The winner looks like he legitimately feels bad afterwards.
General, when you hear a boxer described as a "brawler," it's really just a nice way of saying that they possess zero technique.
jeez, he was even throwing his head AGAINST the last punch
"I had a fight in a bar once. I won. I think I'll be a professional boxer."
PUT YER HANDS UP.
HANDS UP, HANDS UP, HANtoo late.
This should be shown in every gym in the world as photographic evidence that stance really does fucking matter, finesse = force and technique is 80% of the game.
I mean, Rat Tail was punching air for a solid twenty seconds. Why the fuck? What was he hoping to accomplish there?
Well, he had spunk, I'll give em that.
|Billy the Poet |
You wonder how these boxers all have 20+ wins before you ever hear of them. This is how.
|C. Eloi Marx |
A brawler with 3(?!) amateur fights who shows a lot of hustle: if he had a lot of heart that knock out punch would have been a killing blow.
|Menudo con queso |
I suspect that dozens upon dozens of mullets are hidden within this video.
What piece of shit put this kid into the ring?
|Syd Midnight |
He may have also lost a few IQ points, but Pat Huerta learned a great deal that night.
|Dr Dim |
Oh Jesus.. "TITLE?" on his shorts at 0:44. Maybe not just yet.
I have honestly seen worse fights than this but not pro boxing. Some kickboxing gyms will throw anyone in but boxing trainers usually have some level of shame about this kind of thing.
Is it just me, or are that ring girl's boobs way out of whack?
"Picking his fights carefully" indeed.
this is the boxing equivalent of the guy who tries to be a standup comedian because all of his friends tell him he's funny
That reminds me of something I personally witnessed that I wish was on video somewhere.
Skipping the long backstory, this guy goes up on stage for an amateur night at a comedy club for the first time. To put it mildly, about 90% of this guy's friends are comedians, and they're all at the club that night (I said I was skipping the backstory and I mean it).
So the guy goes up and proceeds to bomb. He just tells awful joke after awful joke with that sort of attitude of "Get me, I'm fucking hilarious" that people with very little stand-up experience sometimes project. The audience doesn't laugh once, not even nervously. Usually even on an extreme bomb there are chuckles just because of the sheer tension, but this time nothing. Deathly silence.
So at this particular club there is a red light positioned so that the audience mostly can't see it but the performer can. If the performer is running over time, they blink the light so that they know to wrap up their joke and get off the stage. They are very strict about the red light on amateur night, because amateur comedians are stage whores. Because it is amateur night, and this particular amateur night the audience is packed with comedians, there probably isn't a single person in the building who isn't aware of the existence of this light.
So the guy goes over his allotted time, and the light blinks. He either fails to see it, or (more likely given it's position) willfully ignores it. I personally believe he didn't want to get off the stage without at least a single laugh. Anyway, everyone knows the light is on, and people start to whisper about it. His material takes a turn for the blue as he frantically attempts to squeeze out a cheap laugh. The light continues to blink, he continues to ignore it. Then, mid joke, the mic cuts out.
Still not getting the hint, the guy taps the mic and does a "Is this thing on?" routine. Still no laughs. Finally he says something to the effect of "Oh, I get it." The people controlling the mic (and the rest of the tech) think this means he understands why they cut his mic, and so they turn it back on so he can introduce the next comic (on amateur nights the comedians introduce each other). As soon as the mic is back on, he launches back into his routine. Nobody can believe it, least of all the tech people who are stunned by this long enough for him to get out another awful joke. Finally the techies regain their senses and cut his mic again, this time taking it over so that it projects their voice instead of the comedian's (I don't know enough about sound tech to know exactly what went down). So now all anyone can hear, instead of this guy trying to tell his joke, is "STOP TALKING AND GET OFF THE STAGE!" said loudly, clearly, and with obvious exasperation.
Now comedy, particularly stand-up, is all about tension. It's about building it up, and then releasing it as laughter. Seeing someone go up on stage and tell jokes for about 5-6 minutes (probably closer to 10 with all the delays and misunderstandings) without a single laugh builds up a lot of tension. So when something funny finally did happen (a disembodied voice telling the comedian to leave) the resulting laughter was impressive. It was like an entire set's worth of laughs all saved for the end and directed AT the comedian instead of WITH him.
So he slinks off stage and his friends are nice enough to wait a whole half day before teasing him mercilessly.
So long story short: yeah. It's EXACTLY the boxing equivalent of the guy who tires to be a stand-up because all his friends tell him he's funny. It's the same exact story.
The Pride Of Fenton
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