LOL...right. My "busted old treadmill" cost more than the bucket of bolts you drive son.
That white treadmill with you performing a slow walk with no incline and still huffing and puffing. Your cardio would be spent after less than 30 seconds doing anything but a slow walk let alone boxing
Dude, Chick's arms are gonna feel like lead after about twelve seconds. His legs will go by forty-five seconds. He can't cope with the speed, finesse, and punching power. Lights out.
You're assuming The Redmeatkid will make it go the distance. Bob will use the tricks he has learned over several decades to end things quickly. Old age and treachery will beat the kid
Bob will beat the shit out of redmeat with his walking stick and then escape in his motorized wheelchair before redmeat can hit back
I know I sure would. I would be moving all over the place, keeping the big glom off balance and winded. I would keep sticking jabs in his oversized face, stinging him and frustrating him. I would dance away from him as he throws his big, errant haymakers and roundhouses, only to come back in with a flurry of hooks and crosses, dazing and humiliating him and his big useless muscles. Then I would seal the deal with a big right and leave the punk writhing on the canvas, wondering what day it is.
bodybuilders can't fight............all show, no go.
from seeing how Chick looks these days its no show,no go, and no real hair
WE HAVE TO TAKE A TEST?
Are you saying Robert Chickendildo is on his last legs?
Chick spends most of his working hours on his knees
Bob was a gladiator . Ha HAS to be athletic. I would not dismiss him at all and unless redmeat had formal training I think Chick would deck him. My 2 cents
when was bob a gladiator?