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Some might have suggested that, after a 22 month absence from the ring, there'd be a certain element of rust around Floyd Mayweather. Not after this performance.
"Money" Mayweather, as he prefers to be called these days, looked every bit as deadly as the man who took Ricky Hatton to pieces in Vegas last time out as he used Hitman Like precision in dismantling the contender, Mexican Juan Manuel Marquez.
Going into the fight, both fighters were keen to enhance their stakes as pound-for-pound King of the Ring and the chance to be compared to Manny Pacquiao, the Filipino who mercilessly destroyed Hatton and Oscar De La Hoya. Marquez was always at a disadvantage, his last fight was at 9'9 and scraped in at 10'2 in comparison to Mayweather's better-built 10'6.
If Mayweather truely was the heavier of the two, it certainly didn't show. There were times during the first seven rounds that you could've sworn that Marquez was infact fighting a Mayweather-sized bubble of air; the speed shown in dealing damage and escaping before any harm was phenomenal and left the Mexican completely overwhelmed.
Mayweather danced and pranced his way around the ring, prodding for weaknesses and then pouncing on any opening with aplomb. He tempted the Mexican into action by poking his chin out, before whipping it away in the blink of an eye with nothing but a fist in it's place. Marquez was the sacrificial lamb, sent in to merely act as entertainment for the Fighter within Mayweather that has lay dormant for almost two years
Towards the end of the fight, specifically in the 9th and 10th rounds, that infamous Mexican grit shone through and Marquez tested Pretty Boy Floyd, rocking him once in particular. This only acted as further impetus, however, and was nowhere near enough to topple a display that boasted frightening speed and accuracy. When the fighters rose for the final round, Mayweather let out a grin and lept out of his stool... Marquez, his face bruised, battered and beaten, let out a grimace.
It's been said recently, and arguably proved by his recent profile-boosting jaunt into the WWE, that Mayweather talks a better game than he fights. To a certain extent this is true, as it is with any self-confident Champion of the Ring and this was some way short of his most devastating.
While a cold compress awaits Marquez, Sugar Shane Molesley awaits Mayweather. He was in the crowd watching, waiting, wishing for the chance to make his name against the best... So much so he felt the need to jump into the ring and disrupt Mayweather's post-fight interviews. Try as Shane might, There's only one fight the world wants to see now. Mayweather Manny.
"Money" Mayweather, as he prefers to be called these days, looked every bit as deadly as the man who took Ricky Hatton to pieces in Vegas last time out as he used Hitman Like precision in dismantling the contender, Mexican Juan Manuel Marquez.
Going into the fight, both fighters were keen to enhance their stakes as pound-for-pound King of the Ring and the chance to be compared to Manny Pacquiao, the Filipino who mercilessly destroyed Hatton and Oscar De La Hoya. Marquez was always at a disadvantage, his last fight was at 9'9 and scraped in at 10'2 in comparison to Mayweather's better-built 10'6.
If Mayweather truely was the heavier of the two, it certainly didn't show. There were times during the first seven rounds that you could've sworn that Marquez was infact fighting a Mayweather-sized bubble of air; the speed shown in dealing damage and escaping before any harm was phenomenal and left the Mexican completely overwhelmed.
Mayweather danced and pranced his way around the ring, prodding for weaknesses and then pouncing on any opening with aplomb. He tempted the Mexican into action by poking his chin out, before whipping it away in the blink of an eye with nothing but a fist in it's place. Marquez was the sacrificial lamb, sent in to merely act as entertainment for the Fighter within Mayweather that has lay dormant for almost two years
Towards the end of the fight, specifically in the 9th and 10th rounds, that infamous Mexican grit shone through and Marquez tested Pretty Boy Floyd, rocking him once in particular. This only acted as further impetus, however, and was nowhere near enough to topple a display that boasted frightening speed and accuracy. When the fighters rose for the final round, Mayweather let out a grin and lept out of his stool... Marquez, his face bruised, battered and beaten, let out a grimace.
It's been said recently, and arguably proved by his recent profile-boosting jaunt into the WWE, that Mayweather talks a better game than he fights. To a certain extent this is true, as it is with any self-confident Champion of the Ring and this was some way short of his most devastating.
While a cold compress awaits Marquez, Sugar Shane Molesley awaits Mayweather. He was in the crowd watching, waiting, wishing for the chance to make his name against the best... So much so he felt the need to jump into the ring and disrupt Mayweather's post-fight interviews. Try as Shane might, There's only one fight the world wants to see now. Mayweather Manny.
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