AFEW months ago, we had every reason to believe the story of Tyson Fury and Deontay Wilder would be a two-part series with a potential third installment not impossible but fanciful at best. Their first fight was a minor heavyweight classic, their second was a major mismatch, and any trilogy fight seemed not only pointless and cruel but just one more pesky obstacle preventing the fight the world really wanted to see next: Fury vs Joshua.
Yet, having been here before, we should have known better. We should have known better than to think the path to Fury vs Joshua would be a smooth one and we should have known better than to assume Wilder, a man whose pride was severely dented following his loss to Fury last February, would have been content to just sit back and watch his archrivals go on to make obscene amounts of money from a fight held somewhere in the Middle East.