International Boxing Organization - Current IBO World Title Holders

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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