Recap: When your opponent even admits that this is the best version he’s seen of you, there’s a good chance that you got the battle won. Indeed, that’s the case here as Math Hoffa takes it back to his Marvwon and Arsonal days with a barrage of spitfire punchlines, witty (“People think that you a grimy dude, and honestly it might be true, but the only evidence we got, is you always dressing like it’s ’92!”) personals and hitting bully bars that, for two rounds anyway, put a serious hurting on a solid, but less potent and sometimes redundant Ill Will, who from the aforementioned salute to Math, clearly underestimated the strength of his opponent’s pen. Thankfully for Will anyway, a boisterous, (“I’m in his building, on the 3rd floor, arms waving, when I pop locks…I call it Turbo!”) gritty and consistent return to form in the final round was enough to force a debatable and avoid getting 30’d.
Verdict: Math Hoffa (W) 2-1
Favorite line: Math Hoffa – “The crowd ducking, security like ‘How he get the Larkin?’, I cheated, I had my bitch carrying [carry in], I’m Tristan Thompson!”
