Originally posted by Vinnykin
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I'm really going to enjoy the build-up for this one: Wilder steps off the plane in Russia 2 weeks before the fight and finds no fans there to greet him, everyone is white and he stands out like a sore thumb. He feels like I did when I got off the train in London and thought I was in Pakistan, "I'm the odd one out here"....
The media hype and attention is all on Povetkin and Wilder can't understand what any one is saying apart from his own team, the enormity of the situation dawns on him the closer the fight gets, thoughts of defeat start entering his head more and more with every passing day.
The pre-fight press conference sees a subdued Wilder as no one can understand what he is saying and even his own English is poor, after a short speech his final cry of "BOMB SQUAD!!!" is met with silence by the pro Povetkin crowd and looks of bemusement as to what the **** this guy just shouted.....
The weigh-in arrives and Wilder walks out in front of thousands of Russians waving their country's flag and chanting "Povetkin, Povetkin". He tries to act cool but is not his usual self. At the face-off he tries to intimidate Povetkin but he can't understand him either and meets him with a cold, icy stare. Wilder starts to get even more nervous.....
Fight night is here and Wilder hasn't slept well with all the thoughts going through his head and his uncomfortable surroundings. He is in the changing room feeling nervous and shaking, Povetkin descends to the ring in front of a huge Russian crowd, Wilder can hear the wall of noise reverberating through his changing room, his arsehole tightens....
Wilder makes the slow walk from his changing room, he's bricking himself by this point, he enters the arena and is faced with the biggest crowd he has ever seen and they are all booing him! This will be his final walk and the last time he will ever see a crowd this big at one of his fights.
The fight starts and Povetkin walks straight over to meet him in the centre of the ring, Povetkin lands and the crowd goes wild! Wilders gameplan goes out the window and he loses all composure, swinging and missing wildly while Povetkin chops at his body and lands hooks to his head. He barely makes it out the first round. The second round goes much the same way, Povetkin boxing smartly and Wilder missing and looking like an amateur in there. He stumbles back to his corner after another couple knock-downs. Povetkin really starts to raise the pressure and lands another heavy leaping hook with Wilder off balance and wide open, he misses the count and Povetkin is the new WBC champ. Scenes of jubilation are broadcast around the world while Wilder gets treated on his stool....
After the fight Wilder goes back to his daughter and is now set-up for life, a self made millionaire who has done well through hard work and limited skill. He will be used as an example in boxing circles as someone who can easily build up a huge record of ko's and get a title by fighting weak opposition and be brought up whenever another hype-job comes along with a padded record....
The END...
The media hype and attention is all on Povetkin and Wilder can't understand what any one is saying apart from his own team, the enormity of the situation dawns on him the closer the fight gets, thoughts of defeat start entering his head more and more with every passing day.
The pre-fight press conference sees a subdued Wilder as no one can understand what he is saying and even his own English is poor, after a short speech his final cry of "BOMB SQUAD!!!" is met with silence by the pro Povetkin crowd and looks of bemusement as to what the **** this guy just shouted.....
The weigh-in arrives and Wilder walks out in front of thousands of Russians waving their country's flag and chanting "Povetkin, Povetkin". He tries to act cool but is not his usual self. At the face-off he tries to intimidate Povetkin but he can't understand him either and meets him with a cold, icy stare. Wilder starts to get even more nervous.....
Fight night is here and Wilder hasn't slept well with all the thoughts going through his head and his uncomfortable surroundings. He is in the changing room feeling nervous and shaking, Povetkin descends to the ring in front of a huge Russian crowd, Wilder can hear the wall of noise reverberating through his changing room, his arsehole tightens....
Wilder makes the slow walk from his changing room, he's bricking himself by this point, he enters the arena and is faced with the biggest crowd he has ever seen and they are all booing him! This will be his final walk and the last time he will ever see a crowd this big at one of his fights.
The fight starts and Povetkin walks straight over to meet him in the centre of the ring, Povetkin lands and the crowd goes wild! Wilders gameplan goes out the window and he loses all composure, swinging and missing wildly while Povetkin chops at his body and lands hooks to his head. He barely makes it out the first round. The second round goes much the same way, Povetkin boxing smartly and Wilder missing and looking like an amateur in there. He stumbles back to his corner after another couple knock-downs. Povetkin really starts to raise the pressure and lands another heavy leaping hook with Wilder off balance and wide open, he misses the count and Povetkin is the new WBC champ. Scenes of jubilation are broadcast around the world while Wilder gets treated on his stool....
After the fight Wilder goes back to his daughter and is now set-up for life, a self made millionaire who has done well through hard work and limited skill. He will be used as an example in boxing circles as someone who can easily build up a huge record of ko's and get a title by fighting weak opposition and be brought up whenever another hype-job comes along with a padded record....
The END...
Have you thought of doing it for a living? I was feeling nervous for poor Deontay myself by the time he made it down to the ring!
I don't think it will pan out like that though.
Wilder, with his height, booming voice and extrovert fashion sense, is a walking, talking caricature of what a big, brash, black American HW boxing champ is supposed to look like and sound like.
Think Apollo Creed from the Rocky films, which all the Russian boxing fans will have seen.
The Russians will obviously be supporting their man, but I think they'll take to Wilder and show him respect, even if he wins.
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