Comments Thread For: Andrade: I'm The Only One Who Can Beat Mayweather, 49-1!

[mlac]

Andrade the 1 fight a year guy.

exciting stuff. apparantly he wants to fight 'jack culcay' next and is already mentioning next year as a date

what a goddamn fking joke.

[*TonyMontana*]

Ive gone down that road before with trolls like you. Let me save you the embarrassment and tell you exactly how this goes down for you. We meet up, you get totally shook without me even so much as giving you a dirty look, you shake my hand and I squeeze it hard enough to let you know what it is. I give you an out and we start talking about how you were just joking around and then you offer to buy me a beer. I tell you that I dont use alcohol or drugs or cigarettes or sugar etc etc etc etc because those things are for people who have given up on life. You are extremely uncomfortable and start telling lies about how you used to do some form of martial arts or wrestling or some other total crap or better yet try to tell me in a friendly way about how your Uncles are "connected" or work for the FBI or whatever BS you think I believe one second of that makes you safe or even give a **** ass either way, even though I have yet to chump you off in any way aside from natural intimidation. You ask me when my next fight is and ask if I can get you tickets. I tell you that the most Ive ever been given is 10 tickets to my own fights and you say it's OK you will buy them and I look at you with that look to tell you that we both know you wont ever come within 100 miles of me intentionally again. You then say youre going to get "drunk" or "to a strip bar" in one final failed attempt at displaying some form or machismo or testosterone. I squeeze your hand again and tell you to "be safe" and you know exactly what I mean by that. You get back you your city and immediately abandon your account and create a new one that I immediately know is you, and secretly follow me on boxrec or rare website write-ups. You go buy a heavybag and put it in your garage and about 4 months later you go out there and actually hit it a few times with no hand wraps and flex all the bones in your tiny pink smooth hands and feel chest and rib pains from about 90 seconds of throwing imaginary frying pans at the bag, wincing every time you connect. You then go back in the house, wipe the sweat from your man boobs, grab a cold beer for your sore hands, and plop down on the computer chair looking for someone else to bother with your idiotic dialogue, unrealizable empty threats and anemic Boxing knowledge. So dont be a jagoff like that idiot "Money Uno" who just came to get white boy gangster on me this weekend and didnt even have the balls to approach me knowing exactly who I was after all his ridiculous fake chicano gangster schtick. Just take my word for it, what I say is the truth. You dont need to fear me though because I am an active fighter in supreme condition. You need to fear me because YOU are in horrendous condition you have no heart no testosterone and zero chance of doing anything physical with me that doesnt end up with you embarrassed with a few squirts of piss in the front of your underwear, a couple of milk duds in the back, and a few red marks on your face from the super lite slaps or pulled punches I put on you just to remind you not to ever take your internet bravado outside of your computer room.

Dudes have waayyyyy to much time on their hands haha you both look like a pair of girls arguing

[Green Hornet]

so can kovalev. fury, klitschko, etc. But you are all bigger.

[nycsmooth]

What a dumb statement , 2much size difference.. FM walks around @ ' 54...

[Lou Cipher]

Dudes have waayyyyy to much time on their hands haha you both look like a pair of girls arguing

Had to flush that Turd.

[rasdun]

Ive gone down that road before with trolls like you. Let me save you the embarrassment and tell you exactly how this goes down for you. We meet up, you get totally shook without me even so much as giving you a dirty look, you shake my hand and I squeeze it hard enough to let you know what it is. I give you an out and we start talking about how you were just joking around and then you offer to buy me a beer. I tell you that I dont use alcohol or drugs or cigarettes or sugar etc etc etc etc because those things are for people who have given up on life. You are extremely uncomfortable and start telling lies about how you used to do some form of martial arts or wrestling or some other total crap or better yet try to tell me in a friendly way about how your Uncles are "connected" or work for the FBI or whatever BS you think I believe one second of that makes you safe or even give a **** ass either way, even though I have yet to chump you off in any way aside from natural intimidation. You ask me when my next fight is and ask if I can get you tickets. I tell you that the most Ive ever been given is 10 tickets to my own fights and you say it's OK you will buy them and I look at you with that look to tell you that we both know you wont ever come within 100 miles of me intentionally again. You then say youre going to get "drunk" or "to a strip bar" in one final failed attempt at displaying some form or machismo or testosterone. I squeeze your hand again and tell you to "be safe" and you know exactly what I mean by that. You get back you your city and immediately abandon your account and create a new one that I immediately know is you, and secretly follow me on boxrec or rare website write-ups. You go buy a heavybag and put it in your garage and about 4 months later you go out there and actually hit it a few times with no hand wraps and flex all the bones in your tiny pink smooth hands and feel chest and rib pains from about 90 seconds of throwing imaginary frying pans at the bag, wincing every time you connect. You then go back in the house, wipe the sweat from your man boobs, grab a cold beer for your sore hands, and plop down on the computer chair looking for someone else to bother with your idiotic dialogue, unrealizable empty threats and anemic Boxing knowledge. So dont be a jagoff like that idiot "Money Uno" who just came to get white boy gangster on me this weekend and didnt even have the balls to approach me knowing exactly who I was after all his ridiculous fake chicano gangster schtick. Just take my word for it, what I say is the truth. You dont need to fear me though because I am an active fighter in supreme condition. You need to fear me because YOU are in horrendous condition you have no heart no testosterone and zero chance of doing anything physical with me that doesnt end up with you embarrassed with a few squirts of piss in the front of your underwear, a couple of milk duds in the back, and a few red marks on your face from the super lite slaps or pulled punches I put on you just to remind you not to ever take your internet bravado outside of your computer room.

The most entertaining post Ive ever read on here. Awesome! lmfao

[rasdun]

also, Andrade is a real good fighter, but yeah, sick of fighters calling out Floyd. the chance of floyd coming back at '54 against an athletic African -American who can box with ko power is 0%

[eco1]

Ive gone down that road before with trolls like you. Let me save you the embarrassment and tell you exactly how this goes down for you. We meet up, you get totally shook without me even so much as giving you a dirty look, you shake my hand and I squeeze it hard enough to let you know what it is. I give you an out and we start talking about how you were just joking around and then you offer to buy me a beer. I tell you that I dont use alcohol or drugs or cigarettes or sugar etc etc etc etc because those things are for people who have given up on life. You are extremely uncomfortable and start telling lies about how you used to do some form of martial arts or wrestling or some other total crap or better yet try to tell me in a friendly way about how your Uncles are "connected" or work for the FBI or whatever BS you think I believe one second of that makes you safe or even give a **** ass either way, even though I have yet to chump you off in any way aside from natural intimidation. You ask me when my next fight is and ask if I can get you tickets. I tell you that the most Ive ever been given is 10 tickets to my own fights and you say it's OK you will buy them and I look at you with that look to tell you that we both know you wont ever come within 100 miles of me intentionally again. You then say youre going to get "drunk" or "to a strip bar" in one final failed attempt at displaying some form or machismo or testosterone. I squeeze your hand again and tell you to "be safe" and you know exactly what I mean by that. You get back you your city and immediately abandon your account and create a new one that I immediately know is you, and secretly follow me on boxrec or rare website write-ups. You go buy a heavybag and put it in your garage and about 4 months later you go out there and actually hit it a few times with no hand wraps and flex all the bones in your tiny pink smooth hands and feel chest and rib pains from about 90 seconds of throwing imaginary frying pans at the bag, wincing every time you connect. You then go back in the house, wipe the sweat from your man boobs, grab a cold beer for your sore hands, and plop down on the computer chair looking for someone else to bother with your idiotic dialogue, unrealizable empty threats and anemic Boxing knowledge. So dont be a jagoff like that idiot "Money Uno" who just came to get white boy gangster on me this weekend and didnt even have the balls to approach me knowing exactly who I was after all his ridiculous fake chicano gangster schtick. Just take my word for it, what I say is the truth. You dont need to fear me though because I am an active fighter in supreme condition. You need to fear me because YOU are in horrendous condition you have no heart no testosterone and zero chance of doing anything physical with me that doesnt end up with you embarrassed with a few squirts of piss in the front of your underwear, a couple of milk duds in the back, and a few red marks on your face from the super lite slaps or pulled punches I put on you just to remind you not to ever take your internet bravado outside of your computer room.

wow, great writing, could you please use paragraphs?

[Doctor_Tenma]

I'd pick Andrade as well, he has freakishly long arms and a solid jab and unlike Lara, he'll fight on the inside. Then again, isn't that more a matter of Andrade is suppose to win? I think so.

[aboutfkntime]

Ive gone down that road before with trolls like you. Let me save you the embarrassment and tell you exactly how this goes down for you. We meet up, you get totally shook without me even so much as giving you a dirty look, you shake my hand and I squeeze it hard enough to let you know what it is. I give you an out and we start talking about how you were just joking around and then you offer to buy me a beer. I tell you that I dont use alcohol or drugs or cigarettes or sugar etc etc etc etc because those things are for people who have given up on life. You are extremely uncomfortable and start telling lies about how you used to do some form of martial arts or wrestling or some other total crap or better yet try to tell me in a friendly way about how your Uncles are "connected" or work for the FBI or whatever BS you think I believe one second of that makes you safe or even give a **** ass either way, even though I have yet to chump you off in any way aside from natural intimidation. You ask me when my next fight is and ask if I can get you tickets. I tell you that the most Ive ever been given is 10 tickets to my own fights and you say it's OK you will buy them and I look at you with that look to tell you that we both know you wont ever come within 100 miles of me intentionally again. You then say youre going to get "drunk" or "to a strip bar" in one final failed attempt at displaying some form or machismo or testosterone. I squeeze your hand again and tell you to "be safe" and you know exactly what I mean by that. You get back you your city and immediately abandon your account and create a new one that I immediately know is you, and secretly follow me on boxrec or rare website write-ups. You go buy a heavybag and put it in your garage and about 4 months later you go out there and actually hit it a few times with no hand wraps and flex all the bones in your tiny pink smooth hands and feel chest and rib pains from about 90 seconds of throwing imaginary frying pans at the bag, wincing every time you connect. You then go back in the house, wipe the sweat from your man boobs, grab a cold beer for your sore hands, and plop down on the computer chair looking for someone else to bother with your idiotic dialogue, unrealizable empty threats and anemic Boxing knowledge. So dont be a jagoff like that idiot "Money Uno" who just came to get white boy gangster on me this weekend and didnt even have the balls to approach me knowing exactly who I was after all his ridiculous fake chicano gangster schtick. Just take my word for it, what I say is the truth. You dont need to fear me though because I am an active fighter in supreme condition. You need to fear me because YOU are in horrendous condition you have no heart no testosterone and zero chance of doing anything physical with me that doesnt end up with you embarrassed with a few squirts of piss in the front of your underwear, a couple of milk duds in the back, and a few red marks on your face from the super lite slaps or pulled punches I put on you just to remind you not to ever take your internet bravado outside of your computer room.

Hey, you ****-talking ignorant fool......

..... do not write me a wall of fanboy dribble, thinking that will somehow alter my perspective of you..... I have adjudged you a fool based on the ****** things you say, so reading more of your ******ITY will not help in that regard now..... will it?

Lou-ise, despite sounding like a typical casual fan, and despite appearing to have NO feel for the game whatsoever..... you told us that you are an olympic trialist who has fought professionally, and that you beat up Alfonso Gomez in sparring.....

..... you also said that you could prove that rubbish by supplying a boxrec link.

So, waiting..... ?

LINK, or STFU clown..... because you have fooled nobody.

Lou-ise LMAO