New York gets the circus on Monday, September 22 at 6 PM ET / 3 PM PT (11 PM UK). The press conference will be the only time this thing even pretends to be serious.
November 14, it streams on Netflix. They’re calling it a fight. Call it what it is: a padded exhibition designed to protect a YouTuber from reality.
Jake Paul vs Gervonta Davis: The Netflix Pillow Fight
Jake Paul loves the script: “This is my moment. I’m a real boxer.” Spare us. The man’s walking in six inches taller, thirty pounds heavier, and armed with rules softer than a hotel pillow.
Timothy Shipman, the executive director of the Florida State Athletic Commission, told USA Today: “You can’t do a fight like this as a professional fight. It will be an exhibition fight. I’m looking at the details right now. I mean, it’s happening pretty fast. But I’m sure there will be other stipulations because you can’t do it with the same requirements.
The Florida commission already killed the suspense: this isn’t professional, it’s an exhibition. Translation: a sparring session that comes with a promo code.
And yet, Jake’s out there on Instagram, sweating into mitts, screaming that Tank “won’t see the final bell.” He’s been saying that for years — about the basketball player, about the wrestler, about whoever else he could drag in from retirement homes and reality TV. Different opponent, same script, same fantasy.
Tank’s Payday, Jake’s Costume Party
Paul’s fans cling to their three holy phrases: “he’s improved,” “his right hand’s a bomb,” “he’s about to shock the world.” They said it before he boxed a guy whose main skill was dunking. They said it before he boxed a wrestler who last threw a punch during the Bush administration. Now they’re saying it while he towers over a 5’5 lightweight who’s been taking out world-class killers. Hard road? Please. Jake’s playing boxing on “easy mode.”
As for Davis? He’s not risking a record, not a belt, not even a good night’s sleep. This is a Netflix payday. He’ll bank a check, walk out smiling, and go back to his real division where real fights happen.
Meanwhile, Paul gets to stand there in his cosplay trunks, point at Tank’s titles that aren’t even on the line, and tell his followers he beat an “undefeated world champion.” It’s laughable. If boxing had a parody division, this would headline it.
Final Bell
So here’s your main event: Jake Paul vs Gervonta Davis. Exhibition rules. Pillow gloves. A Netflix stream. Not boxing, not legacy, just content dressed as combat.
Watch it for the circus. Just don’t pretend Jake Paul belongs anywhere near real fighters. He’s not chasing greatness — he’s chasing camera time.