Naoya Inoue just walked into Nagoya, hit holes in Murodjon Akhmadaliev for twelve rounds and walked out with every damn belt that was still around his waist. The judges had it 117-111, 118-110, 118-110, clear, no argument. Call it what it was: Another routine night for a monster that makes murderers look like sparring partners.
From round one, MJ couldn’t get out of the way. He packed with his Southpaw -jab, while inoue drilled straight rights through the guard, as if he had set up target practice. On round three, MJ ate shots, no head movement, nothing smart – just gravel and hope. Inoue’s body works? Dirty. Brackets below that made the Uzbek freeze, the uppercase letters that cut his head back. At nine, MJ leaked blood and looked lost.
MJ’s last point of view? Just a flash
Yes, MJ owes his owed. He had a few moments – a decent right hook in round five, a few bodyguards in six, and that late rush of inoue in the twelfth. But let’s not attract it. It was blips. The rest of the battle held the pace boss, held and moved, chose when to hit him and when to kiss. It wasn’t close, it wasn’t dramatic. It was one guy above the other.
The sample doesn’t even need the knockout
Here’s the narrow bit – inoue doesn’t even chase the finish. He could push, emptied the tank and drove MJ away. Instead, he enjoyed himself, dissected him and showed that he could easily win without even taking risks. It is a champion in Cruise Control, and it still looked brutal.
Take me: It was a reminder – inoue is not just the best at 122, he makes the whole section look like food. Akhmadaliev is a former champion, a tough hybrid, and he has still become a heavy bag. That late wobble? Forget it. It was desperation of a man who had been beaten eleven rounds.
Inoue is too fast, too sharp, too nasty. He is busy with victims. At this point, the only plot is how long he bothers. Everyone else at Super Bantam weight? They get up to get the same treatment.
Last updated on 09/14/2025
