Pernell Whitaker vs. Jose Luis Ramirez (2nd meeting)

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1989-08-20 : Pernell Whitaker 134¾ lbs beat Jose Luis Ramirez 134 lbs by UD in round 12 of 12

From Sports Illustrated:

The last time Pernell Whitaker fought Jose Luis Ramirez, in Paris 17 months ago, he broke his left hand early and was robbed late: Two of the three judges gave the fight to Ramirez, allowing him to hang on to his WBC lightweight championship. The two fighters met again on Sunday in Whitaker's hometown of Norfolk, Va.—Paris is the Mexican-born Ramirez's adopted home—this time for Whitaker's IBF championship and the by-then-vacated WBC title.

In Paris, with his power hand suddenly useless, the southpaw Whitaker had had to resort to fighting on the run. On Sunday at Norfolk Scope arena, he gave the veteran from Culiacan, Mexico, a whole new look. "He paint-brushed him," says Georgie Benton, Whitaker's creative trainer.

The 30-year-old Ramirez is a veteran of 109 professional fights. He had lost seven times, most recently to countryman Julio Cesar Chavez, who relieved Ramirez of his WBC lightweight crown last October before moving on and up to the junior welterweight division. But no one, not even Chavez, who is regarded by many as pound for pound the best fighter in the world, handled Ramirez quite as easily as Whitaker did.

"I don't want you running all over the ring from this guy," Benton had ordered his 25-year-old prodigy during prefight strategy meetings. "Just walk and slip. Be a ring general. Don't get cute and try and knock him out. Don't load up. Stick and slide, use the jab and when you see a chance for a big shot, throw it. If you see something you don't like, walk away."

Call it painting by numbers: Benton outlined the picture, and Whitaker flawlessly put the colors in their proper places. Everything began with his right jab, which is a rocket, delivered hard and accurately. "I could have tied my left hand behind my back," says Whitaker. "The jab did everything."

Off the jab came an endlessly varied series of sharp combinations: a double hook; two left hands and a hook; a blurring burst of five machine-gun punches. Midway through the eighth round, Whitaker hit Ramirez on the chin with a hook-straight left combination that was almost too fast for the eye to follow. "Good lord," said his teacher, Benton, watching in awe at ringside. Yet, seemingly unfazed, Ramirez shook his head and shuffled forward, slowly.

In Whitaker's corner, in the middle rounds, Duva and Benton worried that their fighter would become frustrated. He was throwing his best stuff, yet Ramirez was unmarked and seemed unhurt, though his charges had been slowed. "Forget about a knockout," they chorused to Whitaker. "He's got an iron chin. What you are doing is better than a knockout. You're beautiful. Keep the same tempo. Don't change the tempo."

Only in the last round, the 12th, did Whitaker change his approach. There's a performer buried deep inside his fighter's body. "I knew I had the fight won," he said of his 19th victory in 20 professional fights. "And I am an entertainer. I knew the fans would like to see a little show."

Before he went out for the final round, Duva told him, "Don't take any chances with this guy. Keep moving and keep working that jab. Remember, no crazy chances." Whitaker laughed and planted a kiss on the grizzled Duva's cheek. "Don't worry, baby," he said. "Don't worry."

Duva immediately began to worry. "Cut that crap out," he screamed a moment later, his right fist slamming into the ring apron, as Whitaker began his 12th-round performance. In the ring, Whitaker had taken a flat-footed stance in front of Ramirez, who was firing punches in desperation. With a slight smile creasing his face, Whitaker casually ducked and slipped everything Ramirez could throw at him. At one point he sat on a lower strand of the ropes; Ramirez still could not hit him. Tiring of that, Whitaker arose and strolled away from his frustrated challenger, contemptuously turning his back on his beaten opponent.

Obviously annoyed by the champion's antics, judge Syd Nathan gave the last round to Ramirez, but he gave the fight to Whitaker 117-111. In the opinion of judges Larry O'Connell and Miguel Donate, Whitaker did not lose a round. O'Connell, who scored the last round even, had the fight 120-109. Donate gave the champion a clean slate, 120-108.