Cotto vs. Margarito

I had a dream…

Cotto was cruising along into the middle rounds outboxing and generally avoiding any long exchanges with Antonio. The taller man just couldn’t land anything without being beaten to the punch by Cotto, who would then slink away.

Then it happened. Antonio clipped Cotto on the chin stunning him. A swift follow up of hooks and uppercuts had the Puerto Riccan on the ropes struggling to survive. In desperation, Cotto produced a hard shot between the legs of his assailant, who surprisingly was not hurt but rather pulled his shorts down to reveal a shining Calvin Klein steel low blow warder ™.

The look on Cotto’s face was pure despair as he realized he could lose in gory fashion and sooner rather than later.

In the champions corner, one of the cornermen tries to ring the bell to end the round even though it was only 55 seconds into the 6^th. However, a popcorn waitress spotted the dodgy action and promptly slapped him hard on the back of his hand. The embarassed sabatuer cringes and returns to his seat.

Body blows take their toll on the Welterweight beltholder who now has a visible river of chunky, custardlike ooze dribbling down his chin onto the canvas. Bits of Salami and other Pizza ingredients betray what he had for lunch. Another storm of punches lands, this can’t continue.

The referee waves it off and signals to the bucketboys to clean up the vomit.