The Hammer in The House! –Brown Decisions Hampton – Hunter Dominates Smith, V-Hustle!
By: George H. Hanson Jr., Esq.
Date: November 22, 2025
Venue: The Alan Horowitz “Sixth Man Center” – Philadelphia, PA
Promoters: Dominic Walton—Teflon Promotions
Matchmaker: Dominic Walton
Ring Announcer: James Bartley
Referees: Shawn Clark & Marcel Varela
Ringcard Ladies: Jaimye Murphy & Nia Richardson
Timekeeper: Alice “The G.O.A.T” Grady
Coverage: Millions.co
Commentators: Marc Abrams, “Hammerin” Hank Lundy & Chris Kennedy
Gloves: “Put Up Your Dukes” brand – www.kdukesboxing.com
Photos: Darryl Cobb Jr., Gee Raw Images & Golden Visual Photography
I guess after getting inducted into the Pennsylvania Boxing Hall of Fame on October 12th, it is now time to enjoy the fruits of my labor. After our Marian Anderson Boxing Gym triumvirate (me, Coach Kahlil, and Coach Charles “Cornbread” Ramey) agreed early in the week that Devin “The Dream” Haney was going to defeat Brian Norman — the WBO World Welterweight Champion — and become a three-division world champion tonight in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, I made sure to secure press credentials to witness two of Philadelphia’s rising stars: featherweight Rasheen “Sugar Sheed” Brown (13 wins – 1 loss – 0 draws – 8 KOs) and 19-year-old junior welterweight Kadeem “Speedy” Hunter (6 wins – 0 losses – 0 draws – 5 KOs) on tonight’s card by Teflon Promotions — seven bouts featuring prospects from Philadelphia, Baltimore, Detroit, and Las Vegas.
There was no need to stay home and watch Haney secure the trifecta; we were all confident that he would give Norman a lecture on the art of the sweet science, working behind the best jab in boxing. Equally important, I didn’t want to miss the debut of my friend — former junior-welterweight world title challenger “The Hammer” Hank Lundy — as an official ringside commentator, or that of cruiserweight Vaughn “V Hustle” Adams entering the punch-for-pay ranks with smaller gloves and no headgear.
I arrived approximately fifteen minutes before the opening bell and bumped into “The Hammer” on my way to press row. Demonstrating sartorial splendor — decked out in an exquisite black dinner jacket, matching slacks grazing the top of his ankles, a white shirt, and black bowtie — The Hammer, who was originally scheduled for tonight’s main event against cross-town rival Naim “Nightmare” Nelson, informed me that he had officially retired and that commentating was now his career transition, lending his insight and wisdom to broadcast teams. Tonight, he joined Marc Abrams and Chris Kennedy to broadcast the festivities for Millions.co.
Tonight’s main event — the sixth bout, a scheduled eight-rounder featuring featherweights — showcased the ultra-talented Rasheen “Sugar Sheed” Brown, fighting out of the legendary James Shuler Memorial Boxing Gym in West Philadelphia, against the tough, granite-chinned Gary Hampton (6 wins – 2 losses – 0 draws – 0 KOs) of Fort Worth, Texas. Allow me to diverge before reporting on tonight’s action.
When Brown joined the punch-for-pay ranks on August 10, 2018, it was an irrebuttable presumption that he would win a world title in four years or less. However, ten fights over the first three years and four over the last two (eight four-rounders and six six-rounders) isn’t a pace that gets a prodigy into the title discussion. Interestingly, Brown has a record of 30 wins – 3 losses – 1 KO since joining Team Combat League (“TCL”) in March 2024 — the boxing league where fighters assigned to teams face each other in one-round matches across eight weight classes. I intend no disrespect; however, I struggle to grasp why a world-class athlete would compete in TCL when greater financial rewards and prestige come from winning a WBC, WBA, IBF, or WBO world title. Brown fighting for TCL is tantamount to Jalen Hurts, starting quarterback for the Philadelphia Eagles, forgoing 18 months in the NFL to play in the Arena Football League. As we would say in Jamaica — “A wha di bumboclaat dem a duh wid Brown career?”
Tonight, Brown was in rare form — looking like Justify in boxing gloves — effortlessly going through the rounds like the last Triple Crown winner racing to victory in the Kentucky Derby, Preakness Stakes, and Belmont Stakes. Working behind his southpaw jab, he got out of the gates in command, wobbling Hampton in the first twenty seconds with a well-placed straight left. Brown took the lead and never looked back. To his credit, the strong-willed Hampton fought back valiantly, but he was unable to compete with the Philadelphian’s superior boxing skills as Brown confidently displayed his abilities to the hometown crowd.
Sugar Sheed consistently outboxed the Texan, impressing fans with a Kid Gavilan-style left bolo punch early in the third round. The rounds were identical. Hampton did land a good right uppercut in the fifth, but Brown absorbed it like a vacuum cleaner picking up lint off a kitchen floor — unfazed and unbothered, sticking to his game plan of boxing effectively from the outside. In the next round, Brown sent Hampton to the canvas with a right uppercut to the tip of the chin. Shaken, Hampton rose as referee Varela reached the count of three and administered the requisite eight-count before allowing the action to resume. Kudos to Hampton, who fought back and survived the round.
Hampton has a bright future as a thespian. Early in the seventh, Brown caught him with a short left uppercut to the solar plexus, and immediately Hampton delivered an award-winning performance — wincing and clutching his groin, claiming the blow strayed south and made the acquaintance of his gonads. Referee Varela accepted the plea, warned Brown, and gave our aspiring Oscar nominee thirty seconds to recover before resuming the action. Brown kept his composure, stayed behind the jab, and stalked his opponent. Hampton tried to match the Philadelphian’s output, but with about fifteen seconds left in the round, Brown landed another short left uppercut to the solar plexus, dropping Hampton to both knees — a knockdown. He rose at the count of two, and after the customary checks, the action resumed for three seconds before the bell.
Brown pitched a shutout — capturing the eighth and final round, boxing brilliantly from the outside. The sole irregularity occurred when Hampton pushed Brown, causing Brown’s knee to touch the canvas; however, the referee correctly ruled that it was not caused by a punch. It was a pedagogical seminar on the art of pugilism by Professor Rasheen Brown. Two judges scored it 79-71, with the third matching my score of 80-70 — all for Brown, the winner by unanimous decision in an extremely gratifying display of expertise. Hopefully, he is back on the road to a world title.
The co-main event — a six-round junior-welterweight contest — featured undefeated 19-year-old southpaw Kadeem “Speedy” Hunter (6–0, 5 KOs) of Philadelphia against 28-year-old William Smith (4–18–1, 3 KOs) of Anchorage, Alaska. With his trainer/father — Eric “Outlaw” Hunter, former featherweight world title challenger and 2025 Pennsylvania Boxing Hall of Fame inductee — in his corner giving instructions, Speedy gave Smith a tutorial in the art of boxing, winning every round on all three scorecards for a unanimous 60-54 decision.
Speedy answered the bell working behind his southpaw jab to the head and body of the advancing Smith. He stopped on a dime, unloaded heavy artillery, then returned to jabbing. At times he stalked Smith, landing straight lefts and right hooks — punishing him. The rounds were identical, and by the fourth I hoped Smith’s corner would show empathy and stop the fight. Instead, they yelled, “Give this kid a run for his money!” Hunter beat Smith like eight-time Grammy Award winner Gloria Estefan striking the conga drums as a member of Miami Sound Machine. It was one-sided, and I am surprised referee Clark did not intervene given the volume of punches bouncing off Smith’s cranium — a testament to Smith’s durability and spirit. Despite enduring eighteen minutes in a hailstorm of punishment, Smith was upright at the final bell.
In the opening fight — a scheduled four-rounder — 25-year-old Kamari “KB3” Burnside (2–0, 0 KOs) of Las Vegas won a majority decision (39-37 twice, 38-38) over debuting 20-year-old Damion Williams of Washington, D.C. I agreed with the 38-38 score; I had Williams winning the first two rounds, attacking at the bell and landing more punches. Burnside, at 5’10”, towered over his opponent by five inches, so Williams kept the fight at close range, preventing Burnside from using his physical advantages.
Burnside captured rounds three and four on my card — dislodging Williams’ mouthpiece in both rounds. Referee Clark warned him on the second instance: “If it happens again, it’s going to cost you.” Williams made it to the final bell without losing it a third time.
The second bout — a four-rounder — pitted super-middleweight Erick Gainous (7–0, 4 KOs) of Detroit against Michael Lomax (1–1–1, 1 KO) of Chicago. Standing 6’2″, the 26-year-old Gainous is a doppelganger for Houston Texans quarterback C.J. Stroud. I thought Stroud was making the switch from the NFL to professional boxing. The fight began with both men jabbing. Within forty seconds, Gainous sent Lomax to the canvas with a hard straight right — a flash knockdown. Lomax rose quickly, and referee Varela administered the eight-count. Lomax survived the round by maintaining distance and working his jab.
Lomax went down again early in the second, courtesy of another straight right. He rose immediately, and the fight continued. Moments later, during an exchange, Gainous landed two crushing straight rights that sent Lomax flat on his back, unconscious. The referee stopped the fight, and the medical team rushed in. They worked sedulously on Lomax, who regained consciousness and left the ring unassisted. Gainous won by knockout just 37 seconds into round two.
In the third bout, debuting 19-year-old welterweight Tyree “Young Buck” Sawyer of Milwaukee put on a show, winning a unanimous decision (40-36, 39-37 twice) over the tough and talented 29-year-old Rodreko Jennings (2–0, 2 KOs) of Kansas City. The 5’8″, muscular, compact Jennings attacked from the opening bell — launching left hooks and right crosses, hoping to put the teenager to bed. However, Young Buck must be the reincarnation of the late, great Sandy Saddler, because he was as calm as Iceberg Slim counting his take from a busy Friday night in Chicago. He parried, blocked, and used his legs to evade the airstrike. Sawyer targeted the body, landing hard blows to Jennings’ ribs, prompting his corner to yell, “He’s light in the ass!” — referring to Jennings’ ability to withstand the assault. I scored the opening round for Sawyer.
The second round saw Sawyer take full control — picking shots and boxing like a veteran with fifty fights. Midway through, his trainer shouted, “I need you to finish this motherfucker!” Jennings was defiant, coming “to get down, not lay down!” With two knockout victories, he was in uncharted waters — facing a teenager trying to drown him. He fought hard, but Sawyer seemed to anticipate his every move. In the third, Sawyer began switching stances and interacting with the audience — insouciant to the point of carelessness. But I understood what we were witnessing: Sawyer was in the zone — “the state of flow, completely absorbed, performing at the highest level with energized focus and enjoyment.”
The final round was back-and-forth, with Sawyer getting the better of the exchanges. One judge mirrored my 40-36 score; the other two scored it 39-37 — a unanimous decision for Sawyer in a remarkably entertaining bout. It was a spirited performance by Jennings, who was often inches away from landing a knockout punch — but Young Buck was fully alert.
In the battle of southpaws, Aaron “The Game Changer” Anderson (6–0, 4 KOs) of Baltimore faced Travis Floyd (4–16–2, 1 KO) of Atlanta in a scheduled four-round middleweight bout. This marked Anderson’s return after a 6.25-year hiatus — last fighting on August 31, 2019. The Baltimore native, now training in Philadelphia, showed no ring rust, boxing brilliantly behind his jab and attacking the body. Floyd returned fire, but Anderson’s defense was airtight. No knockdowns occurred, but in the third round Anderson landed an overhand left that troubled Floyd, then unleashed an avalanche of punches for nearly thirty seconds. The veteran withstood Anderson’s blows and ended the round standing.
Showing great recuperative powers, Floyd opened the final round with a six-punch combination. But Anderson morphed into Pernell “Sweet Pea” Whitaker — slipping everything by a whisker. Anderson wobbled Floyd twice late in the round with straight lefts, but the savvy veteran mounted his bicycle, retreated, and made it to the final bell of a thrilling fight. The scores were 40-36 and 39-37 for Anderson, while the third judge — in need of a guide dog — somehow scored it 38-38. Nevertheless, the correct fighter won.
Flanked by trainers John “Paperboy” Solomon and Greg Hackett, debuting Philadelphia cruiserweight Vaughn “V-Hustle” Adams exited the dressing room and walked to the ring like Zulu warriors on a triumphant procession to the battlefield. Awaiting him was his opponent for the final bout — a scheduled four-rounder — Mike “The Bethlehem Brawler” Liberto (2–1, 2 KOs) of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
The 35-year-old Adams, standing 6’4″, towered over the 42-year-old Liberto — a professional mixed martial artist turned boxer. The matchup was intriguing: Adams was making a leap from Celebrity Boxing, where gloves are larger and rounds are shorter, into professional prizefighting against a man with three fights and two knockouts. Nevertheless, V-Hustle was supremely confident in the pre-fight interview — predicting Liberto’s demise via first-round knockout.
The bell rang and both men met in the center, exchanging jabs. Liberto connected first with a straight right that grazed Adams’ chin. Adams came to life, acknowledging the punch that reminded him he was in a war. About ten seconds later, Liberto attacked recklessly with a combination. Like a lion in the tall grass of the Serengeti awaiting a wandering wildebeest, Adams countered with a left-right combination that landed flush on Liberto’s chin, sending him to the canvas on both knees as though he were praying. Referee Clark began the count. Liberto rose at four, spat out his mouthpiece, returned to his corner, and ignored the referee’s instructions — prompting the stoppage. Adams secured a technical-knockout victory just 33 seconds into the first round.
I am not one to pontificate, prognosticate, or hesitate — allow me to state my position. V-Hustle is a special project with an extremely bright future, contingent on his pursuit of excellence, his ability to listen to his trainers, and rapid development. In three years, he should break into the top 10 of the world rankings. Adams has the intangibles — size, power, a granite chin, and courage.
It was another exceptional night of boxing from Teflon Promotions. In attendance, looking fit and ready for combat, was former two-time World Cruiserweight Champion Steve “USS” Cunningham seated next to press row. I cannot wait to watch the broadcast; I am confident that Hammerin’ Hank Lundy was not only insightful but also entertaining. Kudos to all the officials and the gorgeous ring-card ladies Jaimye and Nia. Thank you to Allanah Richman of Teflon Promotions’ Public Relations for the comprehensive bout sheet — inclusive of records, ages, weights, heights, and hometowns. I look forward to the next show in February 2026.
Continue to support the sweet science, and remember, always carry your mouthpiece!
ghanson18@icloud.com
