Undisputed Page #3

Well, it's a special program.

We only get bouts

ever six months.

Mostly we fight guys

from other prisons.

How long you been on top?

Ten years.

Ever since I got in here.

Damn. Brother, that's

a real fine record you got.

I gotta congratulate you.

Yeah! You want some of this?

Yeah! Come on!

I'm gonna win.

Come on! What?

Ain't no champ in here but me!

I'm giving you another chance.

I'm inclined to overlook

what happened this afternoon...

and not make it a par of

your official record,

Look, let's get something

straight, Mr. Warden.

I'm not just some convict

doing five to ten.

I'm a real big deal.

Not only am I

heavyweight champ...

I'm close to being the most

famous man in the world.

So if you think

you're gonna lean on me...

like these punks

you got in here...

you better think again...

because if anything

happens to me...

it's gonna be on

the 6:
00 news worldwide.

There's gonna be

a whole lot of people...

askin' a whole lot

of questions...

and you and your little crew

here better know that.

Just my luck he got sent here.

Iceman, my ass.

He's just another goddamn thug.

One who happens

to be a world champion...

and a potential

public relations nightmare.

Mr. Hutchen.

You know the little problem...

you had with

the Iceman yesterday?

Got you in some trouble.

Heavyweight champ.

Man gave me a cheap shot.

Yeah, I know,

By the court

and the higher powers...

you contributed to a situation

that threatened violence.

One thing you ought

to know by now, Monroe,

Life ain't fair,

Not fair at all,

The warden understands...

what he's doing

is unfortunate...

but unless Mr. Hutchen

and the Iceman are separated...

there will be

enormous pressure...

for another

physical confrontation,

Nobody likes this...

but Mr. Hutchen's presence

is an incitement to violence...

and he will be kept in there

until such time...

as we can make arrangements for

his travel to another facility.

OK.

Hey, Monroe.

Take care of yourself

in there, Monroe.

Sergeant Marinez

to the hill tower,

New duty roster just got posted.

You're working

in the kitchen with me.

Look, since we're gonna

be stuck together...

what you in here for?

You know, champ,

I don't mean to be...

telling you what to do

or anything, but...

it's not considered polite

to ask why we're here.

Kinda violation of the ethics.

You know, the code?

Yeah.

People take it as disrespect.

Yo! You keeping in shape,

Mr. Iceman?

Who's this chump?

Call him Ratbag.

Runs with Monroe.

Sh*t.

Thinks he's his manager,

- Ratbag?

- Ratbag.

OK, Ratbag,

what you in here for?

- Me?

- Yeah, you.

Arson.

Nothin' up close and personal.

You hit people much?

What do you mean?

You know, punch people.

When you were a kid

or since you been in here.

Sometimes. Not much.

I never was the physical type.

You want to hit me?

What, are you kidding?

You can say you did it.

"I punched

the heavyweight champ. "

You can tell people

all about it.

It might even make you...

feel good about

your little punk-ass self.

I don't want to hit you, Iceman.

Sh*t!

Sure you do!

You don't even like me.

Come on, man.

Go crazy. Let one go.

If I hit you just this once,

will that end it?

I won't have to hit you anymore?

All you gotta do

is hit me one time...

and I'm telling you, man,

it'll make you feel good...

and it ain't gonna hurt me none.

Aright. Just once.

Just to satisfy whatever

weird trip you're on...

and show you

that I'm a good guy...

trying to do what you want.

Right. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Unh!

Ohh! Yeah, baby!

Oh, yeah! Yeah!

I hit the Iceman!

Yo!

- Yeah!

- Thank you.

You still feel good, Ratbag?

Yeah. I guess so.

You're not mad, are you?

Ohh! Damn!

No, I'm not mad at you.

Now, you go tell Monroe

what I said.

Ain't but one champ in here!

And it ain't some

nickel-and-dime convict...

beating up on fools in prison!

Get that b*tch outta here.

# Yo, assemble the criminals #

# With subliminal

brought to the forefront #

# Hey, ain't nobody

know I'm in here #

# Check me, you'll learn

to respect me #

# Homeboy, don't correct me #

# I'll call you out,

step on necks #

# Man, I'm better,

stand over #

# Took out them cocky,

wanna be Rocky #

# N*ggers that ran up

from the outside #

# The inside my metal cell #

# Who the hell

wanna star bitching #

# Get across in the kitchen #

# End up in the infirmary #

# On close watch, talk sh*t #

# That ass will get muted #

# F***in' with the undisputed #

I ain't gotta spend my time

makin' potato salad.

Where I come from...

we didn't have

any kind of salads.

Where's that?

Indian country. Oklahoma.

Hmm.

Look, man, I know

I'm not supposed to ask...

but what you in here for?

I stole some rich guy's

Mercedes in L.A.

I got a Mercedes. Three of 'em.

Mr. Hutchen.

It's Darlene Early, the G.A.O.

General administration officer.

I need to do

the interview and paperwork...

for your transfer to Folsom.

How are your spirits?

I want you to know...

I'm not in favor

of solitary confinement.

Not for you,

not for anybody else.

It's OK in here.

You can't be serious.

It's all a prison.

I live inside my head.

So that's how

you're doing your time?

Are you really that much

in control of your emotions?

Been that way all my life.

Only time I ever lost it

is what got me in here.

Yeah. I'm familiar

with your case history.

So you prefer your own company?

Most of the time.

I am supposed to recommend

whether or not...

you seem to require a detailed

psychiatric evaluation.

Other than the incident

in the mess hall-

That wasn't me.

Why don't you

go talk to the hotshot champ?

Ask him about it.

So you deny any responsibility?

Yeah, I deny it. How does

that affect me movin' on?

This has no bearing

in your transfer to Folsom.

You know, this whole thing...

this whole thing

is about people bein' scared.

Aren't you afraid of him?

Afraid. Sh*t, no.

He's a fighter. I'm a fighter.

If I'm better on that day,

I win.

That's just the way it goes.

Someday, ever fighter loses.

Sooner or later,

somebody comes along...

and they got your ticket.

Too old, just wasn't your day,

whatever the reason is.

in the end,

everybody gets beaten.

The most you can hope for

is that you stay on top a while.

Be the best.

I tried to say hello

to that old gangster.

Ripstein.

He said he don't remember you.

He remembers.

He just don't want to admit it.

Standard mob procedure.

Guys like him deny

they ever had a mother.

Yeah. Right.

How you makin' out, man?

It's sh*t, but I can handle it.

Yeah. Rumor goin' around

you almost stared a riot.

It was all bullshit, man.

I had to let the peeps in here

know who's the boss.

Just keep

your goddamn nose clean.

You already got

enough problems.

And since they stripped

you of your title...

they're having this

elimination tournament...

to figure out a new champ.

Everybody thinks

Briscoe's a lock to win it.

Word is, Montel's fighting

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