Cotto was getting tired..... Margafucko was coming on..... "karma" was what TKO'ed Margafucko..... blah, blah, blah. All this frigging bitterness (ha-ha-ha).
It was a TOTALLY different fight from the first one. Cotto's face was marked up, but SO WHAT? It wasn't busted up like it was in their first fight, when Margafucko (by now obviously) used the plaster wraps to break up Cotto's face and almost end his career. Cotto was tired? He was STILL moving, STILL boxing, STILL choosing when to engage Margafucko. In the middle rounds he began to engage Margafucko with toe-to-toe exchanges, ripping the scumbag with hooks to the face. HE was calling the shots, not the douche bag. The doctor, as he CLEARLY said after the fight, could've stopped the fight a few rounds earlier. He let it go on, but nothing was changing. Only that Cotto was hammering Margafucko some more, and the eye was getting worse. The only thing the doctor did wrong in MY eyes was to NOT let the fight go on. I would've liked to have seen MORE damage to the asshole's face, and maybe a KTFO.
Margafucko, along with his legions of testicle-lickers, were reduced to crying, bitching and whining about how the low-life was coming on..... how he woulda, coulda, shoulda.
Now it's over, and Cotto is once again the toast of boxing. What is Margafucko? Some damaged old has been..... who got what he deserved, and can now crawl back to whatever hole he crawled out from under. History will not treat him very well. He'll always be remembered as a cheater, who once he got found out, became nothing more than a glorified club fighter.
But for those of you who continue being bitter, maybe you can go visit Margafucko and take turns letting him take out his frustrations on you in an angry, sexual way.

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