The Mouthpiece
First Sunday—Aaron Pryor Jr.
Stops Willis Lockett
By:
George Hanson Jr.,
Esq.
Date: Sunday, June 13, 2010
Venue: The Hyatt Regency on the Philadelphia Waterfront
Promoter: Joey Eye Boxing Promotions in association with
Gulfstream Sports & Entertainment
Matchmaker: Don ”Legend” Elbaum
Ring Announcer: Larry Tornambe
Referees: Benjy Esteves Jr. & Eddie Claudio
Photos: www.christoneyphotography.com
Jamaica,
my homeland, has the most churches per square mile of any country in the
world and the number is growing, according to the Guinness Book of World
Records. Spanning 145 miles east to west and 20 and 50 miles north to
south, the island is about the size of the state of Connecticut. I grew
up going to church like all my friends on the island, and Sunday was
always the day of rest. It was the day that virtually everything was
closed, including local bars. That has somewhat changed but Jamaica is
still practically brought to a standstill on the holy day when compared
to the hustle and bustle of the other six days. Thus, I felt a bit
strange this past Sunday going to the fights with trainer Charles Ramey.
Fed up with the religious hypocrisy of what I call “pimps in the
pulpit,” I rarely attend church, but I still view it as day of
rest—oftentimes I stay home and relax. Driving to the fights, I was
surprised when we passed a church to witness an armed security guard
assisting elder patrons crossing the street. Realizing the perplexed
look on my face, Ramey explained to me that many churches have hired
armed security guards to stand by the door as a deterrent to potential
burglars. What?! I guess there is more comfort in Smith & Wesson than
the Lord. Immediately, I knew going to church would be more risky than
being at the Hyatt on Delaware Avenue—where we were headed to watch
another Don Elbaum card. No robber in his right mind would have the
audacity to “stick up” this show. Having been in boxing since I was
thirteen, everybody knew that nobody messed with Don Elbaum. Nobody!
Amen.
(L-R) Aaron Pryor Jr. and his father.
The main event featured super-middleweight
Aaron Pryor Jr. (12 wins – 2 losses – 0 draws – 10 kos) of Cincinnati,
Ohio. Pryor at six-feet-four stands in direct contrast to his corner man
and legendary father, Hall of Famer and former junior-welterweight
champion, Aaron “The Hawk” Pryor, who is a shade shy of six-feet-seven.
The younger Pryor has his father’s facial features, but he has the build
and length of another great fighter. It is as though God mounted Pryor’s
head onto the body of Bob Foster—arguably the greatest light-heavyweight
champion ever, to create Aaron Jr. I don’t know if prayer would have
helped his opponent— tough Willis “The Prophet” Lockett (12 wins – 9
losses – 5 draws – 5 kos) of Tacoma Park, Maryland, who has competed in
every division from super-middleweight to heavyweight. Lockett has
failed on only one occasion to make it to the final bell—when he was
stopped by 250-pound Javier Mora back in 2005.
Lockett is accustomed to fighting and
beating bigger men and did not hesitate to march forward against the
string-bean Pryor. This was the wrong tactic, because Pryor drilled him
with stiff jabs from the opening round, sidestepping like he was at a
wedding reception doing the Electric Slide and then countering with the
hard right cross. By the third round, Pryor was in his zone and was
landing the right upper-cut with frequency as Lockett tried on several
ill-fated attempts to land overhand rights over the tall fighter’s left
hand. In the fifth round, Lockett’s overhand right found its mark but
had little or no effect on Pryor who kept him at bay with his long left
jab. Before the round could close, Pryor snapped Lockett’s head back
with a jarring right uppercut that had the cagey veteran holding on. At
the start of Round 6 the fat lady was clearing her throat as Pryor
served his fading opponent a full-course meal of jabs, uppercuts and
straight rights. Referee Esteves deducted a point from Lockett for
excessive holding, but you couldn’t blame Lockett, the menu was
overwhelming. No surprise when Lockett remained in his corner refusing
to come out for the seventh round of the scheduled eight-rounder. Pryor
was declared the winner at 3:00 of Round 6.
In the six-round co-main event,
cruiserweight Julio Cesar Matthews (9 wins – 0 losses – 0 draws – 5 kos)
of Reading, Pennsylvania stuck to his game plan and outdueled
Philadelphia’s Garrett “The Ultimate Warrior” Wilson (7 wins – 4 losses
– 0 draws – 2 kos) by dropping him in the opening round, winning a
unanimous decision by scores of 57-56 twice and 58-55. Based on the
first two scores, each fighter won three rounds with the difference
being the first stanza in which Matthews was credited with a 10-8 round
for the knockdown. Had Wilson not visited the canvas, he would have
walked away with a majority draw in a fight in which he exhibited no
strategy other than fighting like a bull in a china shop by throwing
punches from all angles while being airborne. Wilson came out in the
opening round with his hands high walking straight towards his
40-year-old southpaw adversary. Knowing deep down that he could not
fight at the pace of the younger fighter, Matthews patiently jabbed
while looking for an opening. With about a minute remaining in the
round, Wilson walked right into Matthews’ straight left. Seizing the
moment, the older fighter swept him off his feet with a crushing right
hook and down went Wilson. Hurt, but possessing exceptional recuperative
powers, Wilson was up at the count of three and cleared his head by
keeping his distance. Matthews knew that there is nothing more dangerous
than a wounded fighter and Wilson would have turned into a Tasmanian
devil had he sensed that he had to fight for survival.
The remainder of the fight turned into a
tactical game of cat and mouse as Matthews kept Wilson at a distance
with his pestering southpaw jab as the shorter, squat fighter launched
haymakers from all angles. Wilson kept the pressure on the elusive
Matthews and had his best moments towards the end of the rounds when he
cornered his opponent and went to work. However, Matthews stuck to his
fight plan and boxed knowing that it would be detrimental to engage the
young gunslinger in a shoot-out. We were afforded a glimpse of what
could have happened when Wilson crushed Matthews with a devastating hook
with seconds remaining in the fight. Like an octopus grabbing a mollusk,
Matthews clutched Wilson until he heard the bell. It’s back to the
drawing board for Wilson who has now dropped three in a row of a
promising career that began in May 2008 with three consecutive victories
and a four-fight win streak prior to this string of losses.
There
is an old adage in boxing that records don’t beat fighters—fighters do.
This could have not been more evident than in the four-round
cruiserweight match between undefeated Patrick “Paddy Boy” Farrell (5
wins – 0 losses – 0 draws – 3 kos) of Jersey City, New Jersey and
Kamarah “Black Magic” Pasley (4 wins – 4 losses – 0 draws – 2 kos) of
Philadelphia, PA. It is axiomatic that Farrell’s handlers reviewed
Pasley’s record and thought this was a sure win for their young upstart.
After all, Pasley had not fought in over a year since dropping a
unanimous six-round decision to Julio Cesar Matthews back in May of last
year. Besides, Pasley, a software sales executive who holds a master of
arts in communications, has only two knockouts. In addition, he turned
to professional boxing after winning two national Muay Thai
championships—he is learning the sweet science on the job and showed
more flashes of Michael Jackson than Michael Tyson. The safety-first
Pasley is comfortable boxing on his toes, piling up points while evading
punishment. What Farrell’s brain trust failed to factor into the
equation is that Pasley, an extremely powerful, athletic man with less
than three-percent body fat from his endless hours of training packs a
punch and is never out of shape. Having seen both fighters on previous
occasions, I sensed that Farrell was in trouble and would probably get
knocked out.
Perhaps I’m Nostradamus because in the
opening round while dancing on his toes Pasley stopped on a dime and
delivered some hardware, a well-placed left uppercut that found the tip
of Farrell’s chin sending him to the canvas. Farrell rose at the count
of three and was hurt. However, instead of moving in for the kill like
Mike Tyson, Pasley kept his distance circling like Mikhail Baryshnikov
passing on the opportunity to certify me as a prophet. Farrell survived
and pressed the action for the next two rounds with Pasley landing his
jab and occasional straight left from a distance. Sensing he needed the
last round and at the urging of his friend, cruiserweight Simon
“Punchline” Carr, Pasley came out busier in the fourth round landing
more jabs, shaking up Farrell with the left uppercut, hurting him for
the second time. Pasley captured a well-deserved unanimous decision by
scores of 38-37 twice and 39-36 leaving us to imagine the fighter he can
become if he ever decides to commit to sitting down on his punches by
hanging up his dancing shoes. Very few fight fans want to see a big
powerful man outpointing his opponents. Boxing is the hurt business.
In
a scheduled four-round heavyweight bout Andreas Gustafsson (4 wins – 0
losses – 0 draw – 2 kos) from Norrkoping, Sweden stopped homegrown Pedro
Martinez (5 wins – 2 losses – 0 draws – 3 kos) at 1:05 of Round 2.
Gustafsson, a filmmaker, who as an amateur defeated current WBA
heavyweight champion David Haye was making his second appearance on U.S.
soil having fought last February at The Legendary Blue Horizon.
Martinez, who usually competes as a cruiserweight, entered the ring at a
paunchy 233-pounds, a pound lighter than his opponent, who at
six-feet-three towered over him. The taller boxer showed some nifty
footwork as he out boxed and outmaneuvered Martinez who came forward
forgetting that he was the smaller man. In Round 2, switching
intermittently from the orthodox stance to southpaw, Gutafsson slammed a
right hook into the side of Martinez’s head that dropped him to the
canvas. Up at three and on spaghetti legs Martinez was like a baby chick
in the eye scope of a chicken hawk as the Swede swooped in for the kill.
A left hook and right cross found their mark as Martinez went down like
a sack of potatoes. Referee Esteves didn’t bother to count, calling an
end to this one-sided match.
It was an exciting evening of boxing with
the first bout starting slightly after 2:00 p.m. Prior to the main
event, Ring Announcer Larry Tornambe honored our departed friend and
boxing legend Raymond Munson, who passed on May 28th, by tolling the
ten-count. Amongst the fight fans enjoying the action were many notable
individuals from the boxing community including junior-middleweight
Ossie Duran, whose opponent Jerome Ellis failed to make the trip to
Philadelphia, the incomparable Harold Lederman, Aaron “The Hawk” Pryor,
trainer James Bashir, Jules “Marvel” Edmonds, Elizabeth Sherman,
Lawrence Frisby and Simon “Punchline” Carr. In a city plagued by gun
violence we now need to get the guns out of churches. Talk about
hypocrisy! In the meantime, I will spend my Sundays at home or at
another Elbaum boxing show—it’s safer.
Continue to support the sweet science, and
remember, always carry your mouthpiece!
George
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