Gladiator Page #5

I knew this was coming, Ghost.

No hard feelings, huh?

When I make your face

look like Burger King.

I thought you were gonna

take some time off.

Horn persuaded me otherwise.

See, I win this, he's taking me pro.

Madison Square Garden.

I won't do it.

I ain't gonna fight you!

What do you want me to do?

I got no choice, Ghost.

This is my ticket. Right here.

Don't mess with that.

If you're my friend,

don't f*** with my life.

Lincoln's got a bleed.

He could die if he's hit hard.

Know how many times I've heard

that nonsense about bleeds?

How many times I've personally

seen it disproved?

Your doctor said Lincoln

needs 60 days rest.

That sawbones? We fired him.

If it was up to the medical profession,

there wouldn't be any boxing.

- I'm not fighting Lincoln.

- Yes, you are.

You're gonna fight him and beat him.

I'm gonna make a lot of money.

Because Lincoln's a big

favorite out there.

And after you've beaten Lincoln...

...we'll have a chat about your future.

- You understand?

- F*** you.

What, are these guys gonna kill me?

I certainly hope not.

You see, Tommy...

...you're the boy

I've been looking for.

Don't you know what you can be?

I'm talking welterweight champ.

I'm talking 2 million bucks in your

pocket when you fight for the title.

Broads love you, people love you.

Everywhere you go people say, " How are

you, champ? We love you, champ!"

You could have a high rise

on the moon, kid.

I'm trying to concentrate.

Be careful, huh?

All right!

When Lincoln loses, there's gonna be

a riot in here, so get him out fast.

Leo, let's go.

What have we here?

How are you, beautiful?

Come on. Let's go see the action.

Ladies and gentlemen!

The fight you've been waiting for.

The main event of the evening!

Fighting out of the Blue corner...

...Abraham Lincoln Haines.

Mr. Horn, Charlene, this

is Tommy Riley's fiance.

- We're not engaged.

- Just shacking up? Sorry.

Here's your boy now.

Come on, sit down.

Sit, sit. Here, next to me.

His opponent in the Red corner,

the Bridgeport Bomber.

Undefeated in five appearances

in this arena, Tommy Riley!

All right, post the odds.

- 2200, Blue.

- I got 2200 on Blue. Done.

- Give me 300 on the Red.

- Done.

You know why people get

so excited at fights?

It's the presence of death.

Come on.

Stick him, Lincoln! Stick him!

Break!

What the hell is this?

One! Two!

Fight me, Ghost!

Fight me, or I'm gonna hurt you bad!

Six! Seven!

Box!

Break. Damn it. Break!

- Are you gonna fight me?

- Break!

Let me go! Get the...

Break!

Box!

If you don't fight, Horn won't pay!

F***!

I could fight you both!

Leo?

Leo! Come here.

- Kid?

- Get out of here!

Mr. Horn would like you

to see who he's sitting with.

I think you'd better look.

Do we feel like fighting now?

You gonna beat me on my body?

Beat the body, the head

goes down with it.

Yeah, but you ain't good enough.

Hit him. Hit him in the head!

Use the left! Sock him!

Get out of there! Get out of there!

Break! Now!

Get up! Get up, you punk!

One! Two!

Three!

If I lose, Horn's gonna

hurt my girlfriend.

But I'm still not gonna

hit you in the head.

You're gonna have to kill me!

One! Two!

Are you gonna kill me?

Horn wants us to kill

each other. For what?

So he can get rich?

Fight!

One! Two!

Three! Four!

Five! Six!

Put them up!

Come get your money.

Go on and do it.

If you're gonna do it, do it now!

Lincoln, take him down!

Take him down, now!

Damn you.

Damn you to hell.

Who do you think you are?

Where do you think you're going?

Get over there and kick his ass!

You don't say no to me, boy!

No.

I'm not fighting for you no more.

Come on, let's help him.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...the management wishes to apologize

for the fiasco.

- That's not a fight!

- I want my money back!

Your wagers and your admission fee

will be refunded. Thank you.

- That's all right.

- I want you!

What?

I wanna fight you.

Right here, right now.

What's in it for me?

What have you got that

I could possibly want?

Me.

I get it.

You fight me, you win,

and you're free.

Is that it, huh?

You and your old man?

Okay. But if I win...

...when I win, you f***ing

little punk...

...you belong to me.

Do you understand?

You're mine.

Deal.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Introducing the former number-one-

ranked light heavyweight contender:

Jimmy Horn!

Cut them off!

Those are our seats!

- I want a nice clean fight.

- You stay out of this.

This is between him and me.

Ain't that right, Tommy?

Protect yourself at all times, kid.

Look at that face. Look at that face.

You're gonna need that, aren't you?

Come on. Take a shot. Here it is,

right there. Go ahead. Go ahead.

The top of the head.

The hardest part of the body.

What are you gonna do now?

What are you gonna do now?

Here he comes.

Miss. Big miss! I'm over here.

What's under here?

He hurt his hand!

That's why they invented gloves!

Stay away, kid! Move!

Say good night, kid.

Where you going now?

You better try something.

- That ain't good enough.

- Break!

Break!

Come on. Go to sleep,

go to sleep. That's it.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Come on, kid.

Six!

Seven!

You can make it.

Eight!

Nine!

One!

Two!

Three!

- Stay down, kid.

- Four!

- Stay down!

- Five!

Six!

What's the matter?

Can't you finish me?

Top of the head!

Hardest part of the body!

I thought you were a great finisher?

Can't beat a kid with one arm?

Anger is the enemy.

Get him, Ghost!

One! Two! Three!

Four! Five!

Six! Seven! Eight!

Nine! Ten! You're out!

You did it! You did it!

And you didn't break your hand.

"Make them think you're weak

when you're strong"!

My man!

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