Seth Mitchell and Chris Arreola will be teeing off on each other in a few weeks, and the general consensus online seems to be towards a fairly one-sided victory.
Arreola is (again) motivated with (again) a point to prove. He is what he is. A damn fun to watch heavyweight, with the body of a modern heavyweight.
To the outside viewer who will see these two fighters stood side by side at the weigh-in their could be no doubt as to the winner: Who are you picking? The chiseled Hercules with the freshly buzzed dome, or the chubby guy whose whose nose looks like it must've been broken damn in every single one of his 35 contests? Looks can be deceiving.
Arreola is a fighter by heart, by nature. Mitchell is a hell of an athlete, but there lies the difference.
As one of the burgeoning trend of Heavies who have segued late into boxing via other sporting pursuits, he bears the same massive athletic advantages and the same pugilistic deficiencies. A blown up Cruiserweight in Jonathon Banks was able to calmly step back from the Mitchell express train, clip him with a left, and derail his career progress right there and then.
Although Mitchell won a tepid rematch with Banks, he had already done his damage. He'd placed a glowing red target above his head, or perhaps a rotating neon dollar sign.
While plenty of heavies may be wary to step into the firing line of Deontay Wilder's outrageously powerful overhand right, many would jump at the chance to chop down the former Wolverine football player.
Arreola should stop this one, and stop this one early. Mitchell is committed to the sport, and he is not taking any easy touches. After Banks got to him, many a lesser man would've packed up his bags and found something else to do for a living, like Nathan Cleverly is currently contemplating and he has been a full-time boxer since his teens.
So in 5 years time, I hope Mitchell is doing well for himself on another adventure, and I'm sure Arreola will be motivated again for one last run at the title.
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