Recap: Loud, witty, highly entertaining and (Jerry Wess with the arguable Bar of the Year during what was a flawless turn: ‘…the bullet will spill out Tee [tea] like ‘Ain’t no sugar in this shit!’ haymaker and Teewhy with the superlative ‘Rap like Jerry Wess’ impression in round 2) sublime battle between Teewhy and Wess certainly got the crowd reaction’s it deserved and the competitive stamp it warranted. Indeed, for all of Teewhy’s fiery punches, aggressive (“Tool draw, snap shot, I’ll do a burger sloppy like food porn!”) gun lines and nifty wordplay, on this particular day his opponent just has as dope a gameplan. Wess going performance bar-heavy and coming over-the-top with the (“Every game I had, I never been ejected, somebody should recognize, they just gave me a tech [Tec], I gotta stop fucking with the ref [points at Teewhy] I got T’d up a second time!”) set-ups/name flips to overtake a pretty solid turn in its own right by Teewhy in round 1, before a nice rebuttal to the start of his turn along with a little less filer gives (“For even thinking he on my level, Y know he must be drunk!”) Jerry the 2nd as well. And while Teewhy would pull out a sorta embarrassing picture prop and attempt to get extra personal, the 3rd round was still the least eventful round of the battle. Yet, with Wess firing off more consistently spicy shiners, the Brooklyn battler gets the final round too and earns the 30.
Verdict: Jerry Wess (W) 3-0
Favorite line: Jerry Wess – “Bang!, bang!, bang!, I lost count, I put a lot in the grave, I just killed everybody in the Colosseum…are you not entertained!”
