By Reni M. Valenzuela: Juan Manuel Marquez is coming to fight, while Manny Pacquiao is coming to finish him. Marquez wants vindication. Pacquiao wants conclusion. Shocks may fill the ring, and beyond, but which wouldn’t be shocks to those who could perceive them coming anyway between determined elite fighters of classic “rematch” series inside a brass arena.
This time around, Kenny Bayless cannot be allowed to officiate at bay wearing dark colored lens to avoid “seeing” a slide as a knockdown by an “opticless” referee like when Pacquiao clearly slipped and got a wrong/bias call from him in 2011 Pacquiao-Mosley. An apology of Bayless to Pacman immediately after the fight tells something could be more behind the words.
This time around the judges are required to have eyes to do the scoring, but the boxers may have none to see the light. Both may likely be impaired in vision as soon as the initial bell rings but one could be helplessly blindfolded. And it may not take a long stretch of gallop for the ring’s third man to wave his hands or for compassionate corner to throw in the towel.
This time around, the fight should be so intense wherein one of the boxers could be down on the floor bad enough to cause the sudden halt of the contest.
This time around, Pacquiao and Marquez may seem total strangers to each other as if they haven’t met three times in the past and as though they’ve just gone out of their cocoons. The two are basically of the same size at welterweight and the rivalry is evenly matched, but the story may turn out to be a David and Goliath true fable.
Steroids or PEDs are performance enhancing myth for athletes. They actually cause harm and inflict untold damage to the users even long after their retirement. Hence, quadrilogy to showcase true strength should be the way the Pacquiao-Marquez event is going.
The December 8 MGM show ought to be a clash of rockets loaded with sling shots and brimstones; a battle to be waged from different unknown directions, but from one familiar solitary stronghold for the warring camps. The motivations are strong and compelling for Pacman and Dinamita. The stakes are great, the competition is tight fierce, the keys are concealed and the breath is combustive. The enthusiastic anticipation in the air casts glitters above the clouds for expectations are high.
Marquez has every reason in the world to put everything on the line in order to win convincingly, though he has reasons above everything else to consider life after boxing. Pacquiao, for his part, has zero willingness to abandon loft in controversial conquests of Marquez, tired as he is over the issues, though he runs out of excuses if he wins or “wins” again only by mere “points” should he be serious to prove without a doubt that he’s a cut above Marquez.
The fourth and final reckoning has arrived.
Tomorrow, Saturday night in Vegas (Sunday morning in Manila), the people ought to see not Mama Kissing Santa Claus, but Pacquiao and Marquez “ripping” each other inside the squared circle before cameras that would bring them to millions of fans eager for a lift and entertainment and to countless of viewers worldwide who are curious to know what’s what in the phenomenon.
All of the above are probabilities. Though, if the leading actors for this mega production would simply be coming to play wet and go amiss in fulfilling their vows of coming to “fight” and coming to “finish,” everyone would rather be happily assured without failure, that Santa Claus is Coming to Town.
“Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I’m telling you why… so be good for goodness sake.”