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... in my boxing coffin has just been hammered home.
With hype fraud Joshua coming back cool calm and collectively making millions to squash a you tuber or throw the fight, to Parker testing positive for coke after a dubious stoppage, to Usyk cringedancing while 'injured' and ducking everybody, to a young Itauma positioned as heir apparent after fighting no one except another shot to bits fraudulent druggie who turned up for a check and took a dive in the first round, to a 2nd gen grudge match between another tattoed midget druggie vs a weight drained corpse and a will he won't he nother fat drugged out pïkey dosser trolling hard.
And then there's the promoters, the best of which are a ripoff mma conman teaming up with a sportswashing camel racer looking to own the sport, an unscrupulous fisheyed manipulator, an old money shït talking toff pimping anyone like they're the next Ali and a cross dressing potty mouthed Mexican.
The whole point of boxing and any sport really, is to keep the fans entertained with the product not the sideshows and freaks running it. But the fans are mostly gämbling addicted dumb ass druggies who can barely string 2 coherent words together and turning on each other for lack of legit entertainment while kidding themselves that they're entertaining others.
So yeah, nah. I'm over wasting time engaging with a sport that's sold its soul to social media as a measure of a fighters worth and got better things to do than engage with online fücktards .
Have at it lads. Fill yer boots. Slam that door in my ass with your witticisms and insults while i live my amazing life of letters and nature here in Aotearoa NZ.
Peace on out wit ya bad selves. *drops mic exits stage right...*
With hype fraud Joshua coming back cool calm and collectively making millions to squash a you tuber or throw the fight, to Parker testing positive for coke after a dubious stoppage, to Usyk cringedancing while 'injured' and ducking everybody, to a young Itauma positioned as heir apparent after fighting no one except another shot to bits fraudulent druggie who turned up for a check and took a dive in the first round, to a 2nd gen grudge match between another tattoed midget druggie vs a weight drained corpse and a will he won't he nother fat drugged out pïkey dosser trolling hard.
And then there's the promoters, the best of which are a ripoff mma conman teaming up with a sportswashing camel racer looking to own the sport, an unscrupulous fisheyed manipulator, an old money shït talking toff pimping anyone like they're the next Ali and a cross dressing potty mouthed Mexican.
The whole point of boxing and any sport really, is to keep the fans entertained with the product not the sideshows and freaks running it. But the fans are mostly gämbling addicted dumb ass druggies who can barely string 2 coherent words together and turning on each other for lack of legit entertainment while kidding themselves that they're entertaining others.
So yeah, nah. I'm over wasting time engaging with a sport that's sold its soul to social media as a measure of a fighters worth and got better things to do than engage with online fücktards .
Have at it lads. Fill yer boots. Slam that door in my ass with your witticisms and insults while i live my amazing life of letters and nature here in Aotearoa NZ.
Peace on out wit ya bad selves. *drops mic exits stage right...*
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