The great wanker, he of churlish wit and girlish charm, the hairy coquette, Tyson Fury, the Tosser King defended his imaginary crown once again, this time against one Otto Wallin, who, as I’ve previously pointed out, has accumulated a record of 20-0 by fighting an assortment of corpses with a collective record of 271-259.

Otto made it semi-interesting in that he opened a cut on Fury’s noggin in round three that could have stopped the fight, but didn’t. (Maybe should have stopped the fight – one has to wonder about the legitimacy of the ref and ring doctor when Fury got rocked in round 12 and they let it go on without the doctor looking again at the eye.)

He won ten rounds to two.

What I want to see is the rematch with Wilder. This has been is set for February but now the big Tosser may have to put the kibosh on that, or at least delay it, since getting his melon sliced open by Wallin. If he misses that date with destiny, who knows where he’ll end up? A lot can happen in the next months.

Primarily the Ruiz / Joshua rematch, the fight for the real lineal championship. Pulev already has himself in position to be the mandatory challenger for the winner of that fight. What if Pulev wins that one? (I jest) How long will it take then for Fury to get himself a shot at the real title? First he has to beat Wilder, whenever that fight takes place, then he has to hope the boxing stars align to allow him a shot at Pulev, Joshua or Ruiz, as the case may be. That’s assuming that Kownacki or Joyce or Whyte or Povetkin aren’t next in line by that time.

Hell, what if Wilder loses to Ortiz? Will anyone care to watch Fury / Wilder 2 then?

At the very least, the myth of him being “the one true champion” has been exposed for what it is; a masturbatory fantasy. He should have been fighting real fighters instead of tomato cans, working his way to the place where the boxing fans and governing bodies alike would be demanding that he get a shot at the crown.

Now he’s lost a lot of momentum on that upward trek, and he’s got a rather severly damaged eye. As my mom used to say: “If you don’t stop it, you’ll go blind.”

The big Tosser.