1/20/2018-New York- After witnessing the annihilation, the thorough, no further questions, your honor, ass whippin’ that IBF undefeated welterweight champion Earl Spence administered to his ‘friend Lamont Peterson, I really see the ‘other’ champion Keith (One Time ) Thurman putting even more distance between himself and Spence. In past interviews, Thurman has let it be known in NO uncertain terms that he wants absolutely NADA to do with the brutal, destructive, heavy handed Texan. Spence, now 23-0-20k has been calling Thurman’s digits for a minute now. In this game, there is often speculation about whether or not there’s some ‘ducking’ going on but with One Time, he’s letting us KNOW what time it is. This guy wishes the boxing folk would just stop mentioning Earl’s name to him at ALL. And all the while, Mr. sleepy eyes is just saying to Thurman, “c’mon man”.
Last night at Barkley Center, Spence was a brutal, single minded wrecking machine. He speared Peterson with sapping shots to the body (and sometimes, beyond) and bounced mind numbing bombs off his noggin. Now, this is a man that Spence considers a ‘friend’, so imagine what’s on the menu for the petrified Thurman. Thurman figures there are WAY better things for HIM to do than become a piñata for the heavy handed Spence. The fight started slowly, for Lamont, that is, not so much for the southpaw champion. He was punishing Peterson (now 35-4-1-17K) as soon as the ref gave his instruction. This was pretty sad, actually. Peterson, as game as they come seemed to get old in a hurry and found out early, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even when he tired of Spence’s two fisted attack and launched his own vicious body shots, this only revved Spence up even more, leading to further problems. In the fifth round, after another two fisted assault from Spence, Peterson was dropped, courtesy of a finishing left hand to the temple seemed all but done. Actually he was THAT way as early as the fourth round. Eyes swollen and his left eye cut, Peterson’s corner showed THEIR bravery by sending their warrior back into the wood chipper. At one point, Lamont was engaged in a long conversation with his trainer, saying, “I’m losing every round”. His trainer then said, “don’t give me a reason” ( to stop it) I was like, ‘what the HELL’, Spence was giving you all the reasons you NEEDED The announcers were all saying Lamont wanted to continue, BULLSHIT, he wanted Earl to leave HIS ass the hell alone. After being played with and battered around the ring in the seventh, Lamont’s corner arrived at their senses and told ref Harvey Dock to stop it. MUCH to the relief of the man from DC. Spence scored his 11th straight ko.
If the 27 year old unbeaten champion is hoping to lure any of the other ‘47’s into the ring, he sure didn’t fight like it last night. Other than Terrence Crawford, who else IS there? And I’d strongly suggest Crawford have a couple fights at welterweight before calling Spence’s number. This is a one man wrecking crew folks and is only getting better and admits he “has a lot to work on”. One thing he needs to work on if he wants further action, is to not be so damn savage in the ring. This is the guy that supposedly messed up Mayweather’s ribs as a teenager during a sparring session. When asked by the annoying Jim Gray if this was the end, Peterson said, “I just have to think about it”. Don’t worry Lamont, there’s only ONE Earl Spence and he is SPECIAL. I couldn’t help but notice that the Watsons were in fine lens hugging form last night, making sure they were in damn near every shot, They need to do some background work in the movies because they are always visible. Between THEM and that sista’ with the Ronald McDonald wig…..
In the semi on this Showtime card, big talking IBF lightweight champion, Robert (Ebunny) Easter (20-0-14K) struggled to a questionable split decision over the crouching, dirty fighting, Javier Fortuna (33-1-1-23K). They say, ‘styles make fights” and for the most part “styles” tonight, made for an ugly clinched filled 12 rounder. Easter had a five inch height advantage and a much longer reach, but chose to make this an inside scrap. As short as he is, Fortuna still found a way to end up pushing down on the taller man’s neck and in the second round as the champ was leaning through the ropes, landed six (count ‘em) straight rabbit punches. There were a few spirited exchanges along the way but this was more a grappling match than anything else and actually seemed longer than twelve rounds. Memo to Easter, this type of performance won’t even faze Mikey Garcia.