If you could overlook the various braggadocious personalities populating the room, including Claressa Shields’ declaration to Szilvia Szabados that “I’m not gonna let you beat me in front of my family,” there was something basic and essential, completely gender non-specific, and as subtle as a jab to the schnozz, going on Wednesday at MGM Grand. Of the many things a boxer needs to reach the apex of a game that chews up most of them well below the mountaintop, two absolute mandates are a home base that embraces the fighter as a marketable commodity, and a television network that does the same.