
Originally Posted by
StillIs
On a crisp January morning, Ricky Hatton meets with his camp, along with the camp of an undisclosed fighter whom he will be fighting next. Hatton and his team arrive in the board room and see 4 men in business suits. Ricky thinks to himself ,"hmmmm, these must be the managers of the next tomato can I get to fight. I look forward to signing the contract and then heading off to enjoy some tea and crumpets for brunch." Then Ricky's manager says, "Guess what Ricky, these men are here because our next fight won't be against a bum." Hatton, with his voice cracking replies, "Oh really, that's great, who am I fighting." Hatton's manager replies, "These men represent Jose Luis Castillo, and they've offered us a fight of Jose challenging you for your title." Sweat then begins to pour from Ricky's head, as he then says, with a forced smile, and again a strangely cracking voice "oh, good, I can't wait to fight him in my own backyard with that same ref from the Kostya fight." Hatton's manager then replies, "No Ricky, you see, the fight is going to take place in America, and it will be a different ref." Hatton, now with his voice sounding like Shaggy from Scooby Doo, and sweat mysteriously pouring down his face, even though the room is fully airconditioned, replies, "Golly, that's wonderful. Oh wait, ring-a-ling-a-ling, ring-aling-aling (hatton covering his mouth and making a ringing sound as if a phone is ringing). Hey look at that my cell phone is ringing, let me grab this." Ricky then begins speaking into a cell phone that strangely does not even look like it's turned on. "Oh really? No. What? Well ok, if that's the way it has to be." Ricky then puts the phone back in his pocket and says, 'I just got a call from the president of the IBF and he says I have to fight the winner of 2 tomato cans. Sorry fellas. Would have loved to mix it up with Castillo, but I gotta abide by the rules. Have a nice day!"
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