Undisputed Page #6

I know that fighters

usually get...

fifty percent, minimum,

on the outside.

Yeah, but we're not outside.

I want more.

I got a sister,

she got three kids...

no job, no skills, no husband.

Government gives her

a check once a month.

I could send her the money.

You're gonna get thirty percent

of everything we win.

It's a deal?

Forty percent.

That's it.

You wanted to see the Iceman?

Mr. Ripstein thanks you

for bringing him...

to this neutral location.

The Iceman doesn't want

any disappointments.

He expects to negotiate.

You have to understand...

that Mr. Ripstein is

a great boxing enthusiast...

a great student of the art...

a great historian

of the prize ring.

Mr. Ripstein

believes the truest...

purest expression

of the sport...

was the bare-knuckle fights

of the Nineteenth Century...

the Queensbury rules.

Oh, no, no.

The London Prize Ring rules.

Queensbury changed the rules

to the ones that we got now.

Look, let's cut through

all this bullshit.

I want out.

Otherwise, no fight.

How you gonna pull it off?

We handle that through

the Department of Corrections.

We got a guy on the committee.

I got your word on this?

You better get ready to fight.

# Train all day #

# You know I gotta feel

the pain all day #

# Work hard even if

it rain on me #

# Nothing less than

five miles in the morning #

# I'm jogging and yawning #

# Stick and move,

intense, here we go #

# One, two,

come up the ring now #

# What you gonna do? #

# Showboat when

I expose the ribs #

# Watch for the hook #

# Place bets, hey,

money on the books #

# You ain't seen a fight

till you seen what I took #

# I got precision,

the jab keep you #

# At the perfect distance,

and it can be done #

The fight is six weeks

from tomorrow night.

Y'all got that amount of time

to get your fighters in shape.

These are the rules.

Mr. Ripstein has gone

through a lot of trouble...

putting them together.

What about a foul?

Who's gonna ref this thing?

There isn't any referee.

That's one of the rules.

What kind of sh*t is this, huh?

Mr. Mercker can judge fouls

from outside the cage.

No kicking, butting, low blows.

If you win or lose on a foul,

all deals are off.

This is a bunch of crap, OK?

My guy's got a lot more to lose

than this other chump.

Nowhere to train properly,

First there's no gloves,

then these dumbass rules.

Truth is, we don't know sh*t

about fighting this way.

And that makes you even.

# Train all day #

# Even though I gotta feel

the pain all day #

# Work hard even if

it rain on me #

# Nothing less than

five miles in the morning #

# I'm jogging and yawning #

# Stick and move,

intense, here we go #

# One, two,

come up the ring now #

# What you gonna do? #

# Showboat when

I expose the ribs #

# It's the standard

arrangement #

# Trust me,

they'll crown me the king #

# Learn a routine

and get between #

# Because I'm still

the champeen #

Mr. Ripstein, I don't

want to cause no trouble,

I wanted to talk to you

about the rules, you know?

Actually, about the gloves.

There aren't any gloves.

It says so on page three

of the rules.

Yeah, I know,

but it'll make for a dull fight.

I mean, bare knuckles,

nobody throws a lot.

If you watch those old films...

of Jack Johnson

and Jeffries and Cornet-

Those guys were trained

in bare-knuckle style, you know?

It was like a news flash

when somebody threw a punch.

I just want to make it

clear that I agree...

but my boy?

He don't give a sh*t.

Gloves, no gloves,

it don't matter.

Bring him on.

We ain't backing up for nobody.

Jab, baby! That's right, jab!

Be a lot more

hitting with gloves.

I gave you a copy of

the London Prize Fight Rules...

that Mr. Ripstein typed out,

and it says "No gloves. "

No. Wait a minute.

He's right.

It's a better fight

with six-ounce gloves.

Get 'em,

Monroe!

How you doing, brother?

First, there's a smile,

then comes a cheap shot, huh?

I guess nobody's dumb enough

to fall for that twice, huh?

You got that right, Mr. Iceman.

You can call me Champ.

Now see, you've been told.

In here, I'm the champ.

You believe that, you must

believe in the tooth fair.

Nobody's backing up.

Hold on, brother.

You gonna get your chance.

Good evening,

I'm Maureen O'Boyle,

Tonight on CNO X's

"The inside Story"...

we'll be talking

with Tawnee Rawlins...

in an exclusive interview...

that will be her

first public statement...

since the sensational

trial and conviction...

of George "Iceman" Chambers...

former heavyweight

champion of the world.

Thanks for being

with us, Tawnee.

I was scared.

I didn't want

to be there anymore.

I- I didn't want

to do nothing with him...

but he wouldn't stop.

This whole thing

is just such a mess.

I've been out of work...

since this

whole thing happened...

and I had to have lots

of doctors and lawyers...

and I got stacks of mail

from people...

saying that they hate me...

because I took away

their heavyweight champ...

and that I'm a gold digger

and all that...

but I say

walk a mile in my shoes.

I did not want

to cause him any harm...

but he wouldn't listen to me,

and he wouldn't stop.

These dumb shits been watching

too many old prison movies.

You get on the horn.

Get me a situation red in here.

Central security,

this is the mess hall.

We have a situation red.

Repeat, a situation red.

We've got a situation,

Get down to the mess,

On the double, all right?

Riot's coming down,

Hey, Iceman!

Hey, Iceman.

Before you came here...

we all figured

you were some kind of dude.

Then you show up

actin' like you're the God...

and we're the sod,

Well, hey, man,

ever dog in here...

wanted to see you

get your ass kicked,

You're goin' down, man!

Sh*t.

Kick your ass, motherf***er!

Let's go! Move!

Move! Move! Move!

Give 'em one!

Take out the ceiling!

Again!

He cancelled the fight,

Jesus f***in' Christ,

this f***in' state.

Who the f***

does this f***in' warden...

f***in' think he is?

Doesn't anybody know how to do

business in this f***in' state?

My f***in' wife and her f***in'

asthma and allergies.

We had to move

to the f***in' desert.

Goddamn f***in'

chickenshit doctors...

I should've known better than

listen to those shitheels.

F***in' Palm Springs...

Lay there in the f***in' sun

and do nothin'.

Then this f***in' state

grabs my ass for taxes.

Why the f*** I didn't stay

in f***in' Florida...

where people know how

to do f***in' business.

F***in' wife

and her f***in' asthma.

Sh*t,

Somethin' needs

to get f***in' done...

I gotta do it myself.

Call the f***in' warden.

I wanna meet him.

Yes, sir, Mr. Ripstein.

I don't make it a habit

of meeting with prisoners.

I'm doing this out of deference

to Mr. Mercker here...

who thought

it'd be a good idea.

However, any attempt to have me

reinstate the fight...

between Mr. Chambers and

Monroe Hutchen will be futile.

It has been

irrevocably cancelled.

Can I tell you a story?

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