Let us tear ourselves just outside the top: Canelo, Haney and Garcia were milking Dry boxing fans, and it is time for someone to call this circus.
Canelo dragged his act in Saudi Arabia to fight in front of what? A sea of empty seats and oil princes that are bored by scrolling their phones. Not a song, not a roar, not even a drunk boy in the crowd, screaming abuse – just dead air and VIP zombies. Canelo should have broken the heads in Vegas or pack a stadium in Mexico where people really care. Instead, we obtained this snoozefest too expensive in a desert full of people who could not name a punch if he hit them in the face.
Then there are Times Square – where fans were practically slap Watch Devin Haney Shadowbox for twelve rounds, while Ryan Garcia – King selfie of Boxing – floated around throwing punches as if he was trying not to break a nail. And let’s not forget the father of Devin Haney on the sidelines, losing his head, acting as if his son made a boxing masterpiece, smiling and barking as if he were the godfather of a technical revolution, while the fans were in a group nap.
And William Scull? What a joke. He spent twelve rounds racing laps As if he were in a funny charity race, not a world title fight. No fire, no grain, no intention to make a war. He just presented himself to survive, take his check and leave with his intact teeth. It was not a challenger – it was a heavy moving bag with a passport. Embarrassing.
I’ll tell you directly – I would take the Drunk, pint of pint, Eddie Hearn – Insultant, chaos soaked in beer of a real box of boxing Above the Saudi snoozefest with deadly eyes any day of the week.
Give me the Lot – The guys screaming on nonsense, fighting in the alleys on whom dodges who, overthrowing drinks everywhere on the seats, shouting “F— Dazn!” And “Oi Eddie, you ruin sport!” Until the security increases the shoulders and lets it play. It’s boxing. It is the heart rate.
Yeah, I made a leap from the Tottenham atmosphere last week – all budding budding budding budding in the hall, thinking that they are a victory of a title, mixed with installers spinning at the edge of the ring. But what do you know? I was wrong. I would take Tottenham any day on Arabia – Just spare me prostitutes with bare feet stagging through vomiting outside after the fighting. At least inside, it’s alive.
I’m going to take ten edgy hooligans swinging on each other on beer that a first -saoudie row filled with influencers who are too busy live their sushi trays to notice that someone is struck in the face. This crowd of vegas during the war of Inoue? This is what sport wanted to feel – violent, messy, alive.
Boxing has never been supposed to be clean or silent – it had to be a storm. And this evening of Vegas has shown how these oil cards have died.
Enter Naoye Inoue: Saving Damn Soul of Boxing and dragging it from his coma
Inoue (30-0, 27 kos) did not show up to win, he came to make war. Yeah, he was cracked and fell in the second round by Cardenas (26-2, 14 KB) – And you know what he did? Souria, dusted and transformed the ring into a battlefield.
By five and six laps, Inoue was shredding Cardenas with nasty meters, cutting the body, dividing the guard like a surgeon. Seven rounds? Cardenas came out while swinging, desperate to turn the script – Inoue calmly exploded it with a right hand and folded it like a lawn chair. Eight round? Just the finish – pure and cold violence until the referee had to drag Cardenas.
Inoue summed it up beautifully: “I like to fight myself … I stayed calm and I got together.” He is a real fighter – no influencer stuffed animals, no security first of security, no race.
UNDERCARD:
Rafael Espinoza Beaten Edward Vazquez in seven, all gas, no brakes.
Rohan Polanco Dominated Fabian Maidana, even leaving him late for additional punctuation.
Emiliano Vargas Soufflé Juan Leon in two towers – Savage.
Mikito Nakano Smaking Pedro Marquez downwards five times before the referee pulls the cap.
Art Barra Jr. chopped Juan Carlos Guerra Jr. with brutal precision.
Aleem Raeese Played with Rudy Garcia on ten easy laps.
Vegas roars like a real combat city. Saudi? You could hear a pin fall between yawns.
So here is the question: why devil we are still pretending to be the sleepwalks of Canelo, the masterclasses of Tap-And of Haney, the Garcia influence parades and the Saudi corpse crowds are the future of boxing-when Inoue has just worked towards Vegas and gave us blood, chaos, and violence this sport was built? Wake up. This is what the real fights look like.
Last update on 05/05/2025
