On Friday night, millions gathered around their television, pizza and politics in hand, to watch a titillating affair broadcast worldwide on Netflix.
The new craze is boxing, and Jake Paul and Mike Tyson happened to be the stars of this show.
It’s good to note that both stars have had their professional careers maligned with controversy. Jake Paul, Youtuber turned actor, turned influencer, turned boxer, has never shied away from his public disdain of human decency. Anybody with a shred of common sense has seen through this Paul with his mused hair, scummy smirk and cheap grit.
Paul is known for his racial slurs, misogynistic antics, his very own sexual abuse allegations that he has had the class to joke about, and his overall narcissistic demeanor toward anybody who isn’t him. So no one in the world should have been surprised to find out he wanted to make $40 million punching the elderly. Oh, I’m sorry… Mike Tyson.
And still the controversy persists.
Mike Tyson, who at 20 was the youngest person to become the heavyweight boxing champion of the world, is now an aged, washed-up version of his former self. This is not disputing accolades, no. This is just a mere mention of them. What the world should be discussing is his presiding health issues that reigned supreme over his life in the last year. Bleeding ulcers. A walking stick. Those 50 career wins pale in comparison when Tyson is staring down hi age demographic at 58 years old. And how can anyone forget about Tyson’s own sexual assault allegations as well. Well, I guess the world can… at least for a Friday night.
Regardless, there is something to be said about Jake Paul’s insistence to fight broken superstars who are well enough past their prime, superstars who would break a leg lacing up their own shoes, much less, bending down to pick a newspaper at their front door. Jake, at 27, was questioned multiple times during the press conference on Thursday about how he wants to be considered a legitimate threat as a boxer, and how sparring with men twice his age proves that redundancy. Paul responded with, “Dumbass.”
There is a single notion that sat thickly in the AT&T Stadium on Friday, a notion felt behind the screen to every viewer watching at home, even the ones when the Netflix’s streaming center crashed too, the sentiment I share currently with them all… This is POINTLESS.
Watching a senior citizen throw mediocre punches, locating the exact moment when his shoulders locked up as he took a searing jab from a man who is young enough to be son, was debilitating. You have to give Tyson one regard: He was definitely bulked in comparison to the meaty ape with bleached blonde hair and rugged beard amateur. Not to mention the pre-hype Tyson added to the match with the slap heard around the world.
But that’s all you could give Tyson.
There’s nothing you could give Paul.
The second they both entered the stadium, Paul dudded out in diamonds, Tyson looking aged in his black attire, the audience knew this match wasn’t actually about winning, or well, a knockout. In fact, the match wasn’t even about them.
It was about the money and the taste of green that every counterpart would make in this wasteless excursion.
Forget Iron Mike’s glory days. He’s a man at the end of the day, a man who will take a $20 million check to lose. Forget about Paul, which is pretty easy to do anyway. He walked away in his diamonds $40 million richer.
And Netflix… Well, what do you think?