Daniel Jacobs (L) punches Peter Quillin during their middleweight bout on Dec. 5, 2015 in Brooklyn. Photo by Al Bello/Getty Images)

BROOKLYN – Two glittering records, belonging to two athletes at their primes, with intra-borough bragging rights adding an extra dimension of interest to the affair: the Daniel Jacobs vs. Peter Quillin middleweight tangle had on paper the makings of a sweet scuffle.

For its brevity, it was more than compelling, though nothing resembling sweet for Quillin.

Jacobs came out firing, buzzed Quillin, and didn’t let up. He strafed the foe with shots galore, and the referee, Harvey Dock, waved it off, with Quillin on drunken legs at Barclays Center.

A right hand hurt Quillin, the winner saw it, and he went into closer mode. Just 1:25 elapsed, but everyone in the building had their fill of drama, with jaws agape everywhere you looked.

After the win, Jacobs received a Champ of Brooklyn belt from Eric Adams, the borough president and Barclays boss Brett Yormark. Jim Gray explained that the ref thought Quillin was too out of it to continue. Jacobs said that “speed kills,” and that he went in for the kill when he knew he had him hurting. He said that he told the loser that he loved him, and that he wishes him all the best. He said he’d be happy to give Quillin another shot.

Jacobs went 27-53 (in punches connected) in the short contest, to 2-16 for the loser.

Quillin said after to Gray of Showtime that he was OK. He was asked if the ref did the right thing, and he said he knew where he was. He will think about what’s next, and said a rematch might be an option. He was ultra classy, giving Jacobs full props.

Jacobs came in with a 30-1 record, 27 knockouts, the WBA’s “regular” 160-pound belt snaked around his waist. Quillin was 32-0-1 (23 KOs), an ex-beltholder at 160 looking to re-gain some hardware. Jacobs came in boasting that he was Brooklyn born and bred, in the Brownsville section notable for turning out rugged battlers. Quillin makes Brooklyn home, no small thing being that he came to NYC to make his bones, from Grand rapids, and had a stint being homeless. Jacobs had the extra mental edge coming in, maybe, being that he’d faced down cancer three plus years ago.

Cuellar defeats Oquendo by unanimous decision

The WBA featherweight title was up for grabs in the co-featured bout to the Jacobs-Quillin showdown, with “regular” titleholder Jesus Cuellar repping Argentina, against Puerto Rican challenger Jonathan Oquendo.

The Argentine had a strength and power edge, not to the point that he could stop Oquendo, but enough so his offense stood out to the judges. After 12 rounds of fair to middlin’ action, the arbiters offered a winner: Cuellar, by scores of 116-111, 116-111, 120-107.

The 28-year-old lefty had the WBA’s interim crown and graduated to the regular crown, defending it versus ultra-vet Vic Darchinyan his last time out. His work was consistent, if not flashy. The loser, he wasn’t busy enough, didn’t exhibit the effort which advertised he needed to wrest that strap away.

In the first, Cuellar was the attacker, coming forward, slashing. His foe, coming off a career best win over Jhonny Gonzalez, stood tall, stayed in the pocket. He landed a lead right late, in a competitive first. In the second, Oquendo wanted to land that lead right on the lefty, sagely. The champ was in charge, by a bit. To the third…the titlist stalked, throwing punches in bunches, backing up the PR boxer.

In round four, down went Oquendo. There was clinching and grappling after, and the champ kept on with his paw jab, and power punch follows. The knockdown came off tangled legs, replay showed. To round five; the PR man wanted to land that right, time it correctly. He ate a straight left, best punch of the round, however.

In the sixth, it was more of the same. Cuellar couldn’t time Oquendo to achieve max effect with his launches. To the seventh…Cuellar looked to lure Oquendo in, backed up, hoped to catch him being lazy coming in. No luck…To round eight; Cuellar got cooking at 1:20. But not enough to keep the crowd jazzed. Oquendo wasn’t taking any risks here.

To the 10th, we saw Cuellar land some clean whacks but the PR man’s chin held up. In the 11th, Oquendo was same as before, not offensive minded enough to show he craved that crown. To the 12th, it was more of that same, the champ taking the round, landing but not to the effect the crowd desired. We went to the scorecards.