If Saturday's fight between Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Victor Ortiz is anything like the war of words at Friday's weigh-in, then "Money" will pull out a quick and "Vicious" victory to claim the WBC Welterweight belt and set up an epic match with Manny Pacquiao.
Everything goes pretty much according to script—cheers for Ortiz, jeers for "Pretty Boy" Floyd, more bravado and machismo than you can shake a stick at—until young Vic decides to flash his waist-wear to the attendant crowd. Not to be upstaged, Mayweather makes his way to the front of the podium, gives Ortiz a "polite" tap on his love-handles, and once he has Ortiz's attention, gets right up in his grill, nose-to-nose, spewing out trash talk with more cubic force than Chad Ochocinco in a wind tunnel.
A head swerve here, a head swerve there, and all of a sudden, Mayweather's got his right pointer finger dug into Ortiz's jugular like he's about to pull the trigger until it goes click.
Because nobody messes with The Money.
But the jawing doesn't end there—far from it. Moments later, Mayweather's got his hand wrapped around Ortiz's neck like he's ready to make the kid his next abuse victim. Their posses intervene, and not a moment too soon, though the two sides continue to taunt one another. Pay close attention to Ortiz's green-clad lads, one of whom fires off an always-intimidating crotch chop.
Mayweather is known best for his defense in the ring, but he was clearly on the offensive in this preliminary round. A strong attack out of the gate like that, and Mayweather will put this fight to bed well before it ever goes the distance.
Which should leave him plenty more time to badmouth "Pac-Man," firing off yet another salvo in a rivalry that has amounted to little more than a cold war to this point.