Okay, so Tyson Fury, right—he’s up to something again. I mean, really, what’s he got up his sleeve this time? He hops online with his mate SugarHill Steward, and they’re all like, “You know what’s coming.” Maybe. Or maybe it’s all smoke and mirrors. Who knows with these guys?
Honestly, I’m not all that hyped. Fury’s last fights? Yikes. Against Usyk and Ngannou, he’s not exactly looked like his old self. More like he’s in slow-mo, shuffling around the ring, probably thinking about what’s for dinner… or maybe not. I dunno.
And then there’s the whole money grab thing, right? At 36, Fury could be aiming for that juicy paycheck, a big showdown with Anthony Joshua. Saudi cash, fans still throwing their cash at him too—for now. He might think if he waits too long, all that’s gonna disappear faster than my New Year’s resolutions.
But here’s the kicker: do fans even care now? After his back-to-back losses against Usyk, it’s like watching a rerun of a bad sitcom. Those decisions—116-112—like, three times, seriously? Against a real heavy hitter like Joshua, or Dubois? I’d say he’d be flat on the canvas, counting sheep.
And there they are, Fury and this Steward guy, acting like they just stumbled out of a Rocky movie: “We’re back, guys. You know what time it is.” Do we, though?
Meanwhile, you’ve got Eddie Hearn over there polishing his AJ—waiting on this call like it’s some prophecy. AJ, who could’ve fought again since Dubois clobbered him last year. But nah, let’s hold out for Fury.
Fury’s cryptic little dance on Instagram lights up boxing Twitter. Everyone’s either psyched for the drama or just like, what’s the point?
It’s all a bit of a circus, if you ask me. But hey, let’s see where this rollercoaster leads. Maybe it’ll surprise us all. Or not. Who really can tell with Fury?
