The dawn of a new day starts with the sun rising in the east.
Eventually, when the day ends, that same heavenly body can be seen slowly setting in the west.
Fortunately, it really did, Saturday night. Well, except for the fact that it wasn't slow.
Newly-crowned super lightweight czar and reigning pound for pound king Manny Pacquiao, the best the east has to offer displayed a performance that was beyond description. Making short-work of Manchester pride Ricky Hatton, the best the west has to offer.
After several months in anticipation, the much awaited "fight of the century" came into fruition just moments ago.
However, there is a big irony.
We've waited ages for something that ended in just a blink of an eye.
Pacquiao must be in a hurry. We can't really blame him, the enjoyment brought about by the lights of Vegas must be really that enticing to give him a genuine motivation to end the fight as quickly as possible.
Perhaps, he was thinking of slot machines, shopping, maybe?
But I guess it has something to do with "money" (Money May).
A powerful shot to the jaw ended the fight with less than a minute to go before the end of round two.
No one expected this to be this easy even Freddie Roach miscalculated the outcome, predicting a third round TKO win for Pacquiao.
The fight saw a focused and determined Pacquiao weaving in and out of trouble, while at the same time connecting vicious and brutal assaults that seemingly almost always found the target—which is Hatton's jaw, body, face...simply put, every part of Hatton's battle-tested body.
Pacquiao moved like a storm against the Manchester hero, scoring three knockdowns. Two in the first round and in the second round landing the final lethal blow that shocked and stunned Hatton together with all his 25,000 supporters who flew to Las Vegas .
Perhaps London bridge was really falling down.
Hence, the question is..."Who will stop the Pacific storm?"