Boxing Report: Fonseca Humiliates Butler Again!
By Vikram Birring at ringside for DoghouseBoxing (Nov 22, 2008) DoghouseBoxing  
Raphael Butler, a gargantuan man whose size brings to mind the image of Michael Clarke Duncan, shook his head in disbelief as the decision was read to him by ring announcer Craig Roberts.

The first time, it was an aberration. A fat man who looked as if he mistakenly entered a boxing ring instead of the July 4 Hot Dog Eating Contest defeated him by split decision September 4. He got lucky, no way it would happen again, so was the common thought.

So the rematch was made, so Butler could do what he was supposed to do the first time. No way he would lose again. Not this time. Not to this guy. Wouldn’t happen, not over his dead body.

So confident was the promoter that Butler would win that his image was displayed on the promotional poster for the promotion; Fonseca’s name was not even listed.

After two rounds, everything went according to plan. Butler, a gargantuan mammoth of a man (think Michael Clarke Duncan with boxing gloves), tagged the tub of lard that stood in front of him at will. Jab, jab, jab, occasional right cross to punctuate the 1-2, easy fight.

Then something funny happened. The same thing that Justin Jones found out on a steamy summer day in July. What was supposed to be an easy fight turned difficult. The tub started to throw back.

Surely Butler would have a plan to answer back; after all, he fought this man before, and only two months ago. Since then, he knocked out three human tomato cans to regain confidence. This time he would have a plan. This time, he wouldn’t let a fat guy beat him. Not this time. Not again.

The old saying goes that people don’t change. A zebra doesn’t change its stripes. After dominating for two rounds, Butler 34-7 (27) just stopped. He lay against the ropes as Fonseca 6-2-2 (2) leaned against him, and every so often, landed a flurry of six punches, even wobbling Butler twice. Ringside, friend and sparring partner Travis Walker begged Butler to get off the ropes and jab the shorter man, not to let him inside in the first place. His trainers pleaded with him to use his speed. Ringside observers who were supposed to be neutral begged him to let his hands go, knowing the guy was supposed to win could make this look so easy.

But to no avail, Butler stopped throwing. Maybe he didn’t feel like it. Maybe he was tired, overweight, or undertrained. Or maybe, just maybe, Fonseca just outhustled him again.

The fat man’s cornerman did as he always does, he leapt into the ring and flung his towel into the audience. Somehow the guy who shouldn’t have a chance did it again. But this time it was no surprise. This fat man is for real, and his name is Homero Fonseca.

Austin “No Doubt” Trout has fought tougher guys in sparring. When Bradley Thompson walked into the ring, a few snickers rung through the sold out crowd. Snickers quickly turned into howls of laughter as Thompson removed his robe, only to reveal a massive gut.

The real question wasn’t if Trout would win the match, but which audience member had the best taunt.

“Piece of meat!”

“If you don’t knock this guy out, you should retire Trout!”

The first few grazing punches that hit Thompson’s chest turned it completely read. From the chest they reached his face, as Trout 16-0 (12) released a jab followed by a lethal left cross. Thompson’s head, essentially on a swivel, made a full 90-degree turn upon impact, and he fell to his backside. For some odd reason, he got up and asked for more.

So he received. Thompson 15-14 (10) took an astonishing amount of punishment in the second round, and Trout took him so lightly that he dropped his hands completely. Then, shockingly, Thompson landed a straight right cross. Trout shook his head in surprise, Thompson was not a complete bum after all. But compared to Trout, most boxers are, and Thompson had no chance. He woke up the sleeping giant and Trout put him out of his misery with one combination after another. Referee Ronnie Ralston stopped it between rounds.

Michael Jordan once said he could defy gravity, if only for a split second. Eugene Hill proved that it could be done in a boxing ring also, and to demonstrate this physics experiment he used a poor sap named Dennis McKinney as his exhibit.

When Hill 15-0 (13) punches, the ring shakes. He lands punches that would down a redwood tree. In the second round, he decided to make things interesting. “Mean Gene” landed a right hook with such force, such ferocity, that McKinney flew six feet across the ring. When McKinney 28-46 (14) landed back on the canvas, he was on his hands and knees, eyes opened wider than the Grand Canyon. He had just felt the power of God.

Why he chose to endure more is not any sign of courage, but more so insanity. Perhaps he simply wanted to see if Hill could do it again. If so, than he quickly found out again, as Hill landed Earth-shattering punches to McKinney’s skull that sent him reeling downwards again. This time, his head hung helplessly over the second rope.

Surely, this would be enough. No man would want more of this, not even a crazy one like McKinney. But again, McKinney rose. Lucky for him, the bell sounded, and referee Bobby Gonzales put him out of his misery as he stopped the match after the third round.

Jose “Tepito” Gutierrez figured to have an easy night. His original opponent Omar Ballard dropped out, and some guy named Elizondo from San Antonio took the match on two days notice.

Elizondo. San Antonio. Instant connection.

To anyone who follows boxing in Texas the sum of those two words equals dangerous. Gabriel Elizondo is one of the best boxers in the history of the Alamo City. His only losses were to Jhonny Gonzales, Jose Navarro, and Bernabe Concepcion, all excellent boxers with solid resumes.

The man that stood in the ring wasn’t Gabriel, it was his brother Gilberto. The matchmaker didn’t do his homework, because the Elizondo brothers are as talented as they come, and unbeknownst to Gutierrez, he was in for a long night.

Elizondo 5-1 (2) landed more, with sounder technique, and showed better defense. Gutierrez 11-5 (8) also had moments, but Elizondo won the match on pure skill and ring generalship. One only wonders how Elizondo would have performed with any kind of training heading into the match. Nonetheless, he still won on all cards, and for once, the meal of the night was not a hometown decision.

Kendrick Releford did what Raphael Butler should have done. He won every second of every round against a shorter, immobile opponent, “Third Ward” Billy Willis. Willis looked the part, a mean, bearded, barrel-chested brute, essentially a Dwight Muhammad Qawi lookalike. But Releford 17-12 (7) never let Willis 9-13 (7) get off, he simply jabbed his way to a victory, with occasional right crosses just to keep Willis honest. The one noticeable moment of the match: Releford unleashed a triple jab, a sight that is rarely seen in the boxing ring. One wonders how Releford has such a shaky record, but he responds that he is the victim of one too many backyard robberies, equating to the Emmanuel Augustus of the heavyweight division.

There are opponents, and then there is Rafael Torres. One victory, fifteen defeats, one draw.

It is understandable that Mel Crossty was making his professional debut, but even under those circumstances, Torres should not have been allowed anywhere near a boxing ring.

How this man received a boxing license in the state of Texas, or any state in any country in any continent on any planet in any galaxy in any universe is a miracle of Herculean proportions. Torres gives tomato cans and bums of the month a bad name.

From the opening bell, Crossty 1-0 (1) pounded Torres 1-16-1. Torres didn’t even throw back, he simply covered up. It was if a shy kid had been thrown to the schoolyard bully, sickening and disgusting to watch.

Not surprisingly, referee Bobby Gonzales stopped the match with a second left in the round. But that was one hundred seventy-nine seconds too late.

Men like Torres are a harm to themselves, and people in charge should not allow them to lose their health at the expense of a few hundred bucks. Fans want some level of competition, and one hopes that Torres is kept far, far away from the squared circle in the future, for his own sake.

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