An irate DLH reportedly destroyed the 12lb cheesecake sent to him by Team Pacman!

I wonder how much personal crap will Roach use against Oscar during this media tour ?

 

Well thats just a waste of a good cheesecake .... Oscar should have given it to someone less fortunate for Thanksgiving.. I have been to big bear, the locals are mostly poor mountain folk

 

Training Camp at Big Bear, California. Sugar, and Jack are performing some maintenence duties around the ring, Nacho and Angelo Dundee are standing mid ring, arguing about head movement, and Bernard is sitting in a chair, looking at pictures in the USA Today, wearing his chauffeur's outfit, and eating some Cream of Wheat. Oscar is nowhere to be seen. There is a knock at the door.

Bernard........"Dont worry, I get it, it probaly jes Massa, back from hid run. (Opens the door, to a massive box, and a Filipino delivery boy, with a big smile. The Filipino hands Bernard a clipboard and a pen. Bernard painstakingly scrawls a large "X" with the pen and hands it back. )

Bernard....."Jack and Shane, hep me wid dis heavy muthafukka"

(Shane and Jack and Bernard all carry the box to the middle of the gym)

Shane........"I wonder what it iz?"

Bernard....."I'll open it"

Jack........"Wait, here come de Massa."

(Oscar de la Hoya walks in the door, carrying in his left hand, a small white poodle, and in his right, a gym bag. He is wearing black Lingierie, fishnet stockings, a wig, and high heels and a full length Chinchilla fur coat.)

Oscar........."Oh, is that for meeeee! I wonder what it is!!!! Maybe Richard Schaefer has sent me a present!" (Opens the top of the box, and gets enraged!)

OScar........"IT WAS ****ING MANNY AND ROACH!!!! THEY KNOW I HAVE BEEN STARVING MYSELF!!!!DAMN THEM!!!!...(Begins to tear the cheesecake to pieces, and jumps on it, and starts to dry hump it) DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!!!!!"

Bernard........"Massa, please, we take it away, dont upset yo'sef"

Oscar (In the fetal position, sucking his thumb)..."That son of a ***** is gonna pay next Saturday"

Small White Poodle........."Yip Yip!"

Sugar Shane.....(Picking up a large piece off the floor, and sampling it)....Say, dis aint bad, Nacho, did you make de coffee dis mo'nin, suh?"

 

you should be a writer lol :good :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl

 

Pac will get KTFO and sent back to the philipines in a stretcher! I said it!

 

another classic prescott:rofl :rofl keep us updated

 

What the **** was he supposed to do, eat it?

I would have smashed that cake too. I dont see what the big deal is.

 

Where's oscar's holiday cheer?

 

Maybe he could have tried shoving it up his Golden Ass!:good

 

Those malicious sports writers are constantly conspiring to make Oscar De La Hoya seem like a *****.

 

:yep

 

Ebenneezer de la Hoya!!!

 

:happy

 

Wild Card Boxing Club Hollywood, CA

Trainer Freddie Roach, who these days is sounding very much like Ozzy Osbourne screams out commands to the local boxers. The press is starting to arrive, and Roach utters that he only wants one reporter in the gym before his prized pupil arrives. Roach's security guard screams to the locals who are training...5 minutes until Pac time. The gym is shut down, and only Mr. Waffle Iron head himself and his entourage, a reporter who represents the Logo television station area of Backward, Mississippi named Jack "Duke" Pressescocks, and Manny's wife are let into the gym. Pac stretches, and then training begins.

Freddie: Hamanny, uh who...uh...who

Manny: I cun nut undestand

Freddie texts Manny on his cell phony as Ozzy Osbourne would...1, 2...1, 2 Manny...

Freddie: hid u het my ext?

Manny: 1, 2...1,2...1,2...what do yu say Freddie

Reporter Jack Pressescocks: Hey Freddie, You know they ended Reconstruction in Mississippi, so how are you going to get the Jap to beat the fishnets stockings fighter.

Freddie: Somemoney all noege f'me.

Security: What?

Freddie texts his security guard to call Nallege.

Security: Hello, is this Nallege?

Nallege: Yeah, what's good?

Security: Freddie Roach needs you.

Nallege: I'm on my way.

Nallege walks in and is hugged by Manny's wife, a couple of guys in Manny's entourage, and gives Pac a pound. Manny points to Pressescocks.

As Nallege looks around the gym...he sees the fruity Logo reporter trying to take is recorder out, Nallege speaks Filipino to Pac.

Nallege: tahw eht lleh si siht sucuac niatnuopm etarenegde gniod ereh?

Pac: I dun't kno but con u please get him out of ear?

Nallege: I gotchur back Pac.

Nallege screams to the fruity reporter, "Hey you, get over here"...

reporter Jack Pressescocks: Ok, give me a second.

Mr. Pressescocks who was born with no natural coordination is fumbling the leash of his poodle while drinking ovaltine, and eating a bacon, pork bolgna sandwich trying to make his way over to Nallege.

Pressescocks: I'm sorry, I have this mess I'm dealing with...what can I do for you.

Nallege: Don't I know you?

Pressescocks: No, you don't know me...can you shine my shoes for me though Manny is busy. Wait, I have this recording and footage of Dlh talking fishnets while he has on a skirt and make up...hold this a sec if you don't mind...

Nallege: I do know you. You are the ****** who has been following Dlh and PAc's tour making fun of Dlh talking about blisters, dicks, lingerie, and all kinds of sick, evil twisted stuff. !#!$!$ are you doing here, and how did you get into the gym?

Security runs up to Nallege and says, This is how he got in Nallege...follow this woman. See, the woman with the frontal bulge go into the bathroom a woman, and come out a man. That is Mr Presscocks.

Pressescocks: Alright, alright...you got me, I'll leave. Hey, would any of you guys like to pimp me. I can suck down sausage faster than a hungry brokeback cowboy who hasn't eaten in 30 days lol.

Nallege: Get the !#@!#$ out you pussheaded degenerate.

Pressescocks bends over so that Nallege can kick him in the ass, and Nallege takes out his Bee Bee gun and shoots Pressescocks in the ass. Fake photos of Presscocks and Dlh in fishnets fly into the air. The evidence seems to be blackmail. Nallege runs over to Pressescocks and handcuffs him with his own handcuffs until the authorities arrive. Pressescocks screams...

Pressescocks: You can't do this to me, My name is David Duke, grand wizard of the Logo chapter in Mississippi. I have a right to be here.

As Pressescocks is wisked away, Fredie Roach shakes Nalleges hand. Dlh walks in also to check on how his adversary to deliver a note to PAc and when he notices Nallege, he walks over and gives Nallege a pound.

Dlh: What's up Nallege?

Nallege: What it be like Oscar? I just had to throw Presscocks out of Manny's gym. Yeah, he was going to blackmail you.

Dlh: Good looking my man. Give this note to Manny.

Nallege walks over to Freddie and hands him the note. Roach doesn't have his glasses and is holding the note like a half inch in front of his eyeballs...he asks Nallege...

Freddie: Nowege, uh duh i hay

Nallege: It says, "I'm going to beat the tar out of Mr Waffle Iron head"...your friend Oscar.

Manny in anger...rattles off a 10 minute flurry on the speed bag that would impress Floyd and Muhammad Ali.

Nallege: Man, I would hate to be Dlh lol...

Meanwhile Mr. David Duke a.k.a Pressescocks is back on the Logo television set in Backwood, Mississippi still talking about Dlh, fishnets, blisters, dicks etc belittling Oscar Dela Hoya. He seems to make it his mission to disrespect Oscar, but fortunately nobody tunes in to LOGO.

 

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