The WAC PAC

Freddie Roach: I want to make sure you are dead before you get in with my fighter. I love Manny, so long as he makes me my money. Bitches need to learn that I'm right about my predictions. Hey Oscar, I may look soft but if you come over tonight with that pretty little outfit I saw you wear on the internet, I'll show you how hard I can get. Michael Moorer: Give me my damn money because your breath stank and you leaned on my counter...errrrrrrr. Foreman Grills...eh...they should be called Moorer Grills....George got lucky. I would like to Thank Freddie for bringing me in off the street. Times are tough for a former LH/HW Champion. You can't believe how many Grandfathers think they can kick my ass just because Old George did it. But I dare not try to engage them. No, not because they are Old and I'm a trained fighter but because I still have those damn nightmares of George's grill size fist coming at my face. Back to Freddie: I love Freddie. So much so that I wish Freddie would ease up on coming to the gym. He needs to relax. I love Freddie. I tell him: "Listen Freddie, I got it covered, now go home and relax...really relax for a long time...I'll call you in the morning or maybe the next day...or maybe a week or month or a year...I'll call ya...just go home Freddie and relax...I got ya covered. Now, somebody owes me two dollars for smelling up my space and leaning on my damn counter. In fact, the price just went up, 5 dollars bitches....gimme my money. Cyclops: I got stabbed 59 times because I fought 5 guys who surrounded me with knives...and I survived. I'm immortal. Late at night after I sweep up the gym, I sneak into Manny's locker and put on his shoes, trunks, and gloves and I pretend to be him. After that, I also like to stare into the mirror and imagine I'm Freddie Roach. At the end of my night, I creep back into my hole that is located in the dungeon below the gym. Nobody knows about it but me and Freddie, who requires me to stay there until morning. But I don't sleep.....ever. I sit and read my little notes that I've taken down during the day...planning...planning...my escape. Yes, they think I'm writing down training notes but no...NOOOOOOO...I'm planning my escape. I will be back out on the streets and I'll be coming for you...all of you....HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Booboy: I'm a 350 pound man who helps train the Great Manny Pacquiao to get in tip-top shape. However, I have no time to train my fat ass. If I didn't love Manny so damn much, I would eat him. Hopefully he doesn't find out I ate his dog which is why you didn't see him on 24/7 again. Manny and me go way back. You usually see Freddie out in front and me right next to him, but I've been replaced and pushed back one spot by Michael Moorer, who has let himself go like the other Michael Moore. He makes me look skinny which is why I never notice how fat I am despite never seeing my penis since I was baby. Back to Manny: we are so close I stay close by at all times. Even when he sleeps in his bed, that's me sleeping in his closet. No, I'm not gay; I actually sleep in his closet. I have a TV in there and watch Manny fight all night...studying...studying every move he makes...closely...very closely. What Manny does not know is that I've been watching every move he makes, even when he sleeps. And one day...one day...he will be all mine. Hi, I'm the 350 other leeches that hang out with Manny to keep him company. Ahhhhhhhh, that's about all we have to contribute. The Pac-klan/nuthuggers: There are 4 things in life that matter: God, Jesus, and Manny Pacquiao...or are they all One? That is the great question we ask ourselves in our private meetings located right outside the gates of Manny's private estate. We swear we are only there to help guard and not watching every move our Lord makes.....we swear. Oh, the fourth thing: Fighting the great Jihad against the intolerable infidels who defy our Lord Manny Pacquiao. Hello, I'm Manny Pacquiao. I started as a poor boy who worked extremely hard to get where I am today. I took to boxing at an early age. I'm a Man of God and although boxing may conflict with my religion, this was the opportunity that opened up; so I took it. I consider boxing to be a very honorable sport and will do my best to win while showing humility and respect for my opponents. In return for the success and happiness I receive, I will return those same presents to my people. Boxing: When I first started out I was so young and light, that I had to stuff rocks in my pockets to be allowed to fight. I fought on all heart and no food and I still became quite successful. In my journey, I suffered two devastating losses because I had to fight without eating; food was still hard to come by especially when I have to feed Boo-boy. But that didn't stop me. I continued on and wanted to improve. I would fight on and head to America where I would meet my mentor Freddie Roach who would help guide me to the Champion I am today...along with my great team, family, and the great company little Pacman provides (wherever he may be). My team may not look perfect, but like Jesus would say: to me they are perfect. One day I will retire from boxing but never from my people and giving back. I hope to lead my country into a better improved direction so all can have the gifts I so provide them right now to the best of my capabilities. ~Emmanuel Pacquiao Note: this is Fiction and all in fun :) Props to the many Characters that make up Team Pacquiao.