Those blokes won't be crowing, mate--they'll be groaning. Groaning in horror as Fujita offers crowd members pictures for five pounds a pop to pose next to the now-limp and unconscious Tyson, mouth agape and druel running onto the canvas.
And, really: what better way to celebrate the pathetic--yet welcome--demise of this one-trick pony with the acorn-sized brain? I'd rather watch another bloody Lewis-Holyfield wheelchair snoozer then sod-all Tyson and his parasitic posse come parading into the ring again, ready to soil the sweet science for the umpteenth time.
Why is it that no opponent can seem to do what a caucasian jury in Indiana did against this useless-after-three-round retard: make him go away? One held faint hope that equally-retarded Golota might get so worked up about the headbutting and ear nibbling that he'd at least groin shot this f***ing tuna sandwich into... well, at least not reproducing--which is even more horrifying than the thought of flipping on HBO and seeing Tyson holding a belt aloft: the idea that Spawn of Melonhead II: The Sequel could be in the making.
Let us pray that it does indeed happen, because Fujita will barely break a sweat as he mounts, pounds, stuffs and displays this Tyson bloke in under a minute. Oh, what I wouldn't pay to see the overhead camera shot of Tyson squealing under Fujita--only his flailing limbs visible--before Fujita beats him into a permanent career as a charity infomercial example. One savors the thought.
Does us all the favor, Fujita. Cheers!
[Edited by Steed on 02-22-2001 at 07:34 AM]
And, really: what better way to celebrate the pathetic--yet welcome--demise of this one-trick pony with the acorn-sized brain? I'd rather watch another bloody Lewis-Holyfield wheelchair snoozer then sod-all Tyson and his parasitic posse come parading into the ring again, ready to soil the sweet science for the umpteenth time.
Why is it that no opponent can seem to do what a caucasian jury in Indiana did against this useless-after-three-round retard: make him go away? One held faint hope that equally-retarded Golota might get so worked up about the headbutting and ear nibbling that he'd at least groin shot this f***ing tuna sandwich into... well, at least not reproducing--which is even more horrifying than the thought of flipping on HBO and seeing Tyson holding a belt aloft: the idea that Spawn of Melonhead II: The Sequel could be in the making.
Let us pray that it does indeed happen, because Fujita will barely break a sweat as he mounts, pounds, stuffs and displays this Tyson bloke in under a minute. Oh, what I wouldn't pay to see the overhead camera shot of Tyson squealing under Fujita--only his flailing limbs visible--before Fujita beats him into a permanent career as a charity infomercial example. One savors the thought.
Does us all the favor, Fujita. Cheers!
[Edited by Steed on 02-22-2001 at 07:34 AM]
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