If Steve Dave and Buddy Rydell had really fought, who would've won?

By the way David, do you still go weeks without bathing? Apparently all of Chicago could smell you when you got there. That's not good, fat people sweat far more than the rest of us.

 

I really like both Steve Dave and buddy

That said.. Even though Steve Dave is ALMOST as big as my brother cdogg ( who is easily 6'5 240 and ripped) Buddy is Ike 5'7, 225 and stronger than a bull

He would simply take Steve down and rape him

I dont mean (beat him up ) when I say "rape" I mean he would litteray ripe off Steve Dave's trunks and rape his asshole alive

Buddy is freakishly strong

 

These fucking tags are making me lose my shit. I hope Zeta doesn't read them. Z do not look at the tags.

 

To think, I met this pussy in public with my wife. In recent days, he has claimed he would "be forced to kill" me in a boxing match, and now he's afraid I would kill him. And he's afraid Z would kill him.

What a mangina! ::

 

:laughing:

 

This thread is kind of boring and mean spirited. :boring:

 

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:mj:

 

both of them would get hammered by Mr. wald pussywald pussywald pussywald pussyimir Klitschko

 

Dude, Susie has in fact got very limited command of the Queens Verbals.

 

"two warriors one moose" ::

"Z's girl is a whore" ::

"Sly 3 inches" ::

Infants. I am surrounded by infants draped in swaddling garb.

 

Zed is crazy, easily e-hurt like you, and is American. Add those three things up and it equals "Gun SHOT" if I were to meet up with him. ::

You wont shoot me. I'm not afraid that you'd kill me. You're short fat and harmless. I'm sure you want to spar with me though and I know you think you'd stand a chance in the ring. But as I said, sparring over forum nonsense is idiocy. We are both grown men here.

If I wanted to I'd embarrass you in the ring, beat you to a pulp, but I wouldn't want to do that. You have enough issues as it is without that.

 

Z doesn't strike me as that kind of person at all. He does seem to get riled up fairly easily, but maybe he's not used to smacktalk. For all we know, he's a former Hari Krishna.

As for the rest of your post, I simply accepted your challenge (saying you'd "be forced to kill" me, slap me, call me a pussy, etc). It's not my fault your balls dropped off when you were confronted with a dose of reality.

As soon as I gave you a chance to back up all your "deadly muscular", "forced to kill" bluster, you became the forum's most socially conscious member and started decrying the very type of tough talk you'd been engaging in for pages and pages---and now you're going back on that again. ::

I forgive you, sly. You did turn into a bitch, and then backed out of all your impotent chest-beating, but I forgive you.

 

Nothing wrong with some e-chest beating.

If you recall, you started it and I responded. You said:

"You'd get a chance to say this to my face"

"if you did that I'd have to measure you while you are horizontal".

You were the one beating your chest like some tough man. I responded in kind, 'cause I know I could wipe the floor with you if I so chose to.

Then you wanted to fight. Well i don't need to fight, that's just dumb. I'll tell you that you're no match for me, but I don't have to go and actually fight to prove it. That's silly. That's juvenile.

I'm not going back on anything. Fact is anything I tell you here i would tell you to your face if I wanted to. If you tried anything I'd mess you up. However, I wouldn't come with the intention of fighting.

Remember the facts of this case fat boy. Stop trying to twist history.

 

Sly, I don't expect you to have a firm grip on reality. You're the same one who refuses to admit he's a tad shorter and has carried out a convoluted fantasy about it while lying to avoid settling the bet.

Seriously, you couldn't stop in for a quick lunch and a photo the first week of August? What moron wouldn't take an easy $500 by stopping in to Ottawa on your way to Montreal unless it weren't true? I offered you the chance to do so, and you claimed I'd be paying for your vacation.

It was when you started with saying you'd slap me, be "forced to kill" me, etc, that I offered you a chance to prove you'd do those things. From there, your "wife changed" your vacation plans.

You're all talk.

 

http://www.fightbeat.com/forums/showthread.php?t=45125

Don't need to remember the facts, Sly. Here it is, and you turned bitch pretty quickly. You started talking tough, and I said you'd get a chance to do it to my face. Then you talked tougher, and I called your bluff. From there, you decided to hide in Montreal.

 

Oh, and as for who started talking tough, issuing challenges, and chest beating:

http://www.fightbeat.com/forums/showthread.php?t=45023&page=2

I see people act like bitches all the time, but sly turns into one faster than anybody I've seen on this forum. :doh:

 

mrs z's ravaged butthole, my girl my tears

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Here comes Buddles with a bag full of cuddles!

 

:bears:

 

At least I'm not scared to leave my house.

 

Free Ike leaves his house as long as he's got a box of kleenex and hand sanitizer lotion along with jaws' sweaty pants to wrap around his head in case some random person on the street takes his picture and puts it up on the web. All bases are covered.
You can never be too careful ey Ike?

 

Dude, you're going to embarrass yourself with this height thing when I get there. You're 5'6" by your own admission. You really think I'm 5'6" or shorter? I mean do you actually remember meeting me? ::

"Tad shorter" indeed. If you were really so sure of this you would have accepted the $5000 bet.

(and no Anthony, I'm not betting with you)

 

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Ok buddy. I'm hiding in Montreal from the wrath of the Rydell. Have it your way.

Called my bluff, indeed. Calling my bluff would be if I told you that I wanted to meet you to fight with you and then you said you had it arranged and I backed out. I never once said i intended to fight you. You are crazy.

 

That's tough talking but nothign to do with issuing challenges. ::

You're nuts.

 

When are you going to be in Montreal? Pascal/Cloud is on August 11th. I wanted to go but it doesn't work with my schedule next month.