Arreola crying after Vitali beat him to a bloody pulp. This just about sums it up. (Photo courtesy: MARK RALSTON/AFP/Getty Images)

Well, it should be at least.

Remember a little over a year ago when some boxing pundits were proclaiming Cristobal Arreola to be the “next great American heavyweight”?

What a joke.

Whoever said that is an idiot.  Those are harsh words, but this man did not one thing to be proclaimed “the next great American heavyweight.” Not. One. Thing.

Nothing he did led me to believe he was ever going to be anything more than a good fighter.

And he is a good fighter, but not the next great heavyweight, as much was proven against Vitali Klitschko (corner threw in the towel in the 10th rd), Tomasz Adamek, and now against a club fighter in Manuel Quezada.  In each fight he was sloppy and just completely and utterly out of shape.

Yeah, this slob was supposed to be (according to some) the next great one.

Really?!

Arreola showed in this fight against a bum that he can’t step up (and I wasn’t the only one thinking he looked terrible either).  It’s not in the cards for him.  He is destined to be a middle man, a stepping stone for some up and coming (if there ever is another up and coming) young heavyweight that needs to prove himself against a good puncher with a strong chin.

It’s time to close the book on The Nightmare.  Decent punch, good chin, 6’4″ and fat.

The end.

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