the World who has a clear road ahead to a nice length'd reign. I figure young Master Joshua to be three years off, if he is the man to dethrone. Perhaps a more imminent threat would be a not completely un-re-buildable Wilder...

...but what if, just what if, Mr. Wilder lands on Povetkin? Povetkin goes down, that's what. But then too, does Wilder go south against Dr. K. Unless Klitschko has slowed more than thought and gets to bleeding, and the fight is stopped. That is a very narrow path to a Deontay Wilder reign. Simply put, John Kasich doesn't like the odds on Deontay Wilder's campaign.

At the end of the day, simply nothing is as good as Fury/Wilder right outta the gate. Screws to the matchmakers and thanks, Obama. Anything else is considerably more boring, in and out of the squared circle. Never would I have thought I'd thunk this: the top of Heavyweight Division, locked in a tournament-style scenario -- Feh, gentlepersons!

A wild-card here is David Haye... Kidding. Just kidding.