International Boxing Association (professional Body) - Current IBA World Title Holders

Current IBA World Title Holders

Weight class: Champion: Date won:
Light flyweight (108 lbs) vacant
Flyweight (112 lbs) Isidro Garcia 17 April 2007
Junior bantamweight (115 lbs) vacant
Bantamweight (118 lbs) Jose Silveira 19 February 2011
Junior featherweight (122 lbs) vacant
Featherweight (126 lbs) vacant
Junior lightweight (130 lbs) Jorge Perez 19 February 2011
Lightweight (135 lbs) Rustam Nugaev 23 February 2008
Junior welterweight (140 lbs) Silverio Ortiz 1 May 2010
Welterweight (147 lbs) Vacant
Junior Middleweight (154 lbs) Evans Ashira N/A
Middleweight (160 lbs) Vacant
Super middleweight (168 lbs) Vacant
Light heavyweight (175 lbs) Beibut Shumenov 9 May 2009
Cruiserweight (190 lbs) vacant
Super-cruiserweight (210 lbs) BJ Flores 2 March 2007
Heavyweight (210+ lbs) vacant

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