The terms:
•No weapons, no gloves, no gear.
•No refs, no rings, no brakes.
•No strikes or holds barred.
•Each man puts one foot inside the tire
•Last man conscious wins
•Must be live streamed where neither fighter is able to edit or delete.
Don't get it twisted, that's a real offer, however it's not actually what I'm writing about here. Any man can get whooped, but I want to curb-stomp his identity even more. Bones are easy to break but I want to take apart who he is. I see the con in him and it offends the Con in me.
I know that lots of people have attempted to appeal to his followers from a moral position, and while that's all well and good, none of them have the grounds to pick that fight. While most of their points may be correct, judgments from the outside looking in fall flat in the hearts and minds of those who look up to him.
“They're just jealous”
“They don't understand”
“Why would I listen to a weakling?”
They're English Noblemen preaching to Vikings about why Ragnar is wrong. Is it really surprising that they only find axes in response? You're not like him.
But I am.
Andrew Tate is a scumbag, showboating, narcissistic, violent, con-man criminal. He's my people which makes him the responsibility of guys like me. The problem with preaching from the outside is none of those people can personally step into his arena. They can't say he's not the guy because they won't say “I am that guy”.
Humble men can't kill kings.
In a fight I am not a humble man.
Before we begin, let's cut to the hype montage that explains the background. I learned about this grifter when I was Con Solo on Twitter. He had been arrested in Romania and was still somehow tweeting during that time. Must've been a real tough joint that allowed him to goof around on social media. Someone had tagged me in one of his tweets and I immediately lost my head as if this faker had been government designed specifically to antagonize me.
I had absolutely no concept of who he was and I was too angry to care. All I saw was a tweet about something he said had taken place inside that jail and it was so completely wrong and full of shit that I couldn't contain myself.
While the average person may not have been able to spot why it was wrong, I could. This dude was lying about the joint. My PhD.
Reading him claim he backed a pair of men down with “yoga fire” was too much for me to handle. I won't rehash the entirety of it here, nor will I weigh this article down with a lengthy explanation of criminal/prison culture, but what I will say is the men who test you can't be cowed with an intimidating gaze. There's a reason they come first. You can win a fight but you can't scare them.
However, at the time, I ranted and raged about everything that was wrong in his claims. Due to character limits, I dropped tweet after tweet after tweet as I kept adding to the holes in his story.
Nothing.
His followers fought me, but he didn't show. I was too small. Too insignificant to be noticed. I fired back at them but I never lost sight of him. However, every time he mentioned that place, I was there. Like a maniac I screamed at him over the throngs of fanboys holding me at a distance.
I fought through Hell in the joint to be able to call myself Convict. I would not tolerate a cosplayer lying and using that hardship to raise up his tough guy image. He is not one of us and I wasn't going to allow him to front.
Eventually his followers quit replying.
Not long after he responded.
He had tweeted about exercising in his cell. I trained in a cell for over a decade and I shredded how his explanation was literally impossible in the space he himself dimensioned by giving measurements. It was also the first time I ever doxed myself. I called him out with my real name, phone number and where to find me for all the Twitter-verse to see.
“Fake”
He responded just that one word before blocking me. The only interaction we ever had but I got that bastard to take notice. He read what I said. While I'm certain he doesn't remember me any longer, he saw me then. He knew my name that day.
Andrew Tate knew he was hitting the block button on Justin fucking Coleman.
After that, all I could do was rant from a distance and that quickly grew tiresome. Calling a man out when he can't hear you brings no satisfaction and a great deal of frustration. I didn't let it go, if you haven't noticed, I just put it away. I simply placed it on the shelf in case I needed it again.
Today is a good day to dust that old rage off. The difference being that I'm not snapping like a feral dog any longer. That hatred has crystalized and become something I can control and utilize. I don't just want to beat his ass, that's not enough, I want to beat what he is. I want his image to become out-of-date.
The trick for me is to be like Tate without being like Tate.
Like any good con man, Tate mixes bullshit in with the truth. It gives himself something to redirect us towards should someone spot the game he's playing. If you point out he's abusing women, he'll yell about toxic feminism and everyone will shift the topic to that and argue about it instead. He says true things not to share the truth, but to have a misdirect available. Apply that method to everything he's said and you'll see the pattern. Game recognizes game. We lie using the truth.
I'm metrically better than him fighting on his chosen level. I don't want this to be like what everyone else writes and just rant in a general sense about what's wrong with Tate, I want to demonstrate a better version of what he's pretending to be. This is a fight which means it's between the two of us, not him vs random complaints. Someone's foot is coming out of that tire.
There's no non-arrogant option available to effectively go after a guy like this so I'm going to cut my ego loose and be the cocky SOB god wired me to be. I can't make it personal if I'm not personally in it, now can I?
So step up Andy, I'm addressing you directly now, let's get bloody.
I imagine that the first thing you want everyone to think about you is your wealth. Yeah, you've got reach on me in this category. You're obviously some degree of millionaire and while I've made more than a mil in the time I’ve being legally employed, I don't have that kind of loot sitting in a bank. That said, I ain't no lightweight either.
In relation to my life, I make dummy money. More than I need by a long shot. Me and mine want for nothing and I can make big moves when necessary. Money deserves spenders, not collectors. Being rich means you can take your people out to a nice restaurant and not look at the price on the menu. Everything beyond that is bullshit in my book. And I did all of that with just a prison GED. I didn't need to take from anyone else or exploit them to earn it. I may not be wealthy but my money only improves things for those around me rather than takes from them.
Y'all can score that however you want.
Now let's jump into the fighting part of this fight. People will say this is your clear advantage and I'll take those odds on any given Sunday. Yep, you're a former kickboxing champion. Neat. You trained for years to be the best in a sport with rules and referees and score cards and an ability to stop the fight.
You might as well have told me you're a professional flag football player.
One, without knowing you're record, I've been in more fights than you. You trained to beat another man up, I trained to not be killed. I've fought men and groups of men where losing would've meant I'm not here writing this article. You fought for titles and money, I fought for life and death. I can handle taking a kick, can you handle our teeth scraping together when I bite through your cheek. This ain't a ring or the movies. Not all fighting is fighting. You learned rules, I learned methods. Your hand-to-hand combat receipts show knockouts, mine show state prosecutions.
I'll score my own points on this comparison and y'all can take that humility noise on down the road. It's me vs him, remember?
Round 3: What else are you known for? I think being a criminal ranks pretty highly. I know you don't like that but we are what we are. Quiet down everyone, quiet down. I know, but let's go through these motions with Andy anyway. I don't want to be accused of being lazy like his left eye.
You exploit women by tricking them into doing webcam porn. You're a pimp and a punk ass one at that. You don't even have to beat John's up. Low rent ass sex offender. You save all of your harshest treatment for 100 pound girls, don't ya Mr Cobra Snake-oil? I'm not saying that what I did was any less abhorrent, however I robbed armed criminals. I kicked doors and took scores. Unlike you, I was always outnumbered, outgunned, on their turf and going after something they'd kill to keep. My main point here is one of us could do what the other did but not vice versa. The difference is I chose to not go down your road whereas my hustle would've never been an option available to you. Criminals are criminals but within our own ranks, you picked the weaker game because you're a weaker man. Plus, I've never been investigated for rape, but I've sold guys who have been.
I don't know how citizens will score that but I do know how the Game views it.
Let's dig a little more into your machismo, shall we? I recall your position on fatherhood being something to the effect of “be fruitful and multiply”. Though, given what you are, you still manage to make that a negative thing. You stated a man should make as many children with as many women as possible. Who knows how many pug fugly Tater-tots you got running around. Didn't you say 20 or something to that effect? Not only that but you actually scold guys who only have one or two.
Did you just hit me with your wrist?
My turn.
I couldn't imagine a weaker position than hit-and-run fatherhood. Bitch, I know you're not raising any of them which means you're just a textbook deadbeat. You took the easiest, weakest, most cowardly route available and want to pretend it's a flex? Who are you trying to convince? You're not even the kind of fake that pretends to be something else with a main chick and side pieces. You're literally trying to put a manly spin on one of the weakest things a guy can do. You're compensating brah. You're soft in a “I spend a lot of money on lotions” kinda way.
Where you flee and dodge your responsibility, I stepped in and raised kids I didn't even make. I carried what their weakling biological fathers couldn't. You're acting like fatherhood is what you create but it's actually what you do son. You got the nerve to say that young men have no role models while roleplaying as one, but you can't handle the scrutiny of being that for the ones who'd see you up close. You know you can trick the internet in bursts but you wouldn't be able to fool your own kids indefinitely and that's just something your weak heart can't handle. Even the woke ass femboys you talk smack about can demonstrate the real manhood in fatherhood, but not you.
You score a zero because you didn't even try to throw a punch that round. I should deduct points since the man-bun, flip flop wearing, effeminate “house dads” beat the fuck out of you in that manhood category too.
Okay, now I'm going to pick one of your strengths to try and make this fair-ish. How about women? Clearly you got something on me there, right? You're definitely good at using and exploiting them. You claim to make women love you so you can do what you do, but homeboy, I think you're confusing love with infatuation. “Men, you need to control your women”. Boy, you can't handle one for more than a couple of weeks and you're trying to play the disciplinarian game? Hoes trying to fuck their way to your money ain't the playa look you think it is. Have you seen these 80 year olds with 20 year old girlfriends? It ain't you they love wee-boo, it's your stuff. You might as well just sleep with actual hookers because that's all the more strength your game has got.
Someone hold my beer.
I got my woman to marry me while I was in prison and she'd hit you with her car if I told her we was beefin'. I got a ride-n-die, you wouldn't know anything about that with your fair-weather chicken heads. I couldn't have had less to offer and the risk she was taking couldn't have been greater. That's because my game is built around me, not money. My appeal isn't influenced by how well the Romanian Leu stacks up against the U.S. dollar son. At .21¢ to each 1 dollar, a McDonald's retiree could look fat-paid where you are.
In fact, let's follow that concept to its natural conclusion. Since manhood is your schtick, let's dig in there “Naked and Afraid” style. Let's strip ourselves down to nothing but ourselves.
You ain't smarter than me and you sure as Hell ain't funnier. You may have bluster but I got charisma. You may have muscle definition on the attractiveness side but I have a jawline that doesn't disappear into my neck. You buy expensive clothing in order to look good, but I can make a Goodwill outfit look fly. I have family, you have fans. I can carry others whereas you need them to carry you. I can own my flaws rather than hide from them. I don't need people to notice me to succeed nor am I beholden to being what others expect from me in order to earn an income.
And most importantly, since you're a tough guy, if we're dropped on that “Naked and Afraid” style island to survive, only one of us gets to be a cannibal and he's grateful you're not too fatty for chewing. You may have shaken off a few punches but I've walked off being murdered. We're not the same.
What's the final score?
It doesn't matter what it is because this was never actually about that. This is actually about something more. So forget everything about me because this is actually about you.
It's a crying shame that it would take someone wanting to be famous to truly unseat Andrew Tate one on one. Putting my ego away I know that ain't me because I specifically do not want that. (Plus I couldn't pull it off) Every time I've been notable it's been a bad thing. That said, the design of my rant had a different purpose.
I want the men who read this to see that you too, blow for blow, are superior to Pho-fur men like him. I want you to recognize how to break guys like him down into parts and see where you're already superior. You're not without flaws, there's things to improve upon, but if you have even a decent foundation and piece's, you're an actual Top-G.
Men don't need a dude to look up to, we need someone to win against. Boys follow, men conquer. Stack yourself up against the fakers and if you're not winning already, do what needs done so you can step on them too.
I opened with a humble man can't kill a king but what I left out is that it took an army of men to storm the castle in the first place. If manhood is going to be saved from tyrannical influencers, it'll take all of us. I can't do it. I knew that when I started writing this, but all of us can.
This was never really about me vs Tate, it's about all of us vs false manhood and how to step to pretenders. I can beat this guy however most of you can beat me because you get to approach this without my flaws. Think about that. It's pretty badass and you should be louder about it. My feed should be flooded with you writing about being real men, good men. I only need be loud until y'all are ready to take over. It'll be better when you're doing it.
And Andy, if you ever read this, that tire will be there if you ever wanna step into it.
I am that guy.
I'll probably be the only woman to respond here, but as a fighter myself I have a lot more knowledge on the topic than most women. And I've never been to prison but I spent a lot of time there, having started a creative writing program for incarcerated youth facing life sentences in Los Angeles. I know exactly what you're talking about and it rings true. I also raised my sons as a single mother on the mean streets of LA suburbia and I have some stories to tell. Plus, I started the one and only boxing club for girls in Luxor, Egypt and faced some dangerous situations.
So, having said all that, let me say I love this! There will be a reckoning for Andrew Tate and his brother, I have no doubt of that. They are sleazy, cowardly men without honor.
As for Candice Owens, I once admired her. Now I despise her. What a fool.
I had to Google him. Blowhards like this have always existed in some form, social media just amplifies him. How much have you got to hate yourself to pay this guy $8,000 to make you a Bro? Personally I think a beat down only increases his cred, even if he loses. Unless you make him cry. So please, make him cry.