Antonio Margarito's face is a warning to Pacquiao's future foes.
Below is an excerpt from my book Rex Mundi Chronicles. Seems an apt description of how Margarito must have felt inside the ring with Pacquiao.
You look the beast square in the eye and you twitched.
A moment of hesitation and you found yourself writhing in agony - the only good part is your conscious of it. It means you're still alive. But before you could figure out for how long, you found yourself being hurled from pillar to post*. "A couple of minutes perhaps", you are sure now.
You were told it was all routine. A mere sweeping of the dust with a pay of a king's ransom should have tipped you off. You should have known better. It was too good to be true.
A moment of hesitation and you found yourself writhing in agony - the only good part is your conscious of it. It means you're still alive. But before you could figure out for how long, you found yourself being hurled from pillar to post*. "A couple of minutes perhaps", you are sure now.
You were told it was all routine. A mere sweeping of the dust with a pay of a king's ransom should have tipped you off. You should have known better. It was too good to be true.
"You're totally screwed man!" is an obvious truth that reverberates mockingly...
The whole thing spelled disaster and you were unable to read it. Well' you did but it was all too late.
*wall to wall in the book.
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