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Warren-Gallo Ruled ‘No Decision’, Shimmell Pounds Williams in Chi-Town’s ‘Holiday Bash’

by on Dec.13, 2014, under Boxing News

By Juan C. Ayllon

Photos by Efren Gutierrez


Rau'shee Warren, at right, tries to tap gloves with Javier Gallo after dumping him into the ropes in their short-lived bout.

Rau’shee Warren, at right, tries to tap gloves with Javier Gallo after dumping him into the ropes in their short-lived bout.


CHICAGO, December 12, 2014 — There were thrills in supporting bouts, but what promised to be a barnburner at the UIC Pavilion ended in a whimper.

Last night’s main event at the UIC Pavilion had scarcely began when a right hook from the undefeated Rau’shee Warren (12-0, 3 knockouts, 117.5 lbs.) deposited the onrushing Javier Gallo (21-10-1, 12 KO’s, 118 lbs.) into the ropes. Righting himself, Gallo resumed the chase. The combatants circled. Unfortunately, before the bout got untracked, about a minute later, their heads slammed together and, blinking, Gallo collapsed. Writhing in pain, he rolled over on his back. Some booing ensued.

A ring doctor entered and examined him. Now kneeling, Gallo was clearly in pain. Raising him up to sit on a stool, the doctor examined this fallen warrior who hailed from Buena Park, California, asking him in Spanish what city was he in. Gallo responded, “Estados Unidos! Estados Unidos!” (United States). He couldn’t remember the city. After some discussion, the bout was ruled a “no decision.” Holding a gauze bandage to his left cheek, the groggy warrior was escorted from the ring by two men, who held him up. Paramedics carted him off in a gurney. Looking dejected, the ballyhooed Rau’shee Warren was headed home to Cincinnati, Ohio without his signature win.

Gallo is escorted from the ring (Juan C. Ayllon photo).

Gallo is escorted from the ring (Juan C. Ayllon photo).


Schimmell, at left, and Williams trade blows in the center of the ring.

Schimmell, at left, and Williams trade blows in the center of the ring.

In the co-main event, Hudsonville, Michigan’s Jordan Shimmell (17-0, 14 KO’s, 195.5 lbs.) battered, bruised, wore down and ultimately halted Minneapolis, muscular Minnesota’s Phil Williams (14-6-2 (13 KO’s, 194.5 lbs.).

Standing roughly 6’ 3”, Shimmell boxes a careful first round stalking his 5’ 11” foe, jabbing and probing.

Early in the second, he drives a hard right to William’s head, then slams home thumping shots to both sides.  It’s a pattern that would characterize the bout.

Even though it’s early, Williams, who covers up, has a pronounced welt over the outside of his right eye. In the second, Shimmell batters the shorter Williams, who fought most of his career around the middleweight division, banging away at ribs and cuffing the head in close.

Tying up in the third, Williams is warned for hitting Shimmell in the back of the head. Shimmell is jabbing, crossing, hooking and clubbing him over the head. A lunging left hook to the chin by Williams stuns him, and he grabs hold, but then it’s back to the pummeling.

Williams, at right, bounces a heavy right off the head of Schimmell.

Williams, at right, bounces a heavy right off the head of Schimmell.

“He hit like a ton of bricks,” Shimmell says. “Did you see how he was built? You stay to the outside (because) if he hits you, it’s lights out!”

Shimmell is mauling in close in the fourth round, ducking under wide looping counters. He bangs in a potent, four punch volley to the ribs. Coming forward behind the jab, he catches a counter right to the head but walks through it and fires a right of his own in a corner.

Schimmell savages the body of Williams.

Schimmell savages the body of Williams.

It’s more of the same in the fifth: Shimmell batters Williams over and under in a corner, steps back to take a breather, and resumes jabbing to set up another assault. Punctuating his onslaught, he leans forward and bears down on Williams, who is doubled over, pressing his left elbow down hard on his back with his full weight.

Rising, Williams fires a wide right hook— which Shimmell sidesteps — and is shoved to the mat. The battering and leaning resume. Williams is spent, and his corner calls it off at the end of round five.


Tall for a lightweight at 5’ 11”, Toledo, Ohio’s Robert Easter (12-0, 9 KO’s, 134 lbs.) found the going less than idyllic as he sought to upend McAllen, Texas’ shorter but truculent Angel Hernandez (8-4, 4 KO’s, 133.5 lbs.) but had to settle for a decision win.

Outworking and out punching his shorter rival, Easter was caught with some jarring counters in the first two stanzas.

Using his superior wingspan in the third, Easter continued to jab, cross and hook his shorter opponent, who nevertheless landed some hard blows here and there as he sought to work his way in with looping overhand lefts and rights.

Just as he appeared to be wilting under the assault in the fourth, Hernandez mounted an offensive of his own, driving him back and keeping him boxing more conservatively towards the end of the round.

After sustaining a fair amount of abuse in the fifth, Hernandez dug each side with hooks. However, Easter turned it up, punishing him to head and body. But just as Hernandez appeared to be succumbing, he drove him back with looking lefts and rights of his own. Easter snapped his head back with a right near rounds end.

Easter continued to bank rounds in the sixth, jarring Hernandez — who kept coming forward — with an uppercut as he speared and peppered with jabs and crosses. “He’s too short — jab him, box him easy!” a cornerman shouted out.

As he uncorked a sharp assortment of blows in the seventh, Easter was knocked back a step by a Hernandez hook. An overhand right bounced off his temple, and a left hook bounced off his skull as Easter sought to land that game-changing bomb.

“Right back to the jab — right back to the jab!” Easter’s supporter shouted. And jab he did, adding a crisp right to the mix. He unloaded a four punch flurry as Hernandez stalked.

“Keep throwing! Keep throwing!” another Easter fan chided.

In the ninth, Hernandez jarred with a left that appeared to stun Easter momentarily, with the ref pausing matters for some reason. The fight resumed again with Easter jabbing and Hernandez pursuing.

A left-right appeared to stun Easter, but a counter hook-right by Easter stunted that surge. Resuming, Hernandez pasted Easter with single rights and lefts. Easter snapped hs head back and was out-scoring, but the look of intense concern on his visage witnessed the firefight he was in.

Easter jabbed and circled in the tenth with Hernandez hot after him. A left to the side of his head slowed down Easter’s retreat. Then, it was back to jabbing and the occasional cross. Then, in the final moments, he kicked it into high gear, snapping back Hernandez’s head and sending spittle flying from his mouth, the two swinging hard through the final bell. Final scores were 98-92 twice and 99-91 for Robert Easter.


Szmanski, at right, drills the body of King.

Szmanski, at right, drills the body of King.


Szmanski finishes King.

Szmanski finishes King.

Boxing carefully out of respect for his hulking, shorter foe, Wrodaw, Poland’s tall Patryk Szymanski (12-0, 7 KO’s, 156 lbs.) made short work of Tuscaloosa, Alabama’s Gundrick King (18-14, 11 KO’s, 155 lbs.). He dropped Gundrick King with a body shot. About a minute later, he repeated the feat. King took a standing eight count, but was dropped yet again with a salvo of lefts and rights (Szymanski was warned for hitting him while down). King rose, but the bout was waved off with 10 seconds left in the first round.


Quezada, at left, attacks Lewis.

Quezada, at left, attacks Lewis.

It didn’t take too long for Alsip, Illinois’ popular Jose Felix Quezada (5-0, 4 KO’s, 135.5 lbs.) to make the crowd roar, as he battered Memphis, Tennessee’s Marlon Lewis (6-6-2, 3 KO’s, 134.5 lbs.) emphatically into the mat with a scathing body and head assault, the referee waving it off at 1:38 into the first round. Warrior’s Boxing’s Leon Margules seemed impressed, calling the results in to an undisclosed recipient via cellphone afterwards.


Ramirez, at left, unloads on Bell.

Ramirez, at left, unloads on Bell.

Aurora, Illinois’ Eddie Ramirez (6-0, 4 KO’s, 141 lbs.) put on a savage display of punching versus Memphis, Tennesee’s Dedrick Bell (12-21-1, 7 KO’s, 141 lbs.) in getting him out of there inside the distance.

Ramirez staggers Bell with the first right he lands and wobbles him with another combination moments into the first round, prompting referee Celestino Ruiz to give him a standing eight count. Ramirez savages the midriff with piercing lefts and rights, creasing him in half and dropping him with a wicked left to the midsection. Chants of “Eddie! Eddie!” ring out. Covering in a corner, Bell survives the first.


The two exchange blows early in the second, but Ramirez drops him hard on his back. Coming on, he’s repelled with lefts and rights of Bell. Grunting hard, Ramirez unleashes a flurry and, trapping him in a corner, flattens him for the count with a straight right to the chin. The end comes at 1:30 into the second round.


Gbenga, at left, and Williams exchange punches at rings center.

Gbenga, at left, and Williams exchange punches at rings center.

Fort Washington, Maryland’s Thomas Williams (18-1, 12 KO’s, 170.5 lbs.) showed bursts of power, but in the end was fortunate to finish upright versus Accra, Ghana’s plucky Michael Gbenga (20-18, 20 KO’s, 171 lbs.).


Gbenga lands a hard, crunching straight right to the midsection of Williams early in the first and, later, ducks under a lead right hook in a cautious first round. About a minute later, he absorbs a solid right to the chin. Williams stalks him. Unloading in a corner, Williams lands a low blow, earning Gbenga a break.

Williams resumes taking the fight to Gbenga, denting the jaw and body and escaping traps on the ropes early in the second round. Just as Williams begins thumping in ernest, landing three rights to the side of the head, he digs another to the waistband and is warned to keep them up. The crowd is aghast. Angered, Gbenga pursues, but does little and is on the defensive at the bell.

Gbenga is pawing with a range-finder jab and misses with a pair of potent rights in the third round. The trade ineffectively before Wiliams sits down on a series of hard, thumping lefts and rights to head and body. Later, Williams jars him with a straight left to the face.

Williams batters the awkward Gbenga.

Williams batters the awkward Gbenga.

Williams slams a series of concussive lefts to Gbenga’s head early in the fourth. Spray flies, but Gbenga weathers the assault, even snapping William’s head back with an uppercut. With Williams’ offense at a virtual standstill, his execution is stayed another round.

In the fifth, Gbenga takes the lead, slamming hurtful lefts and rights before tying up. Picking his shots, Williams counters sharply, but Gbenga jars him with return fire. Williams is more cautious now.

Gbenga is stalking Williams in the sixth now, who retreats and covers. Williams slams a left to the midriff and, later to the head, then darts away with Gbenga in pursuit. Gbenga slams a right to the face. Regrouping, Williams stalks, ducks under return fire, rakes the waist with lefts and rights, and finishes strong.

It’s a tactical fight in the seventh. Then, Williams explodes with four thudding shots to the body and another to the head, but is repelled by a straight left. The crowd roars. A breather, then some flurried shots that sail over Williams’ head, and the bell follow.

Pawing again with the left early in the eighth, Gbenga stalks Williams and catches a glancing hook to the jaw for his efforts. Postured to pounce, Williams throws the odd jab. A glancing clubbing right Suddenly, a right jab, a straight left, and Gbenga staggers. The crowd roars. Williams pounces, fists blazing, and drops Gbenga, who rises and looks out on his feet. The referee looks him over and lets the fight resume, but before any more damage can be sustained, the bell rings.

Revived between rounds, Gbenga kicks off the ninth as the predator. Then, a right hook discombobulates and deposits him partway through the ropes. Yet, he remains alright.

A man stands up and yells, “FINISH! FiNISH!”

Gbenga, at right, drives home a heavy right to a crouching Williams.

Gbenga, at right, drives home a heavy right to a crouching Williams.

Gbenga not only survives, but repels Williams with milling lefts and rights. The ref adjusts the tape on Williams glove and resuming, gets cuffed with a glancing right to the head. Suddenly, Gbenga staggers Willaims with a smashing right to the head. The crowd comes alive and cheese as Gbenga lands another and chases him around the ring. However, the bell terminates this turn of events moments later.

Williams is tying up a revitalized Gbenga in the tenth, then retreats as a left hook glances off his jaw. “Hands up! Hands up!” a cornerman yells.

Williams, at right, holds onto a surging Gbenga.

Williams, at right, holds onto a surging Gbenga.

Gbenga celebrates his moral victory with a cornerman.

Gbenga celebrates his moral victory with a cornerman.


Williams is in avoidance mode, circling on his toes, ducking and tying up. Now, he’s running! Gbenga eats a hard straight left coming in, but continues to press and wing blows. After the bell, a smiling Gbenga nudges Williams with a playful right shoulder three times, then dances to the Rastafarian rap playing over the PA system. No doubt, he’s lost, but he’s won a moral victory in the 10th round. Judges make it official, scoring the scrap 98-91 all for Thomas Williams.


Herring, at right, drills the body.

Herring, at right, drills the body.

It looked like a sinewy panther in there against a spindly giraffe as Cincinnati, Ohio’s Jamel Herring (10-0, 7 KO’s, 134.5 lbs.) blew out Corozal, Puerto Rico’s Jose Del Valle (4-10-3, 131 lbs.).

A straight to the chin drops Del Valle at about the two minute mark of round one. Holding to clear his head, he weathers another straight left, but survives to finish the round.

Del Valle proves evasive, boxing well in spots, but towards the end of round two, Herring drills his chin with a looping left and drops him hard yet again in a corner. He rises again, but moments later, the referee waves it off moments later.

Derevyanchenko, at left, rocks Munoz with a wicked left.

Derevyanchenko, at left, rocks Munoz with a wicked left.

Brooklyn, New York’s Sergiy Derevyanchenko (26-1, 21 KO’s, 164 lbs.), made quick work of Topeka, Kansas’ Raul Munoz (23-17-1, 16 KO’s, 161.5 lbs.).

The aggressor throughout the short-lived first round, Derev caught Munoz on the ropes with a throes or four punch salvo to the head, dropping him. Referee Celestino Ruiz called time (was it for a thumbing?). The fight resuming, Munoz lands a walloping hook to the midriff, drawing a large “OHHH” from the crowd. Nonplussed, Dereyyanchenko slams several blistering left and rights to the head. Grimacing, Munoz is counted out on his knees at 2:50 into the first round.

Dominguez, at right, blocks a winging left from Miraz.

Dominguez, at right, blocks a winging left from Miraz.


It wasn’t for lack of effort or chops, but Brooklyn, New York’s Juan Dominguez (16-0, 11 KO’s, 123 lbs.) dominated, but couldn’t finish Agua Prieta, Mexico’s pesky German Meraz (47-32-1, 25 KO’s, 124.5 lbs.).

Moments after the initiating bell, Dominguez lands a glancing right to the side of Meraz’s head. Eschewing the jab, Dominguez is stalking Meraz, throwing single lead rights and hooks to head and body, while the more experienced Meraz circles and fires the occasional counter.

Dominguez continues to press for the knockout with fast, sharp lefts and rights. in the second round. His cornerman advises, “El cuerpo!” (the body). In a clinch, he nods and mixes in a few body shots at his evasive foe., who has shown little in the way of resistance.

The referee penalizes Merez one point for holding midway through round three. In between darting side to side and, the miffed Merez throws a few lefts and rights before resuming evasion mode.

The fleet-footed Merez absorbs two hard left hooks to the side of his head and bounces one off his tormentor’s head in return in the fourth, and begins standing his ground more in the fifth, punching in frenetic flurries in close. Still, he’s fighting at a distant second.

It’s now the sixth, Domingues appears to hurt a retreating Meraz with a wicked hook to the solar plexus in yet another round that he dominates, yet finds increasing resistance.

Meraz appears desperate, flinging wide looping punches to stem the systematic beating in the opening moments of the seventh. Up on his toes, he darts and dodges, throws a few superfluous blows and is buffeted by a handful in return.

Tied up in a clinch in the tenth round, the two took turns hitting each other behind the head, prompting the referee to call time and issue them both a stern warning. A fight erupted, with the two exchanging heated blows fore several seconds after the bell before the referee corralled Merez against the ropes.

Judges scored it 80-71 twice and 70-72 for Dominguez.

Hearns, at left, is on the attack.

Hearns, at left, is on the attack.

It’s an axiom that sons of great men never become great themselves. Denied the hardships that steeled their fathers by growing up in relative luxury, it’s not surprising. At 6’ 3”,he’s tall like his father, the great Thomas “Hitman” Hearns who electrified audiences with his epic wars against Sugar Ray Leonard and Marvelous Marvin Hagler in the 1980s, but at 35, Ronald Hearns is a college graduate with five losses against 26 wins with 20 knockout wins (164 lbs.). Make that 27 victories and 21 knockouts, now, after fighting Tabasco, Mexico’s limited Roberto Ventura (15-11, 14 KO’s, 161.5 lbs.). His upside is very limited.

Referee Gerald Scott raises Ronald Hearns' fist up in victory.

Referee Gerald Scott raises Ronald Hearns’ fist up in victory.

His fight is a pedestrian, cautious event for the first several rounds. After several innocuous blows in the third round, a right by Hearns dropped Ventura. He sought the knockout, throwing heavy leverage into a series of rights, but the moment passed. A couple rounds later, he finished it with a looping overhand right at 2:02 into the fifth round. His career continues forward for now.

Starks, at right, drills Garcia's head with a slamming right.

Starks, at right, drills Garcia’s head with a slamming right.

Minneapolis, Minnesota’s Javontae Starks ( 11-0, 7 KO’s, 149.5 lbs.) kept his undefeated record intact in winning a points decision over Aguada, Puerto Rico’s Jonathan Garcia (4-11, 1 KO, 151 lbs.).

Throughout the first round, Garcia is the aggressor, slamming home looping, ponderous blows on a defensive Starks.

Starks takes the lead in the second with hard, straight shots.  A hard right to the haw stuns Garcia, who fires a salvo of roundhouse lefts and rights. Garcia is more cautious now, attacking every 30 seconds or so, while Starks seeks to pick him off behind the jab and straight counters.

Garcia is back on the attack again in the third — at least for the first minute of the round. Blocking most of the incoming, The quicker Starks drills with sharp jabs and frisk counters over and under. Not dissuaded, Garcia taxes with him and comes on strong in the final minute of the stanza.

The two take to slugging at close range in the fourth. Hard, thudding punches slam on flesh. It’s a rousing effort, with Starks appearing to edge with his more accurate blows. Garcia continues to press with his brutish, clubbing blows to body, arms, shoulders and — occasionally — the head. He tires and Starks takes over, spearing with the jab, crossing and hooking, as Garcia ducks, bobs and gathers his energy for the next round.

At present, Starks is bouncing jabs and occasional rights off the head of Garcia, who takes it in stride, mounts a counter surge. Starks lands the more effective, crisp blows to the head, but other than scoring points, they’re not blunting his antagonist’s plodding efforts.

In the seventh, it’s clear that Starks is the more talented, skilled fighter while Garcia is the more brutish and perhaps tougher of the two. Neither has mind-numbing power and in keeping with a pattern established earlier, they take turns leading, winding down the final 30 seconds swapping punches in a corner.

The eighth round comes and goes in a similar manner, the two trading on even terms, with Starks probably edging with his more effectively scoring aggression. Judges score the bout 80-72 for Javontae Starks.


The CBZ's photographer, Efren Gutierrez, mugs for the camera with Jordan Schimmell (photo by Juan C. Ayllon)

The CBZ’s photographer, Efren Gutierrez, mugs for the camera with Jordan Schimmell (photo by Juan C. Ayllon)

Promoter: Warriors Boxing.

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