Undisputed 2: Last Man Standing Page #3

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Looks like rat sh*t to me.

Smells like it, too.

Do you know who I am,|Mr. Chambers?

You're the big dog, right?

Yeah. I'm the big dog.

Ruff! Heh.

I am the big dog|that brought you here.

So...Mr. Big Dog...

what makes you think|I won't jump up there...

and make you a dead dog?

Because I know|you're not stupid.

Let me explain something|to you, Mr. Chambers.

I'm a business man.

And, uh, this is|a business situation.

Please.

I brought you here.|I can let you out.

The choice...is yours.

You want me to fight|that clown Boyka, right?

It will make me|very happy, yeah.

And if I don't?

Well...

you could end up in this place|for a very long time.

Maybe meet with an accident.|Perhaps stay forever.

Well as we speak, I got|my man working on turning...

this thing into the biggest|media circus you ever seen.

Your man?

Which one is this?

My manager.

Phil, what the f***|are you doing up--

Listen, George, everything|is going to be all right.

Gaga here has a great plan.

We're all gonna make|a ton of money.

Oh, sh*t.

They told me the whole thing|would be quick.

That you'd be out in a week.

The money is huge. It's what|we've been waiting for.

You just need to stop being|so goddamned stubborn...

and take the fight.

Motherf***er! I'll kill|your motherfuckin' ass!

Backstabbing son of a b*tch!

Don't be stupid.|Take the fight!

Shut up, dead man!|Shut the f*** up!

F*** you!

I have good news.

Tell me.

I'm so bloody excited, George.

Why?

Why?

You're going to fight|Boyka, that's why.

Hey...

You don't need|a cornerman, do you?

Why, you got|somebody in mind?

George...

I'm the only one you|can trust around here...

you know that, don't you?

Can I ask you something, George?

What?

If you got out of here...

what's the first thing you'd do?

You mean "when" I get|out of here, right?

Of course.

I don't know, Stevie.

I'd try to see my wife.

You're married?

I like to think so.

She ever visit you here?

Once.

She's got a boyfriend now.

Commodities or something.

That's messed up, Stevie.

Doesn't hurt anymore.

Used to, you know?

Not anymore.

When are you getting|out of here, man?

Ohh...

twelve years.

Damn!

Stevie...

you ever think about|cleaning your sh*t up?

What for?

Wow.

See, Stevie,|don't hold it like that.

Hold it like this.|You hold it like this...

you'll rip your shoulder|out of the socket.

So hold it like that,|you got it?

- I think so.|- Don't worry.

All right. Jab.

Cross.

Jab.

Cross... jab.

I'm gonna crush you

Thank you much

You can't compete with me,|I'm gonna flush you

Send you out to sea,|so take a number, line 'em up

I'll cut you down like a tree,|I'm gonna crush you

Flatten out your brain,|gonna rush you

You gonna get such pain,|they're gonna brush you

Dust you off the ring

Bow down low 'cause there|can only be one king

I'm dropping bombs on you|like a blitzkrieg crew

And you can't see through|the fog of this storm of power

'Cause I am the man|of your life's last hour

You gonna feel my game|until you scream

Ugh.

Hey. Hey.

Hey!

Hey!!

Oh, for f***'s sake, man.

I did everything|you asked, didn't l?

He's going to fight.

We have one more job for you.

Understand?!

Ha ha ha!

How did I do?

Not bad.

Time.

Let's do this.

Have our friend in London...

put half a million on Boyka.

Boyka?

But, sir, 80% of the money|coming in is on the American.

Whatever you say, sir.

Gentlemen!

The fight you've|all been waiting for.

To my right, fighting|out of the United States...

with a record of 38 victories...

and no defeats...

George...

Iceman Chambeeeers!

And to my left...

a man who needs no introduction.

Our...own...

undisputed champion...

Uri...

Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka!

Gentlemen, remember...

no biting, no eye gouging,|and no hair pulling.

I'll beat you at your own game.

Fists only.

Just don't bleed on me too much.

Fight!

Boyka! Boyka!

Uh! Uh! Uh!

Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!

- Unh! Unh!|- Ah!

Kill him! Come on!|Come on! Kill him!

Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!

Ow!

Mmf! Uh! Uh!

Unh!

Keep your hands up!

Unh!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Unh!

Ugh!

Oh!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Argh!

Hey!

Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka!

Argh!

Boyka! Boyka!

Yaah! Yaah! Yaah!

- Ugh!|- Argh!

- Unh!|- Yah!

Ow!

Yaah! Ugh! Ugh!

Argh!

Ugh!

Towel.

Bucket.

Water.

Come on, Stevie!

Argh!

Boyka! Boyka!

Fight!

- Unh!|- Yaah!

Ugh!

Boyka! Boyka!

Unh!

Ugh, uh!

Ow!

Ugh!

Uh!

Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!

Uh!

Ugh!

What happened?

You were drugged.

Stevie.

That motherf***er!

That's your ass, Stevie.

You son of a b*tch!

Stevie!

Oh...Ugh.

Man!

Goddamn it, Stevie.

You f***in' p*ssy, get up!

I am p*ssy?

Ha ha ha!

I am p*ssy?|Look at your face!

You are a f***in' p*ssy.

That fight was bullshit|and you know it.

You had Stevie drug me,|and that's how you won.

I am the best fighter|in the world.

I do not need your junkie|friend to help me win.

Can you believe|this f***in' American?

You drug your opponents and|you call yourself a fighter?

I do not know what|you're talking about.

You make big excuse|because you lose!

You should be happy|I did not finish you.

You guys can't get|enough of each other.

Move over back to your cell.

Man, f*** you!|You said I'd get out.

I know nothing about|this arrangement, George,

but surely, I'll look into it.

You lying mother--!

Ow!

You told me I was gonna|get out of here! Get off me! Get off!

To the pole!

Ugh! I'm gonna|have your ass, punk!

I'm gonna have|your ass, punk!

Wait till I get outta here!|Yeah, you, punk! You!

Markov!|You motherfuck--!

You understand|what I'm--unh!

You--! Unh!

Ow!

Ow! Ugh!

There's a rumor.

The American was given a bottle|of water with something in it.

I'm told you know|something about it.

Boyka...no.

Is it true?

Answer him.

But--

Look at this!

Look!

Egyptians!

Greeks! Asians!|American boxers!

All made fighting|into a science.

Ugh!

I am the next stage.

And you think I need you...

to drug my opponents?

Wipe this f***in' trash|off my floor.

Listen.

I was wondering when you're|planning on releasing him.

I mean, since the deal is done.

Since when did you start...

caring about Mr. Chambers, Phil?

Well, it's not that.

It's just, people are|starting to ask questions.

Questions.

What do you want, Phil?

Well, given the, uh...

unexpected hassles,|the delays...

I'd like another 250.

Ah, ok. 250 it is.

Oh! That's great.

Thank you.

I guess this is good-bye, then.

Have a nice trip, Mr. Gold.

Thank you.

Oh!

Now what?

What the hell|you looking at?

It has been brought|to my attention...

that a few of you|have been interfering...

with the punishment|of inmate Chambers.

All those responsible...

identify themselves now|by raising their hands.

Step forward!

Anyone else?

Ah-ha.

I see.

Very cute.

So now you'll stand out here...

in the f***ing cold|and think about it!

Shut up. I told you|to do nothing...

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