You ever hear of Tyson Fury? The boxer? Anyone? Yeah, me neither. Well apparently this guy is the British heavyweight champion; the Commonwealth heavyweight champion, the Irish heavyweight champion, the WBO intercontinental champion, and just earned a shot at the WBC title. He also comes from piker stock, which is pretty cool. Anyway, that’s a lot of titles to hold while still have people scratching their heads when your name is spoken. So what did Tyson do to get some attention? Take to Twitter to bash someone who actually matters. Hey, shit works.
“Cain Velasquez is a little midget on steds bring it on I’ll fight. Not a man born from his mother can beat me! I challenge u to fight all in in a cage or ring! It could be billed as the man vs midget lets get it on! U small stiff idiot. I’m the new baddest man on the planet I’ll smash @cainmma. Let’s get it on! U all herd it hear first if @cainmma has balls to fight me then lets go!”
Nothing like renewing the old boxing vs MMA debate. It’s much like the Pride vs UFC debate in that it never really dies. It just lies dormant for months, sometimes years on end waiting to rear its useless head again.
We all know the drill. In a boxing match, yeah Tyson would probably beat Cain. But in the cage under MMA rules, he’d get mauled. Ultimately, it’s an absurd discussion because there’s less of a chance of that happening than there is of you or I being the frosting in an Arianny/Britney Oreo of filth and depravity. The UFC has already had their boxing vs MMA show when they sacrificed James Toney on the Tree of Woe against Randy Couture, and Cain will never fight again in any organization but the UFC so a regional show with a Tim Sylvia/Ray Mercer type freak show is out.
But who knows, if one day if Tyson explodes in success and popularity, anything is possible. As it stands right now, the rivalry is 1-1, at least in known shows with name fighters. Randy beat Toney, and Tim disgraced himself and the entire community when he showed up at 310 titty-jiggling pounds and got his ass knocked out in nine seconds. Perhaps a rubber-match is in order, someday.