The 37-year-old Provodnikov (25-5, 18 KO) went from unknown to widely beloved thanks to a phenomenal 2013 war against Tim Bradley and subsequent mauling of Mike Alvarado for the WBO belt. He would alternate losses and wins for the remainder of his career, ultimately hanging up the gloves after a poor performance against the aforementioned Molina.
Bagautinov (21-7 MMA, 2-0 Boxing) won his first three UFC bouts to earn a crack at 125-pound champion Demetrious Johnson, who rather thoroughly outclassed Bagautinov en route to a one-sided decision win. He would lose three of his next four before re-establishing himself on the Russian circuit, putting together a 7-1 run whose only blemish was a controversial decision against current UFC competitor Zhalgas Zhumagulov. He remains one of the better 125-pounders in the sport at age 36 and has dabbled in the sweet science, including a four-round decision win in November.
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Expect a lot of talk from fight fans throughout the summer about the upcoming August battle between the legendary Manny Pacquiao and the young lion, Errol Spence. Many expect Spence to walk away with the win by virtue of his size, youth, and laudable talent. Pacquiao, however, has his believers. Indeed, few, if any, feel the Filipino Senator doesn’t stand any chance at all. Pacquiao has simply proven himself an enemy of father time too many times before. One person with unique insight into the impending match is the only man to have fought both men in the ring.
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It’s 3:30 a.m in Beryozovo, western Siberia, and a lone figure pounds footprints into the deep, unblemished snow.
The syncopated rhythm of his boots echoes only through his body, as the vast open road ahead of him widens to display its beautiful landscape. It’s minus-30 degrees celsius and every deep breath is conditioned by frozen daggers attacking the back of his throat, longing for warmth that a mythical finish line would bring. Specs of frost sit atop his eyelashes adding an icy border to his gaze, yet nothing can stop the steely-eyed local from completing his six miles.