Grudge Match Page #10

- Everybody's laughing! The world's laughing!

- Right.

But we're not dead. In fact, this whole thing

has made me feel more alive than ever!

You? What about you?

- Huh? Don't let her get in the way.

- Leave her out of it.

- Or what? You're not gonna fight?

- Leave her out of it. You and me.

- Yeah! It's me and you! Right!

- You're a child.

What are you doing? Give

him his balls back!

Let him fight me! Let him

reclaim his manhood!

Please, I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

This is our last chance. Let's finish

this once and for all. Come on. Come on!

Come on.

It ain't gonna happen.

Wha...?

What are you doing?

I'm done. Come on.

Hey.

Don't make a mess,

or I have to clean it up.

Walter. Are you working here now?

I didn't know that.

Yeah, man. You know, well, it's always

been my life passion, to wait tables.

Well, a job's a job, right?

- I am not complaining.

- Right.

I'm happy to have a job.

It would kill me

if I couldn't bet on you, man.

I don't know about the betting. You know,

things happen. You never know for sure.

Me and a bunch of guys from the plant,

we're gonna be in the nosebleeds.

That's nice of you.

Don't let this high-paying job

fool you. We could all use a win.

- And that sorry-ass burger is on me.

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Be cool, man.

- All right, man.

I got it.

Hey, Trey. Let's go!

Breakfast is on the table.

I don't wanna be waiting on you.

Five minutes.

Okay, Dad.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You're BJ?

- Yeah, that's right. How you doing?

Mom, she's told me all about you.

You know, recently.

- You look like her.

- Really?

No, not really.

Heh. I was gonna say.

Come on inside.

Hey, Ma, Razor's here.

Can I get you something?

Some juice?

No, I'm okay.

Listen, don't tell my morn I said this.

If she knew, she'd stab me with a fork...

...but I think she's really glad you're

around. She thinks you're a good guy.

I don't know,

I just wanted you to know that.

- Thank you. I like that.

- Good.

Hey, Ma.

Excuse me. Heh.

I'm gonna let you guys be.

Okay.

- Good kid.

- He's a good boy.

I'm gonna fight.

Don't let him use me to

shame you into doing this.

I'm not. I'm not.

Not at all.

I made so many mistakes, Sally.

I made so many.

Maybe I shouldn't have

quit boxing 30 years ago.

Maybe I should've spent more time

with you. I ignored you so much.

Maybe I could've forgiven you

and helped raise your kid.

Maybe I could've done so

many things that I didn't do.

I just don't wanna make any

more mistakes. I'm done with that.

I let him take from me...

...the two things

that mattered most:

You and boxing. I just shut it out.

I don't even have a TV.

Can you believe that?

Because I'm afraid I might flip

to a fight by accident...

...and be embarrassed because I'm

a fighter. I was born to be a fighter.

I had some talent. I did.

And I just walked away so early.

I love you.

Always have. Always will.

You're stuck with me, believe me.

But I've always regretted

not beating Kid at his best.

No matter how hard you guys work,

it won't be your best.

It's the best we got.

Then go kick his ass.

Well, since you put it like that.

Heh, he's a dead man.

Stay left.

Stay left.

Left. Left!

Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo!

I think I might be ready.

Yeah, you're ready.

You're a one-eyed monster.

Agh!

Okay, so this is my VIP section,

I need to fill it with VIPs. Understand?

I want a Kardashian.

Give me a big-tittied Playmate.

Whatever p*ssy actor that played

a boxer in a movie, I want him.

- Lou, you got anybody?

- My mother.

These are VIP. That woman can't see.

I can put her up top. She can hear.

- She's looking forward to this.

- I'm not gonna waste that time.

Down! Set.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

BJ, you got a visitor.

They're yours, coach.

All right, listen up!

Look, I know you got every right

to hate me. And I don't blame you.

But I need you now.

I need you in my corner.

You're the best person for me.

I know I wasn't there

for you and Trey.

I can't take that back.

I can't fix it.

I brought him these.

- Butterscotch jellybeans.

- Heh.

Figure he's old enough now.

- Yeah, you're really not very good at this.

- No, I'm not.

But I'm trying, you know.

And I brought this too.

I collected these over the years.

Just so you know the whole story.

Hello again, everybody. I'm Jim

Lampley and welcome to Pittsburgh...

...where a raucous sold-out crowd has

assembled for this unique grudge match.

Now, you stand to the left

and you keep him in your vision.

- I will. Don't worry.

- I am worried.

I love you like a son,

but I'm telling you right now:

If you're taking a beating,

I'm throwing this in.

- Don't do that.

- I'm gonna. I'm not asking.

I am telling you.

I'll also tell you something else.

If you beat this mug, there's gonna be

a new television in the living room.

I don't want one.

Not for you. For me.

I gotta tell you. It's probably the

shittiest wrap job I ever seen.

Thought maybe you could

use a little help today, huh?

Yeah, I could. Sure.

Remember what I taught you.

Don't mess this up.

Just sit back and relax.

I'm doing it perfect.

- You've got fragile hands.

- You're a stubborn son of a b*tch.

Where do you think I got it from?

Ha-ha-ha.

- Guys, it's time.

- Showtime.

Okay.

- Be careful.

- Let's go! You ain't getting any younger!

Nice.

Time, guys.

All right. All right,

we'll be right there.

Breathe for me.

Breathe, that's it.

Okay. That's it.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

You think I still got it?

I think you still got it.

Hey, somehow,

you never lost it. All right?

Good.

Let's go to work.

Let's do this.

I guess the city of Pittsburgh missed all the

fanfare about what a joke this fight is.

- This is some crowd.

- This could be good.

Holy sh*t.

Well put.

Going without the scooter?

You kidding me?

With all that hot talent out there,

I can land me some snapper tonight.

I just threw up in my mouth.

And here comes

Billy "The Kid" McDonnen.

McDonnen, if you're dusting off your history

book, was 41-1 in his 12-year career.

The one loss was against Sharp.

That's the Kid!

And now, Razor Sharp

makes his way into the arena.

It's not very often

we've seen a crowd in one city...

...so evenly divided, Jim.

In his nine-year career, Sharp

had 33 professional wins and only 1 loss.

And we all know who that was to.

Welcome to this evening's

very special main event.

Ladies and gentleman...

...let's get ready to rumble!

Introducing first, fighting

out of the blue corner...

...wearing his trademark

kelly-green trunks...

...and weighing in at 175 pounds,

from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...

Yeah, Kid!

"Fighting out of the

Kid McDonnen Auto Mall...

...where zero percent financing

will knock you out."

- Open Sundays!

- Oh, come on, man.

The former Light Heavyweight

Champion of the world...

...Billy "The Kid" McDonnen!

And fighting out of

the red corner...

...wearing white with black...

...weighing in at 178 pounds...

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