Current IBO World Title Holders
| Weight class: | Champion: | Reign began: |
|---|---|---|
| Strawweight | Hekkie Budler | September 24, 2011 |
| Junior Flyweight | Vacant | |
| Flyweight | Vacant | |
| Super Flyweight | Gideon Buthelezi | November 10, 2012 |
| Bantamweight | Vacant | |
| Super Bantamweight | Alexander Bakhtin | September 18, 2012 |
| Featherweight | Daud Yordan | May 05, 2012 |
| Super Featherweight | Will Tomlinson | November 30, 2011 |
| Lightweight | Vacant | |
| Junior Welterweight | Khabib Allakhverdiev | June 20, 2012 |
| Welterweight | Chris Van Heerden | September 24, 2011 |
| Junior Middleweight | Vacant | |
| Middleweight | Gennady Golovkin | December 09, 2011 |
| Super Middleweight | Thomas Oosthuizen | March 26, 2011 |
| Light Heavyweight | Andrzej Fonfara | November 16, 2012 |
| Cruiserweight | Danny Green | November 21, 2012 |
| Heavyweight | Wladimir Klitschko | April 22, 2006 |
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