Cinderella Man Page #10

That last low blow

will cost you the round, Max.

Jesus!

Lt'll cost you the round.

Why don't you just kick him

in the balls, huh?

Joe, back in your corner!

What are you afraid of,

you son of a b*tch?

Get back to your corner!

Come on, Ref!

McAvoy is on the verge of

losing control of this fight.

Knock him on the ground,

Bulldog!

Last round.

That's right! Next champ!

You better worry about Baer's

corner in this next round.

You know what I mean.

You won this one.

It's a cinch. It is yours.

But I want you to play it

cagey now. All right?

I know you don't like

laying back...

but I want you to stay away

from his right...

do you understand me?

Stay away.

Right hand.

You're behind.

Are you listening to me?

You want to lose the championship

to this goddamn nobody?

Hey.

Come on, Jimmy!

This is your night.

Stay away.

Put him down!

Use your right hand.

Right hand.

Ten seconds!

Come on now. Finish him.

It's the last round, Jimmy.

There ain't no more.

You play this bastard smart

and they can't take it from you!

One more round to go, folks.

McAvoy stands

at center ring...

waiting for the fighters

to join him.

Touch gloves.

The boys touch gloves

at center ring.

And now they're right

back at it.

Oh, no, Jimmy!

Leave him alone!

Stay away from him!

That ain't laying back!

Braddock's corner

is yelling at Braddock...

to stay away from Baer.

Because Baer is looking

for the knockout.

Stay off him, Jim. Come on!

Right hand, Max. Yes!

What is he, stupid?

Step away!

Braddock trying to survive

this brutal onslaught!

Stay off him!

Don't let him touch you!

Hey, looking good, Maxie!

Watch the uppercut! Just

stay the hell away from him!

Baer cutting loose

with thunderous shots.

A left to the body.

Baer again with a right!

Braddock covering up,

trying to hang on.

Baer looking for the knockout.

He doesn't want this one

to go to the cards, folks.

They pound each other

with lefts and rights.

Braddock blocking

with his gloves and elbows.

Snaps a big right

to Maxie's jaw!

Baer smashes him

with a big right!

Braddock is back on the ropes.

Braddock lands

a crushing right.

Maxie desperately wants

to keep the crown...

from slipping away.

Jesus Christ.

Stay with him!

Both fighters are tired.

Baer is trying wildly

for the knockout!

But Jimmy is still standing...

and he's not only standing,

he's moving forward.

This is the finish.

Both boys are tired.

This is not boxing, folks.

This is a walloping ballet.

Ten seconds!

Time's up!

Son of a b*tch.

That is the bell! It's over!

This fight is over!

Son of a b*tch!

What a fight! Unbelievable!

Braddock came

into this fight...

the biggest underdog...

Come on, sweetheart.

...in pugilistic history.

You did it!

For 15 rounds he gave

it everything he had...

against the younger,

stronger champion.

We are waiting

for the decision.

Mae, it's all right.

Hey, McAvoy!

What?

Help me out here. Help me out.

How did you score the fight?

Nine-five, one even.

Which way?

You'll have to read it

in the papers, Sporty.

Oh, come on!

What the hell is this crap?

I'll tell you this much, they take

this long to make a decision...

they're gonna decide

to screw somebody.

Make a decision.

They're gonna rob

this poor bastard.

Unbelievable bullshit.

You win it.

Come on, make a decision!

Tell us who won, come on!

The crowd, on its feet

for almost the entire fight...

is still standing, yelling

for who they clearly believe...

to be the winner of

this fight.

But they'll have to wait and

see how the judges scored it.

Ladies and gentlemen...

we have your decision.

It's unanimous!

Winner, and the new world

heavyweight champion...

James J. Braddock!

You son of a b*tch.

James Braddock

has defeated Max Baer...

for the heavyweight

championship of the world!

He won!

You earned it.

Hell of a fight.

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