Southside Page #6

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You know what I saw

on the way over here?

No, what?

"Travis sucks dick."

Signed Northside,

spray-painted

on a f***in' wall.

Who gives a sh*t, all right?

They all ride

f***in' sidesaddle anyway.

You know, uh,

some word on the street

that, uh,

you're so scared of Dumiak,

you won't

even show tonight.

F*** off, all right?

Don't worry about Dumiak.

Just worry about

what you gotta f***in' do.

Well, I don't need to worry

about f***in' Sangster.

- Oh, no?

- No.

What the f***

happened last time?

Could you just stop it

with that f***in' sh*t, all right?

You went out there

like a f***in' dynamo.

What the f***

went wrong?

Jacko!

It was just seein' Sangster,

all right?

What does that mean?

What the f***

does that mean, Travis?

I'd heard about him, okay?

Good boxer,

fast hands,

but I never seen him, right?

So then you remember

right before the fight

when I ran out to take a piss?

Yeah.

So I'm standin' there,

pissing, right?

When this guy comes in, right?

Singin' and f***in' smilin',

right?

Comes up to me, looks down,

gives me this wink.

"Hey, big boy."

[Gloved fists pounding]

He f***in' said that?

Yeah, man, ; I thought

he was gonna grab

my f***in' cock

or something.

Why didn't you rip his f***in'

arm off and shove it up his ass?

I had the fight

to think about, right?

So... and plus I thought,

you know, later, you know,

we'd find him, you know?

So then I get

in the ring, right?

And I'm all charged up to kill

this f***in' Sangster guy.

Takes off his hood.

It's the same

f***in' f*ggot

from the bathroom

checkin' my sh*t out.

Bullshit.

Yeah.

Right, and you know how

I like to get in there, right?

Control the fight

from the beginning,

go right into

the f***in' clinch.

Only this guy wants that.

Well, you didn't

want that, right?

No, man, I was doing everything

I could to f***in', you know,

stay away from this queer.

But you got him in the clinch,

didn't you?

Right, finally...

and he f***in' loved it.

Did he?

Sure, he did, man.

That's what he wanted

all along.

How do you know he loved it?

Well, he was f***in'

holding me, man,

like some broad

on the f***in' dance floor,

but it was a f***in' guy.

Uhn!

[Gloved fists pounding]

Wait a minute.

Are you saying that he got

the f***in' hard-on

in the clinch?

Yeah, man, he did.

He f***in' did, right?

And that's

why he's going down tonight,

first round,

no f***in' around this time.

[Gloved fists pounding]

F***, I wish you would

have told me that sooner.

It was just too f***ed up

to talk about.

You know?

All right, f*** that.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

All right, come on.

Let's f***in' go.

Come on.

Let's do this.

Why the f***

didn't you kick Ralph's ass

outside the Blitz club

that night?

What the f***

are you talking about?

He's a fag;

you should have kicked

his f***in'

head in with me.

He's f***ing

paralyzed!

[Knocking]

15 minutes, Travis!

15 minutes to kill time.

All right!

[Door shuts]

[Sighs]

(Travis)

Hey, man.

Pascoe don't

hate you that much,

all right?

Can you hear that, Jacko?

It's f***in' packed

out there, baby.

[Crowd chattering]

(Gordon)

You're not listening to me.

(Donald)

You're not giving me

what I want!

I am listening

to you.

You're not listening to me,

for Christ sakes!

Well, talk to me!

I'm telling you, I was just down

in the f***in' locker room.

- He ain't there.

- He's here somewhere!

All right, we gotta

get your f***in' legs moving,

your blood pumping.

This little f*ggot's

gonna think you freaked

after the last

f***in' fight, Travis.

That's why you're gonna

f***in' kill him, right?

You're gonna f***in'

go right in,

and you're

gonna smash him,

and you're gonna

f***in' clinch him.

Clinch him!

This is the kid's big night,

for Christ sakes.

Don't be f***in' up

his head now; come on.

You know better.

(Donald)

I see you're doubling up

on your bet

tonight, huh?

So what?

This is the kid's big chance.

Don't f*** up his head now,

you hear me?

Hey, you f***in'

owe me, a**hole.

Don't forget what f***in'

happened with Skids, all right?

No.

You f***in' trapped him,

and you smashed him, right?

He was grabbin'

into me.

You f***in' clinched him,

Travis!

You smashed him,

and you f***in' clinched him!

What f***in' happens

in the clinch, Travis?

What happens

in the clinch?

Feel f***in' alive,

you know?

You feel power in your arms

and your legs!

Your whole body,

alive!

Uhn!

Yeah, you feel him.

Your arms locked,

smellin' his sweat...

[sniffs]

Yeah, his breath.

Feelin' his power.

Yeah.

[Gloved fists pounding]

But he's not as strong as me!

No!

I was alive,

and he was dead!

And that's the only thing

that f***in' matters

in the world!

[Grunting]

Uhn!

You gotta f***in'...

you gotta f***in'

listen to me.

Okay?

You listen to me.

Nobody can f***in' beat you,

all right?

Nobody can f***in'

beat you, Travis.

You're gonna

f***in' clinch him.

In the first round, Travis,

you're gonna f***in' clinch him,

and you're gonna f***in'

kill him, all right?

That little f*ggot,

he f***in' got away last time.

He can't f***in' get away

this time, Travis, all right?

We gotta finish

this sh*t!

We gotta f***in'

go in there,

and it's one f***in'

thought, Travis!

- It's one word!

- Kill!

- You're gonna f***in' kill him, right?

- Kill!

Who are

you gonna kill?

- Sangster!

- You're gonna kill Sangster, right?

F***in'

kill Sangster!

Let's f***in'

kill him then!

- Let's f***in' kill him!

- Queer bastard!

Let's f***in' finish him,

all right?

- Finish him!

- Let's show him what we got, Travis!

Let's f***in' show him

what we got!

You kill him,

all right?

- You f***in' kill him!

- Kill him.

(both)

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Let's f***in'

kill him, Travis!

F***ing kill him!

KILL HIM!

[Cheering]

I want you

to clinch him.

I want you

to clinch him.

Don't be afraid of it,

do you hear me?

Don't be

afraid of it.

Clinch him

tight, tight, tight.

All right?

(man)

All right, son.

All right, kid,

go get him.

[Crowd chattering]

[Bell dings]

[Cheering]

[Sonorous pounding]

[Echoey cheering]

[Wildly cheering]

[Bell dinging]

Whoo!

Yeah!

(Gordon)

Clear the way!

Here he comes!

Hey, hey!

My boy,

hey!

Southside!

Great fight.

King of

the Southside.

Great fight,

Travis.

Great fight.

We'll go a long way

together, kid.

A long way.

Pascoe,

six figures.

Yeah,

did I tell you?

You got it!

Top of

the f***in' world!

[Cheering]

Come on, fellas,

let's go downstairs.

Hey, Slade.

Good fight,

Slade.

How's your boy

Sangster, huh?

Ah, yeah,

yeah, yeah.

Come on,

let's go down,

celebrate;

come on, fellas.

Hey.

Hey, Travis.

Travis, come on.

Hurry up and get dressed,

will you?

Murray's up in my office,

making a call.

Hurry up.

Get dressed, come on.

Hey, where the f***

is Jacko?

Oh, he's probably

under the seats,

humpin' some honey.

[Chuckles]

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