Ruslan Provodnikov ambled to the microphone and waited.
Staring into the crowd at Barclays Center on Thursday, wearing a white T-shirt and baseball-style cap, the WBO junior welterweight champion slowly growled into the mic, a slow rumble that became apparent the longer he snarled. He then smiled, said the time for talk was up, he was ready to fight, but not before hurling himself into a long discourse on his upbringing in Russia, the task at hand, life, and other topics that caught his fancy. It was a rambling homily that was sincere, comical, heartfelt and firm. Once he found his oracle footing, he was off to the races.
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Staring into the crowd at Barclays Center on Thursday, wearing a white T-shirt and baseball-style cap, the WBO junior welterweight champion slowly growled into the mic, a slow rumble that became apparent the longer he snarled. He then smiled, said the time for talk was up, he was ready to fight, but not before hurling himself into a long discourse on his upbringing in Russia, the task at hand, life, and other topics that caught his fancy. It was a rambling homily that was sincere, comical, heartfelt and firm. Once he found his oracle footing, he was off to the races.
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