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Oh, and a right-hand uppercut,

That staggered Manfredy!

Iceman stalking him,

He knows he's got him hurt,

Oh, body shots!

Right, left to the body!

Left hook and he's down!

He's down! He's down!

That's why they call him

the Iceman!

Well, Carlos Manfredy...

gets a one-way ticket

back to Brazil!

George "Iceman" Chambers...

remains undefeated

heavyweight champion!

And the big man on the block!

Are you fighting Montel next?

Just another sucker who's

gonna get his ass whipped.

If the money's right,

bring on Montel.

Nobody's running,

nobody's ducking.

Nobody-I mean, nobody-

can stand up to what I got.

Does that include Montel?

Oh, yeah, that damn sure

includes Montel.

Mr. Lewis!

Estimates are up

to 300 million dollars...

for the pay-per-view

gate alone.

Any comment on that?

Let's make the deal first.

But my first guess is

you're a few million short.

And, Iceman,

it's nine months till summer.

What's next for you?

Well, first of all,

I'm gonna go to L.A...

you know, see some friends...

then I'm gonna do

a little partying.

Hey, hey... that's it.

I've done things in my life...

maybe I shouldn't have.

I know that.

But I did not want to,

and I told him "No. "

You'll be moving

into a new home...

going to live with

murderers and thieves...

in California's newly-built...

Sweetwater Prison

in the Mojave Desert,

Without getting into

legal strategy...

let's discuss your trial.

You continue to maintain

your innocence.

I didn't rape nobody.

I done a lot of wrong sh*t

in my life...

but I ain't no punk-ass rapist.

Look at me.

What I gotta rape somebody for?

Psst. Monroe.

You see him through the window?

Big deal's got his own

helicopter service...

instead of coming

in here on the bus.

He's the champ.

What's this sh*t?

Don't think negative, man.

I don't want to hear that sh*t.

This is your house.

You own this place.

If this was my house,

I could get up and leave.

He's here.

Just getting out

of the helicopter.

Maybe you'd like to meet him,

Mr. Ripstein.

I could bring him over.

You two could talk boxing.

I'll tell you when

I want to talk to him.

Why couldn't your high-priced

team of lawyers...

convince a judge and a jury?

Because I put people

in body bags on TV...

and get paid

a lot of money for it.

Because I'm a big, bad,

black motherf***er-

that's why nobody believes me.

I have received

over 170 requests...

for interviews with you,

Mr. Chambers.

Networks, local TV, cable...

ever newspaper organization

in the country...

foreign press, foreign TV-

you name it,

I have turned them all down,

Mr. Chambers,

here is Sweetwater,

Maximum security, level five...

state correctional

institution...

with nearly

seven hundred prisoners.

We house only murderers,

armed robbers, rapists...

and those with

connections to gangs...

and other forms

of organized crime.

The state is trying to

spare lesser criminals...

the contaminating influence

of these more hardened types.

Now, we don't want

any incidents that might add...

to your already great

difficulties, Mr. Chambers,

This is Mr. Mercker.

He's the senior prison officer,

He's the head guard,

This is Ms. Early,

our administrative officer.

She can arrange

for religious counsel...

or instruction, if you wish.

Whatever.

I need a CD player and some CDs.

Now, I'll give you a list.

My people on the outside

will pay for it all.

Not possible

for the first six months.

It's a privilege,

has to be earned.

Any and all privileges...

will depend upon

your general conduct,

Mr. Chambers,

you have been convicted...

and sent here

for the crime of rape.

That's a very serious mater,

If you'd take advantage...

of this opportunity

to apologize...

to this woman

and to sports fans...

and the American public

for letting them down-

heck, even the former

president of the-

Man, f*** the president!

I ain't apologizing-

not to you, not to her,

not to nobody!

And you lucky I got this

damn gate between you and me...

or Id rip you a new a**hole,

you judgmental motherf***er!

Another strong

athlete in the joint!

Welcome to Sweetwater,

Chambers!

If you

need anything, champ...

I got you covered,

Hey, champ!

Seen all your fights, man!

You got a name?

Mingo.

Mingo, move your sh*t,

stay out of my way...

and we'll get along just fine.

Hey, listen. It's an honor

to be cellmates with you.

I don't want no trouble, champ.

No trouble. You just gonna

stay out of my way.

He just thinks he's the king.

Because he's the heavyweight

champ, he's the man.

Well, for some of us others,

we have rights, too...

and I had the right to say no

if I didn't want to.

I want everybody

to keep your distance.

I don't need to make

no new friends...

or hear no sad stories

on why they're here.

I got my own sad story for that.

I ain't loanin' nobody

no money...

so you tell 'em don't even ask.

And I don't want

nobody talking to me...

unless I talk to 'em first.

- You got that?

- Got it.

"Leave the champ alone. "

I know boxing.

I seen a lot of fights.

You're a good champeen,

Who the hell are you?

This is Mendy Ripstein.

He's a very important man

in here.

Ripstein,

Yeah, my manager, Yank Lewis,

he told me to say hello.

I don't remember him.

He said you two

were friends in Miami...

about twenty-five years ago.

I didn't have

any friends in Miami.

A lot of people, they say

they knew me from the old days.

They're full of sh*t.

You're a good champeen...

but we got a champeen

right here...

and he can kick your ass.

Kiddin' me.

I watch all your fights.

You're not as good as you were.

You're just looking

for one big punch.

You're not

throwing combinations.

You're not using as much

head movement on defense.

Yeah, right, old man.

I'm just knocking

motherfuckers out.

Who's the punk in here

you got in mind?

Oh, did I hurt your feelings?

F*** you.

Heh. Monroe.

Name's Monroe Hutchen.

Mr. Ripstein thinks

he can whip up on you, man...

but no offense. Not trying

to cause any trouble here.

# Hey, yo, it's real in here #

# All of these contenders know

just how it feels in here #

# When you're trin'

to be the top boss #

# Put your gloves on, then #

# This here

be the sport of men #

# Everybody

wants a shot at me #

# One word,

you get knocked out #

# Rocked out the box #

# Only men

leave a place like this #

# Hardcore,

I'm in your face like this #

# Tell your mama that

you'll never come home #

Which one of these suckers

in here is Monroe Hutchen?

He's over there in line,

wearing a white cap.

What's happening, Mo? Yeah.

Brought in

some big guys in here.

He beat 'em all.

It ain't only about being big.

You gotta have skill, son.

You Monroe Hutchen?

Yep.

I guess you know who I am.

Are you the champion in here?

Yeah.

Not the heavyweight champ.

Champion...

heavyweight or

any other kind they got.

I didn't even know they had

boxing in a place like this.

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