Ramadan Hiseni Upsets Alexandre Gaumont On Points

Alexandre Gaumont came out at the Casino du Lac-Leamy like a man intent on keeping his perfect record intact without overcomplicating the night. He set about Ramadan Hiseni with early purpose, letting his hands go in brisk combinations and trying to make the visitor fight at the local man’s pace, the kind of sharp, eager start that usually buys you a quiet second half. Hiseni, though, hadn’t crossed an ocean to play the gracious guest. He was loose, a touch frondeur, and happy to make faces and gestures in the gaps, part showman, part irritant, while he looked for ways to spoil Gaumont’s rhythm.

The fight quickly became the sort of ten-rounder where both men have their moments, and neither is prepared to pretend otherwise. Gaumont did land plenty of his better work in spells—good, clean clusters that ought to win rounds anywhere—but Hiseni proved the cannier operator as the minutes wore on. He adjusted after the early going, grew more comfortable with the speed, and began pulling Gaumont into clinches and scruffy close-quarters exchanges, starving the Quebec puncher of the room he needed to punch with full effect. It was clever, slightly ugly, and entirely the point.

There was also the matter of Hiseni’s temperament, which seemed designed to test the patience of everyone within three rows. He spent long stretches with a loose guard and the occasional hands-down pose, inviting Gaumont to overreach and then making him pay in small ways, turning him, leaning on him, nicking shots in the clinch, and generally making sure the home fighter had to earn every clean second. It didn’t stop Gaumont from landing; it just stopped him from building the kind of sustained momentum that takes a close fight and turns it into a comfortable one.

By the time the bout reached the late rounds, the crowd had that uneasy sense that the visitor was enjoying himself far too much. Gaumont was still trying to force the issue, but the repeated grappling had blunted his tempo, and Hiseni—ruse intact—kept finding his way through the guard often enough to keep the judges engaged. Then came the key moment in the ninth: Hiseni finally produced the cleanest spell of the fight, a flurry that sent Gaumont down to the canvas. It was Gaumont’s first visit to the floor as a professional, and in a tight fight, it landed with the thud of inevitability.

Gaumont rose and fought on, but the arithmetic had shifted. In these fights, you can outbox a man for pockets of rounds and still lose the story with one bad minute, and that knockdown was the kind that changes how the last round feels, less like a finish, more like a rescue mission. When the final bell went, neither man looked entirely sure what three scorecards might say, though Hiseni’s body language suggested he’d quite enjoyed the trip after all.

The judges returned identical cards of 96–93 across the board for Ramadan Hiseni, a unanimous decision that handed Gaumont his first professional defeat over ten rounds at middleweight. Hiseni’s tactics, spoiling at close range, nicking rounds with craft, and producing the one decisive moment late, proved enough on a night when Gaumont’s better combinations never quite translated into a fight he could control from start to finish.