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June 13, 2025 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
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Intercontinental Super Smash Beatdown | Tate Confidential Ep 303
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There's no way you beat me a Smash Bros.
All the characters are in Romania.
Pack a bag.
Nigger.
We can just go buy a Switch.
200 grand there, 200 grand back.
That's 400 G. What is going on?
This is a championship back.
No!
No!
How do you spill tea?
If I didn't record this, people just wouldn't believe me.
Nobody knows but us how we roll, how we roll.
I'm going to block you off.
You guys think you can beat me?
There's no way I lose.
No, but you think you can beat me?
There's no way I lose.
I've never lost a game.
This is going to be a transatlantic beatdown.
We didn't even fly across the Atlantic.
That's how bad this is.
A continentally spanning beatdown.
I didn't fly here for no reason.
What are you going to say when I win?
All of our fucks.
All of our fucks.
All of our fucks, bro.
He's for the Intercontinental Championship.
This is Intercontinental.
This is the Intercontinental Championship.
It's true.
And guys, after I win, if you ever want a rematch, we can get a new jet.
We can fly back anytime.
Anytime!
I don't live in fear.
What's the difference between me and you?
You suck.
5% seriously?
What?
Fucking cheap, right?
Fucking bitch.
Fucking...
Fuck this game.
Fuck off.
Wow!
You're cheap.
Oscar should blow.
No.
You suck.
And the Intercontinental Champion of SSB is me!
The award-winning, title-holding, Intercontinental Champion.
We flew here, you ran your mouth, there's nothing wrong with your controllers.
And the champion.
If you're the champ, what are you scared of?
What are you scared of?
What are you scared of?
Retirement.
What are you scared of?
That was the warm-up.
Warm-ups don't count.
Exactly.
That was the warm-up team.
Tristan, that was warm-up.
You can't be the Intercontinental Champion when it's just a warm-up match.
I wish you can because they'll say the controllers aren't working every time I win until Andrew wins and he'll say never lost a game.
So when I win, I win.
You're a shadow of your former self.
I am currently the Intercontinental Champion.
And you're scared to put it all on the line.
If I win, Andrew will save the controller.
You are a shadow of your former self.
Your former glory has faded to nothing.
I don't remember you ever being a champion of SSP ever.
You've never been a contender.
You would be the best if you got out there and defended your title right here, right now.
But you're not.
You're scared!
Tristan's scared.
Can't do it.
Yeah, Tristan didn't win shit.
He didn't win.
He was scared to put it all on the line.
If he did, in fact, win.
Yeah, but there's something about the controllers, and he knows that.
He knows that.
Frame rate was off.
Frame rate.
I hate it when that happens.
Yeah, exactly.
Happens sometimes.
If he was a real champ, he would have run it back.
He ain't a champ of shit.
Oh, there he is.
If he was a real champ, he would have run it back to him.
Oh, there he is.
With the fucked up frame rate on the screen.
The screen wasn't right.
Something's on the screen.
Taking all your niggers to fucking Are you out?
Again?
Bro, you suck.
Marcel, you're a loser.
Marcel, you suck.
You're almost as bad as Tristan needs to cheat with the frame rate.
You're almost as bad as T. I think T's the worst player.
Marcel's the second worst.
Low standard of play.
It's embarrassing to ever share the stage with you guys.
You're not the champ.
You're not the champ team.
I have won almost all the games.
You didn't put it on the line.
You played with it.
The frame rate was messed up.
And if I had won, you said the controls were messed up.
No, the Earth's equilibrium was off.
Alright, one more game.
Championship match.
At the highest position!
He's from Romania, don't count.
The clouds?
Put it all on the line, Kristen.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Because they won't even give Alex the props for his win.
No, this is the championship match.
This is the championship match.
Whoever wins this, whoever wins this, listen, whoever wins this, we get straight on the jet.
We get back to the jet.
It just landed.
They've refueled.
We get back on the jet after this game.
This is for the championship.
This is the championship match.
I've fixed the Earth's equilibrium.
I've fixed the frame rate.
I've fixed the controllers.
Daylight savings time.
You guys are playing with daylight savings time an hour ahead.
Cheers.
The pure focus of everyone.
They are sweating.
It's a sweaty game.
Christian is locked in.
Come on, Alex.
Come on, Alex.
Cut!
Nigger!
Fucking!
Bastard!
Nice!
Nice!
We're so nice!
No!
No!
Nobody wins.
The computer won!
I'm retained by all my stuff.
Rock of the jet.
What the fuck!
So basically it was a draw.
It was a draw, because Tristan tried to win with Daylight Savings Time, then the computer won, it was a draw.
Samin, Alexi, champs.
No, what do you mean?
Daylight Savings Time.
Do you see why I don't play?
No, that was a draw.
The nucleus of a cell is the mitochondria.
Tristan, photosynthesis.
It was a draw, but really, truthfully, because I spotted how they were cheating, I think I can't.
You can't be poor without them.
It's not hard to work out that if you have five people pooling an income and you all trust each other, you can acquire assets quickly.
It's not difficult to do if you can find men you can trust.
Now men are separated.
Why are we separated?
We're separated because we're not as powerful.
So that's why they deliberately attack the idea of brotherhood.
And men just get dragged away from them.
*music*
What are you going to do about the apple crisps?
There's apple crisps right here.
Right here, nigger.
What are you going to do about it?
Eat the apple chips.
You're not going to do anything, are you?
Eat the fucking apple crisps.
You're a fucking bitch.
Find out.
You're a fucking bitch.
Eat them and find out what I do.
Bitch made nigger.
Henry, can I have 45 seconds of this room alone, please?
Do you mind stepping out of it now?
Ah, mister can't figure out how to close the door.
Who's your mate?
You're destroying our beautiful home, planet Earth.
This is Tristan Tate with Just Stop Oil.
You need to stop flying on private jets with your brother and your mates.
I was all alive?
Reading about Just Stop Oil and how private jets are destroying the Earth.
And decide to secretly sign up to their organization.
So I can lecture all of you having a great time on your private jet how much you are killing the planet.
Frankly, I can't believe I've been friends with any of you this whole time.
Jump off!
Jump off!
I need to be on the jet to tell you.
I need to be on the jet to lecture you guys about the dangers of climate.
Change.
I started this with the apple chips.
I ran my mouth about apple chips.
And here we are.
If I had the power to control the emissions of this plane, I would only amplify them to the level max so that people below me on the ground get soot on their head as I fly.
Are you trying to hurt my fingers?
Yes.
My only regret is that this plane does not emit enough carbon and greenhouse gases.
I'm not talking to you.
You're dead to me.
That's fine.
Driving with your friends is such an analog experience of life.
Setting ancient dinosaurs on fire, making small explosions inside of a combustion engine with cylinders.
Some have 8, some have 10. Real G's have 12. And then you get to race around and rubber grips you to the road.
This visceral, tangible, this very analog experience of life.
Breathing in the mountain air.
All of this, this analog experience of life is going to be replaced.
There won't be V12 Ferraris to race around in the mountains.
It'll be automated.
Technobots to take you from place A to place B. And I see the pattern of where we're all headed.
That's why I'm so dedicated to live the best possible existence I can live and smile every single day.
And to do that, unfortunately, the truth is you need brotherhood, you need strength, you need capability, and you also need a whole bunch of money.
Everything will be controlled by the AI autocrats.
The Matrix will finally close the gates.
This is the last analog generation.
This is the last season of the human series in which people could live an analog life.
If you're not trying to get rich to spend that money on analog things, then you're a fool.
Never lost a game.
Never lost a game to fucking pussy ass welfare ass diggers.
Don't worry about me.
I got it later.
Don't worry about me.
I can't lose.
I can't lose.
Oh my.
This motherfucking cheek.
Take a selfie.
Come then.
This is showing all my cars.
It doesn't matter.
It's a little tactical.
Uno.
Well fucking played.
Marcel, Marcel, I've never lost a game of Uno.
Marcel What is going on?
I've never lost a game of Uno.
I think I always win.
So.
Uno.
Uno.
Pussyhole!
On my jet!
April 23rd, you lost!
On my jet!
My jet!
April 23rd, you lost to me!
This is my jet now!
Me!
I won.
Tristan, did you notice there's something with the cars?
No, no.
You drive this to the way to the continental.
It's like, I'm just going to follow synthesis.
No, no.
The frame rate with the...
Andrew has in fact lost the game.
In fact, this makes him the sky loser, Marcel.
What was your situation for?
That's not biscuit.
What's the trick?
I met me in a biscuit.
Why are you so scared?
Myself.
That's a small tree.
What are you afraid of?
Now I'm drinking water.
If I didn't record this, people just wouldn't believe me when I say, what do we talk about?
We talk about being afraid of biscuits at 4 a.m.
Milk.
No more hot.
No more hot.
Come on, man.
Come on, man.
Come on.
Come on.
Give me the jab, Marcel.
Don't forget the jab.
Don't do the power punch.
Give me the jab.
Be smart.
Jab on the way in.
Jab at the shoulders.
That's it.
That's it.
Disrupt this blow like that.
Where's the two, three, four, eight, seven, nine, ten punches?
There we go.
Now you're working combos.
Nice punch.
Time.
Hold on.
Got my listen.
Nice punch.
That's all right.
Get up, man!
Get up!
Time.
No pay rise for you!
Come on, chef.
Come on, chap!
Come on, champ.
No.
No.
Fun as a tape mention, as always.
Evan beating Evan.
Evan coach.
Evan students.
You don't make it.
You just wait.
Stay safe.
Stay strong.
Cross hook loop.
There you go.
And the hook.
To his other shoulder.
30 seconds.
Jump on him.
Nice punch.
That's it.
Get on him then.
Work.
Nice.
Nice.
Hook the shoulder.
Don't let him recover again.
Reframe it.
Like the time going down is bad.
I'm almost out of time to hurt him.
Reframe in your head.
When I hear 30 seconds, I'm like, fuck.
I'm not like "Oh thank God it's almost over" family love Luke you've got to throw intercept those ones straight punches straight punches intercepts come on let's go come on you've got to give them all work Luke come on Andrew watch that come on work Luke come on come on Luke come on
I'm in.
When is round Luke?
Come on.
I do one more, please.
Shark.
Okay.
One breath, go again.
Just throw four.
Any four.
No, but that's a lot.
Excuse me, sir.
What do you have for sale?
I'll be the only guy who's smoking a cigar, racing around.
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