Grudge Match Page #11

...also from Pittsburgh,

Pennsylvania...

...former Light Heavyweight World

Champion...

...Henry "Razor" Sharp!

All right, boxers out.

Boxer out, one second.

All right, gentlemen.

You had my detailed instructions.

I expect you to obey

my commands at all times.

Protect yourself at all times.

Are there any questions?

Gutsy move going without a bra.

I've got a surprise for you when you

get home. I took a sh*t on your porch.

- We are live, guys. We are live right now.

- Touch them up.

Is this about me and you? Or her?

Me and you.

Oh, thank God. I thought he was

gonna say it was about the sh*t.

And here we go.

Box!

We can expect both men

to feel each other out at this point.

Sharp not looking

very Sharp at the moment.

Well, that's no surprise

after a 30-year layoff.

And there's a wild hook by

Billy "The Kid" that misses by a mile.

Don't load up, Pop! Don't load up!

Lots of rust on both sides.

- What do you think of this so far?

- It's not pretty at all.

Let's go, let's go.

Let's start the fight.

Now Sharp stepping forward

a little more assertively behind that jab.

McDonnen says, "Come on."

Come on, Kid! Roll and throw.

Sharp jabbing, then backing up.

- That's it!

- Razor was hurt by that punch!

- Dear God.

- And, boom, there it is.

- Kid's famous left hook finally showed up.

- Might've hurt Razor.

- Razor appears cut above his right eye.

- Razor is cut.

Come on!

Bell sounds.

- What?

- Hey.

That was a hard right

hand immediately after the bell.

- That will lead to a point deduction.

- That can cost the Kid a round.

Give him some water.

- You're doing real good, you p*ssy.

- That's not helping.

I'm 800 years old,

I say what I want.

- Can you stop the bleeding?

- For a while.

What are you doing,

hitting him after the bell?

You're gonna get us thrown out.

I need you to be smart.

- All right?

- Relax.

- He's gonna figure you out.

- Either way, I'm taking him out.

- Do it quick.

- Right.

And now round two

is about to get underway.

Have to give round

one to Sharp after that foul.

Roll and throw, Kid!

And Razor Sharp will waste

no time pressing his advantage.

Come on, Kid. Move that head.

- Unh!

- Oh!

Razor is unrelenting.

Pounding away.

- All right! All right!

- Roll and throw!

Razor continues to unload.

- Down goes Kid on a massive left hand.

- Oh, yes.

Referee Pat Russell

will pick up the count.

You got him! You got him!

Now finish him!

The Kid is taking

a ton of punishment...

...but that's always

been a part of his game.

- He's stronger than he looks.

- I'm okay, I'm okay.

He's got Kid in trouble.

- Oh, got him.

- Down he goes!

Get over there! Two!

He must just be thinking:

"Why in the hell did I do this?"

Roll and throw! Do it now!

You have got to start slipping punches and

letting your hands go. Roll and throw.

- You hear me? Roll and throw.

- Seven! You getting up?

Eight! Walk to me.

You okay, Kid?

Show me something. Box!

Get out of the corner! It's a trap!

Get out of the corner!

Now! Right now!

Oh, boy!

- Attaway, Kid!

- Goddamn it!

Now, let your hands go! That's it!

- Bell! Time!

- No boxing here.

This is an all-out war.

Let's go, baby!

Attaboy! Attaboy! Way to work!

Listen, he's got you figured out.

- So what?

- So I'm gonna call the fight.

He's slipping. Now you're fighting smart.

Keep that pressure on him.

Do not let up. Do not let up.

- You want to get your head bashed in?

- Don't worry about it.

- I'm watching that.

- It's all right.

I'm fine.

He's going down.

He's a sucker for the left.

Stay on him.

Breathe for me. That's it.

I have to give that round to Kid.

That round dominated by Sharp.

It's been a hellacious

display of courage by both fighters.

Kid has Razor in trouble.

That's it! Bell!

I'm taking you out.

- Are you stupid?

- Calm him down!

- He's done. Best man won.

- No, you're beating a guy with one eye.

- That's all.

- What do you mean?

Your eye's almost swollen shut.

Didn't work anyway.

At least you don't have to cut me.

- You don't listen to a thing I say, do you?

- Not this time. He's hurting too. He is.

Sharp's right eye

is badly swollen...

...fighting half blind.

Every time you come from the left, you

knock the snot out of him. He can't see it.

- That's bullshit.

- It's not bullshit.

- How do you know?

- Mom told me.

What do you think? She made it up?

That's the way it is.

It don't matter.

I'm kicking his ass.

What are you gonna do that for?

You attack his blind eye.

Everyone's gonna say

you didn't beat him at his best.

You're not gonna be

able to sleep at night!

Screw that.

I'm taking what's coming to me.

Kid, do this right. Stand in

front where he can see you!

Go knock him out!

Now, hurry up! I gotta pee.

Box!

Final round! Too close to call!

So many times in a

three-fight rivalry...

...the rubber match is the best.

- Kid on the attack.

- No!

Oh!

What a pounding!

Lightning!

Sharp is in trouble.

Razor backpedals woozily.

And down goes Razor.

- Sharp was hurt by that punch.

- It's your fight!

You wanna keep going?

Yeah. You bet your ass.

Hey, you can't do that!

I just did. Come on.

Kid lifted Razor off the canvas.

What's he doing?

Unbelievable! In all my years of

covering boxing, I've never seen it.

- I told him to do that!

- Oh!

That's my idea!

I told him to do that!

Now, Pat Russell

is gonna confer with the judges.

Give me those gloves.

And now the ref, in good

sportsmanship, is gonna wave them on.

I'm right in front of you.

No excuses.

No excuses.

They touch gloves one last time.

Now Kid has stopped ducking

and going to Sharp's left.

He's playing right into Sharp's strength.

Almost like he's challenging him.

Nail him! Now!

- That's it!

- Kid attacking with the left hook!

Sharp is in trouble.

The fighters exchange a flurry.

Brutal stuff. Finally, toe-to-toe!

Fifteen seconds left.

Oh, there's a massive

right hand by Razor...

...and Kid is on the canvas.

He is down!

Yeah, yeah!

Kid is not getting up.

This fight could be over!

Hey, Kid. No mas?

Razor pulls Kid up

before the count of 10.

Oh, for God's sakes.

I might actually cry now.

Oh, sh*t, I'm cry...

It's coming down a little bit.

- I didn't need your help.

- Right.

Are you okay, Kid?

Not really.

I'm dying, but I've

never felt better.

Heh. Hey, you did the right thing.

Thanks, son.

I love you, Dad.

Well, I'll never call

you a p*ssy again.

- Stupid, that's what I'll call you.

- Heh.

- I am so proud of you!

- Oh, yeah.

I told you it'd be okay.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we go to the scorecards.

Judge Alfredo Padillo

scores it 92-91 for Sharp.

Judge James Caballa

scores it 90 to 89...

...for McDonnen.

And Judge Marco

Rosario scores it...

...91 to 89...

...to the winner by

split decision...

...Henry "Razor" Sharp!

Sorry you lost, Kid.

No. He didn't lose nothing.

Trey, call me Grandpa.

Guess it was a mistake,

picking me up.

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