Aerial Telly wins crushing victory against forces of darkness - bookmaker on suicide watch
Unstoppable betting genius strikes again
He hasn't slept a wink all night. This was his final chance to win back the tens of thousands of pounds Aerial Telly had won from him over the years. His winning streak had to come to an end sooner or later. Nobody's luck holds out for that long. He knew he was going in deep and hard on a Mayweather points victory and this was his chance to finally break even which could be a victory of a kind after years spent digging himself out of holes with Ocean Finance loans, defaulting on payments, shifting debt from one credit card to the next and drinking water from toilet bowls while on the run from loan sharks. But there was to be no happy ending. Once again the boy genius called a boxing match to perfection and has now collected his winnings, withdrawing the last of the borrowed money leaving the turf accountant a throatfucked, ass banged, bitch slapped, maxed out, blacklisted, county-court judgment catastrophe gibbering on the floor in the foetal position. He should have known better than to take on forces he had no hope of understanding. But he has learnt the harshest lesson in life. Fuck with Aerial Telly and all you'll get is a cauliflower arse and a face full of cum. Aerial Telly congratulates those who followed his advice on their wisdom. You certainly know brilliance when you see it. My God, you are lucky to have me.