Undisputed Page #7

One of my favorites.

It's about how things get done.

This is a story that

takes place in about-

it must've been

the middle 1950s.

I was second in charge

of certain operations...

second to a Mr. Meyer Lansky.

There was this casino-

a new one-

that had been built

in a neighboring town.

But the mayor, he wanted

to close that casino...

because he did not

like gambling.

He thought it brought

the wrong kind of people.

So he ordered

the casino closed. Ohh.

I had to report this

to Mr. Lansky.

So Mr. Lansky,

he told me, he says...

"You tell that mayor...

"that the casino stays open,

no question"...

but that the mayor

had a choice.

He could choose to be killed,

or he could choose to have...

a great deal of money

deposited in his bank account.

It was his choice.

In either case,

the casino stays open.

What happened to the mayor?

He died,

He hit his ignition and his car

exploded like a fireball.

You're gonna stand there and

let this hoodlum threaten me?

Well, sir, I don't much

want my car to blow up.

We could

talk about the money...

when you come back

from your vacation.

I understand

you're leaving tomorrow?

All of us, we hope

you and your family...

have a very pleasant time.

Time!

We're gonna limo over

a few guys from Vegas-

act as witnesses.

Chuy, we've been talkin'.

We need you

to go to the Iceman.

Get a number.

We're gettin' a hell

of a price on Monroe.

We need the Iceman

to go for it.

Ask him to lie down?

I don't see it.

Offer him a million.

He made $25 million the last

time he fought somebody.

- He had to fight for that one.

- Talk to him.

You got it wrong.

You hired me

to look after Mendy.

I'm looking after him

right now.

Mendy wants a straight fight.

It's not the money.

Bullshit! In New York,

in Cuba, in Florida...

his whole life,

it's always about the money.

He's got it stashed

all over the place.

F***in' millions.

He's got ever f***in'

nickel he ever made.

With Mendy,

it's always about the money.

You guys are way off

Mendy's radar on this deal...

and I don't want

to mess it up for him.

Mendy wants a straight fight

to the finish, and that's it.

You want the Iceman to dump?

You go talk to him.

But don't get your hopes up.

OK, Monroe, now that

this thing is back on...

here's the deal.

We got a guy in the dispensary.

He's gonna steal five or ten

Valiums, crush 'em up.

And I got another guy

in the commissar.

Last meal Iceman eats before

he fights, we mix it in.

Just enough to slow him down,

f*** him up.

Now, he'll still fight,

but he won't be the same.

That'll be just enough

to give you the edge.

You got it?

You do that, I'm gonna

break you up into pieces.

I can take this guy,

and I don't need no help.

You understand that?

Hey! We're just trying

to give you...

a little something extra, man.

We got a lot of money

on this table.

I may not be a real good guy...

but I ain't no chickenshit,

either. You remember that.

Take him down.

OK. We got ourselves

ninety minutes.

We just concentrate. We focus.

We mentally imagine

ourselves winning.

Just close your eyes.

We concentrate.

We see ourselves winning.

We see Iceman all beat to sh*t.

We see ourselves winning.

In twenty minutes,

we star to loosen up, OK?

Break a sweat.

We don't want this shithead

to catch you cold.

Hey, you get sloppy,

that's when mistakes happen.

All right,

cell blocks A, B, C, and D...

if all y'all

are ready over there...

let's star movin' em in

on fifteen-minute intervals.

Let's get

the fighters in here!

Tear it up, Monroe, tear it up!

Yeah.

He's sh*t! Iceman is sh*t!

He is sh*t! Yeah.

That's it, that's it!

That's my man! Go!

Go ahead, now!

Yeah, let it go,

let it go, let it go!

And now,

Sweetwater's the Gat Boyz...

will sing the national anthem!

# Oh, say can you see #

# By the dawn's early light #

# What so proudly

we hail'd... #

You're livin'. You're hot.

Just listen to 'em. Yeah.

He is a guest,

and this is your house!

He is an unwelcome guest.

# Ever inmate wanna be free #

# Ever hustler wanna be me #

Go ahead, baby!

Yeah, let it go! Let it go!

# O'er the land

of the free... #

He don't look good.

He's ugly.

# And the home of the brave #

It's time! It's time!

Fighters to the ring!

Fighters to the ring!

Fight's on! Fight's on!

# Now the time has come #

# Time #

# No place to run #

# Might get burned up

by the sun #

# Time #

# But I'll have my fun #

Good evening, honored guests,

scumbags, and Mr. Mercker...

the time is now!

We got a first here,

my friends...

courtesy of a great man,

whose name I cannot say.

Fight fans all over the world

are gonna be wishin'...

they's in the bottom

of the barrel with us...

wishin' Sweetwater Prison

was their home tonight!

Now pay close attention...

'cause I'm only

gonna say this once.

The fight you're about to see

follows a set of rules...

never been used before

around here.

London Prize Rules:

no traditional rounds

to speak of...

no regulation-size gloves...

just those bitty six-ounce

suckers gonna tear up.

A fighter steps from

the mark ready to fight.

He go down, then he got

sixty seconds to come back.

That's it!

Fight to the finish! No ref!

All we got is the timekeeper

for the mark!

Our very own Mr. Mercker,

the walkin' boss.

Now put your hands together,

my friends...

for our favorite son...

Sweetwater's

defending champion...

undefeated,

with a prison record...

of 68 wins, no losses,

weighing in at 199 pounds...

wearing the burgundy trunks

with the black trim...

Monroe... Monroe...

Monroe Hutchen!

Monroe Hutchen!

Monroe Hutchen!

Now give it up

for the west corner.

He's also undefeated...

on the outside.

Weighing in at 205...

the former heavyweight

champion of the world...

George "Iceman" Chambers!

Come on, motherf***er!

There's only

one thing I got to say-

put his ass

between his shoulders!

OK, brother cons,

we are ready!

Now, don't let your passion

for the great Monroe...

interfere with good judgment,

and don't do nothin' stupid!

That'll forfeit

all the money...

that you guys bet

at those big odds.

And welcome to our amigos

from Las Vegas...

here to witness this contest

and report it...

to various cities

all around our great country,

Whole lotta bookmakers

out there want to know...

what's comin' down.

Well, it's us against

the world, my brothers,

And just like you, I too am

for the great Monroe Hutchen!

He brought honor

to our house of pain...

but I will call

a neutral fight.

Come on, b*tch.

This is the fight

for what's right,

This is the brawl for it all!

This fight ain't about money!

This is their

heavyweight champion...

against our

heavyweight champion!

This fight is for respeck!

R- e-s-p-e-c-k!

Respeck!

Round one! Round one!

And here we go, baby.

They move

to the center of the ring...

feelin' each other out,

You gotta remember something:

Monroe is

a forty-to-one underdog...

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