The consensus is that the P4P entrant Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao, 49-3-2, 37 KO’s, has no equal. The phenomenal Pinoy package from General Santos City, Philippines, has defied the odds from whereat he started as a budding super flyweight—until now—and there’s no telling how much he’ll want to reach and go.
The latest anticipated war he’s about to engage in is a face-off with Miguel Angel Cotto, 34-1, 27 KO’s.
Cotto, for some reason or another comes across as a quiet and humble disciple…with abundances of discipline not seen in most fighters. His continuous obedience to Bob Arum has taught me a real sense of humility—which I have often wondered looking at would be the perfect definition to loyalty.
Loyalty works both ways, and Miguel Cotto has given as well as he’s taken to being the model prizefighter who painstakingly stayed a super lightweight for the beneficial growth we’re about to embark on in seeing.
Whether Miguel took to an inhumane dieting to remain a sacrificial lamb for Pacquiao remains to be seen. Cotto has broken off with his Uncle Evangelista Cotto, in quest of his new trainer and dietician-health provider Mr. Santiago, a parcel of what MAC had for infusing debatable strategy to other heights—amongst other things.
Take nothing of how Miguel and Evangelista took to the streets fist fighting in Puerto Rico to make the breakup any more official, and you have a Miguel Cotto that’s determined to place his destiny in plain sight in spite whatever dysfunction you may or may not have to say about it.
GBP Sugar Shane Mosley rushed to a sales pitch of 140 pound to disrupt Cotto-Pacquiao negotiations, but the GDP in their fight showed insurmountable numbers for the Pan Pacific-Caribbean US territories, and the United States. In theory, Pacquiao is going to be brutalized. And I still can’t believe he accepted Cotto’s conditional weigh-in proposition much as I find it amusing to hear Mosley willing to fight at a disservice 140.
Why? Either Mosley knows he can beat them with one hand tied behind his back, or we’re just all delusional. Manny’s speed for avoidance to engage isn’t going to help getting offensively popped by Cotto, but the possibility could be there that Cotto poops a little out on his gas tank.
Power Department
Pac isn’t going to be the big welterweight in the ring, Cotto will be. He’s an accurate precision puncher who wastes no moves, warranted indefensible body attacks worked from hard jabs—and almost never neglects those lascivious left hooks of his. His right hand is also powerful.
Put it this way, does anybody think Manny can hold up to Cotto’s punches? Maybe 143 would have been his better bet, however this fight isn’t at junior welterweight …but in welterweight, a weight Cotto can easily fly within his normal weight like a plain dead lift, should be his strengths.
Miguel Cotto is the bigger guy.
Manny should be moving as fast as his legs could take him, jabbing and extremely leery of that resourceful left hook accompanied unparallel overhand rights of Cotto’s. He’ll box smartly for the early rounds, but so will Cotto.
On Manny’s power under the microscope, his demolition over Ricky Hatton has been an eyebrow raiser; it is Pacquiao’s job to convince whether the speculation is correct about Miguel Cotto’s full welterweight status.
Speed
Pacquiao uses his variety of punches to ease up on his appropriate place of picking things up. He is known to steal precious rounds in even closer fights.
For the Boricua Cotto, a pressure fighter—who by defeating Sugar Shane Mosley at a punchers game became rudimentary—as the result shortly turned elementary, is why we’re here talking Cotto - Pacquiao today. November’s 2007 Sugar Shane misconstrued his byproduct of 8-ounce boxing gloves to derail Cotto—and instead found no solace for the inside—or any arbitration outside, as Cotto retained his WBA Welterweight title by decision in his second defense wearing Mosley’s preferred punchers’ mitts.
Guts (Intestinal Fortitude)
Making no misnomer about Manny Pacquiao, he’s won six world titles in staggering fashion hence 112 thru junior-welterweight classes. And last year the diminutive Pacman superimposed his wherewithal to the Henry Armstrong theme winning belts at 130 and 135 pounds defeating Juan Manuel “Dinamita” Marquez and David Diaz, but his world celebration toasted glasses in droves when he thwarted “The Golden Boy” Oscar De La Hoya as a welterweight, a peculiarly bigger world drawn by that feat having worked for what he had sown in 2008.
His one-punch knockout over Hatton in El Segundo de Mayo in round 2 of this year showed he was about as “junior-welterweight” as his brethren Ricky laid sprawled on his back getting counted out…. not to mention Pacman actually attaining and lifting an elusive junior welterweight strap off of Ricky’s waist in the process.
Pacquiao wasn’t intent on returning after defeating golden boy thru the name limitations of a banned Antonio Margarito fighting in the US, to a Paul “The Punisher” Williams who fights two higher weights from 147, but now he’s gotten sucked in for an upcoming HBO Pay-Per-View MGM Grand spectacular in November.
Cotto’s acquisition process was made inside Top Rank’s stable all the while, and the native of Caguas, Puerto Rico, Three-time champion Miguel Cotto has always answered the call. Currently the most exciting fighter in Puerto Rican tradition since Felix Trinidad, Cotto, remains the island’s frontrunner along with 122 pound junior featherweight sensation, Juanma Lopez, who runs a close second.
Cotto won numerous awards in Spanish media, and has been the guaranteed ticket seller of Madison Square Garden this decade in years. A former WBO Light Welterweight Champion, and six-time defender 2004-06, Cotto’s also the former WBA Welterweight Champion captured in 2006, and in his most recent, the WBO Welterweight Title won last February with his stunning KO over Michael Jennings in the fifth.
MAC has been the head of his herd as an original throwback prizefighter for the ages.
His early going consisted of professional prizefights averaging three in a seven-week stretch; and Miguel became so adamant about staying active that he trailed behind nobody in arriving early; and the last to leave at the gym.
He’s nixed Sugar Shane Mosley and Zab Judah in his most satisfying wins to date.
Weight
Does Miguel Cotto’s WBO Welterweight Title placed on the line really matter?
Will the sanctioning fee be a walkover for a real challenge he faces, because up till now about the only thing that should be pristine is the ultimate meet for The Ring’s P4P entrant, and titles will undoubtedly have to take a backseat when it comes to the elite in the game. The weights are particularly unconscionable to be placed other than a “Catch-weight” for MAC, shortened a couple pounds, though no sanctioning body would ever in there right minds attempt to not consider one way or another the victor deserving it. Two, three, what the heck make it four pounds tipped on the scale makes no difference whatsoever come fight time.
Does anybody really want to dispute that Miguel wouldn’t be closer to super welterweight come fight time? No I didn’t think so. Manny won’t be far behind for this one; and much unlike the one he came in for golden boy in which he swift and sleekly incorporated to outspend and out hustle Oscar…. Pacquiao will use his few extra pounds in the dais to show a more composite sketch with less density for his adversary to accommodate satisfactory levels each. Strength will play a huge part in the fight—with a bailout plan in skills for each combatant.
Money ($)
There is the approximate speculation that Cotto can earn up to 15 million dollars for this fight. Pacquiao will roughly get 12 1/2 million—plus a minimum of 3 million as an extra-added bonus incentive of the Pay-Per-View revenue deservedly—and at these gaudy prices its expectant a “Fight of The Year,” merited especially if it’ll live up to the kind of hoopla rematches fans ogle over.
Pride
They’ll be plenty nationalistic pride in the match. The Typhoon versus the Hurricane, Taino versus Pinoy, however what it really comes down to is a colossal strike that will leave one combatant feeling the effects.
Which one will win?
A side bit of record Henry Armstrong in Los Angels fought 10 hard rounds March 1st 1940; having the sentiment in appearing to have defeated middleweight champion Ceferino Garcia; if it weren’t for referee George Blake calling it a draw—Armstrong would have conquered a fourth world title.
Histrionics
On March 12, 1959, Carlos Ortiz won the vacant junior-welterweight title when Kenny Lane refused to come out to commence the third round. The renaissance of that would begin to pay dividends—as Ortiz beat the contention to his throne. A hellish thought crept in the mind of Ortiz’s manager, and before long Carlos dropped weight in order for a shot at the more glamorized Lightweight division of which Joe Brown held the distinction.
So on April 21st 1962, in Las Vegas, Ortiz’s welterweight frame wouldn’t be an understatement if we chose to say looked no less frail in his new skin…and pounced a 15 round decision over the lineal Ex-Lightweight champ Joe.
Philippines hurdler Flash Elorde was arguably the longstanding junior-lightweight that decade who actually fought in several other weights occasionally, but his official mantra was 130.
His staying power enormous; speed impeccable, and boxing style? Let’s just say one of the best to be witnessed as an All-time future great. Talk gathered, Ortiz’s virtual duality in the ranks got people to thinking. How could he remain undisputedly top tier both Lineal Super Lightweight and Lightweight for a challenge?
To add to the often times exaggerated talk about the psychology behind him having demons fighting alcohol (whisky his preferred drink at the time), that it made Ortiz one mean hombre who would knockdown a wall need be preventing him from his lifestyle to some degree. There had to be an overabundance amount of overly confident swag to the Elorde entourage upon hearing Ortiz’s exploits, and the more news that came out that he liked strong drink, the more it enticed.
For all we know the rumors might’ve invited tees to the elixir of privilege, an almost valid observation if Team-Elorde only knew how it angered the Lightweight Champion. What they didn’t know behind the scenes was that when it came to training Ortiz… he became reclusive to the extent of ominous and unfathomable concentration. Roadwork and plenty fish oil foods with chuck stakes were fed to Carlos to truly restore his physical stature for a fit fighter.
There were cantankerous rumors surfacing that in the Lane fight they held up a bottle of whisky to ravel his nerve and commitment to fire upon his adversary; a ploy that if so enraged Ortiz to the point of the result why Kenny Lane refused to come out of his corner. Carlos by now earned the reputation to cave ribs, and fracture cheek bones with a vengeance and kind of fervor unseen in most prizefighters.
Always have been trainers who get to know what buttons to push in their fighter; and I suspect Ortiz’s trainer knew his. Former John Ruiz trainer Norman Stone might not be your conventional trainer; but with it he understood John on what exactly made him tick; and without it we wouldn’t have seen not two; but three suburb fights in the Heavyweight Evander Holyfield wars!
Sales went on in high volume for the anticipated fight between Ortiz and Elorde. The easy misnomer of bum entered in thoughts about what Ortiz was really made of. Yes Elorde was presumed the best junior-lightweight on the planet; and his record spoke for itself in being the second to none uninterrupted 130 reign that time; until Sammy Serrano took the longest reign in junior-lightweight history tenure; but for the major duration Flash’s carrier ruling the 130 pound category he was very ruthless, savvy, and a phantasm of a boxer few could locate inside the ring, until the date of February 1964, and in a display of savagery and guile, no day after Valentine’s Day could be a misfortune in not recognizing agonizing at the amount of bleeding from the cuts Elorde withstood, nonetheless recognizable in Manila, Philippines, from the battering. Ortiz retained his Lightweight crown by TKO victory in the fourteenth.
Wouldn’t be till April 1965 when Ortiz lost by decision to Ismael Laguna (W 15) in Panama, and regained it from the guy who took it that November returned in kindness (W 15). However that blemish on Elorde’s record kept coming back to haunt him—wouldn’t leave well alone be and wanted that illustrious Lightweight title, and in New York, on November 28th 1966, a monstrous combination by the Puerto Rican floors Flash Elorde for the first time in his career—and Ortiz takes his time to pick him apart—only this hour Carlos Ortiz insists to make the initial repeat performance stick like a branding iron, kayoing Elorde in deliberate fashion in the 14th round!
Source: ringsidereport.com
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