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Cat out green that could deal with weez'

Homie quick like coupes, 'cause they feel the breeze

And I'm Holly Grove's heart, the hood made me trill

The hottest hot boy, baby, time reveal

And I'm Momma's oldest boy, Papa's first seed

But Papa's not real, he don't bleed what I bleed

I'm nineteen strong, a kid with a kid

And ain't too many people outdid what I did

I rock bricks down, I rock every town

I puff the best 'dro, pound for pound

Now say round, the boy tough not bluff

Yeezy weezy, young money squad up

I do this for the penitentiary

I stunt for y'all while I'm spending these dollars

I like cells like four-corner blocks

Knockdown! Knockdown!

Another victory for Sweetwater!

And now, for your entertainment pleasure

while we get ready for the main event

give it up for the Gat Boyz!

You in the ghetto

We ain't got no hustlers here

Get down and give me ten

I don't know what you've been told

I don't know what you've been told

Motherfuckin' rock 'n' roll

Motherfuckin' rock 'n' roll

Blame it on the bullshit

Blame it on the bullshit

To the north, to the south to the east to the west

I saw Louis the night that he beat Braddock

won the title. 1937.

Louis hits him with a left and a right!

And Braddock is down!

Straight right hand to the jaw.

Christ, they could've counted to fifty.

He was the best heavyweight

that ever fought under the modern rules.

No discussion, the best.

Then the fucking government chased him about taxes.

Fucking IRS, fucking bureaucrat assholes.

Fuck it.

I don't know what you've been told

Motherfuckin' rock 'n' roll

Motherfuckin' rock 'n' roll

Blame it on the bullshit

Blame it on the bullshit

To the north, to the south, to the east, to the west

To the north, to the south, to the east, to the west

To the north, to the south, to the east, to the west

To the north, to the south, to the east, to the west

In the west corner, weighing in at 230 pounds

wearing the green trunks with the gold trim

he's undefeated with eight wins and no losses.

Representing the State Prison at Loda

the great white hope, Vern Van Zant!

Let me tell you boys who you're messing with

Now in the east corner

he's also undefeated and defending champion

with a record of 67 wins and no losses

weighing in at 191 pounds

wearing the burgundy trunks with the black trim

Sweetwater's own, Monroe Hutchen!

All right now, shit birds, y'all both know the rules.

I want a nice, clean fight, nothing below the belt.

You understand me? Let's box.

Now remember, brother convicts

if you learned how to act

they wouldn't have to fight inside of a cage.

And be on your best behavior, too

'cause we don't want no incidents, all right?

Now, let's see what the pride of Loda

has to offer against the great Monroe.

Give Hitler's cousin his lunch, baby.

It's all you, baby! It's all you!

Yeah! Come on now!

Come back from the rail--get back.

And there go the bell. Here we go.

Monroe comes out and peppers him

with a nice left hand.

And another left hand.

Monroe's just feeling him out

popping him with a little left hand.

He going to shine that bald head up, for sure.

Move your feet! Oh, yeah, that's right!

Yeah! Yeah!

Beat the teeth out of his mouth, Monroe!

Come on, man!

A left and a right by Monroe!

This guy hasn't tagged Monroe yet.

How in the hell could you be 6-6, 280

and look wobbly already? Ooh!

He's down! He's down!

He's already down! Vern Van Zant is down!

We're not even halfway through the first round

and he's already down!

Excuse me, sir, we just got some big news.

The word is, the Iceman's day of arrival is tomorrow.

E.T.A., 2 p.m.

Now, Vern Van Zant said he got those

brand-new tattoos just for this occasion.

Well, Vern, don't look like

the party's gonna last too long for you.

This guy is a bum-- big, uncoordinated motherfucker.

Nine

Look at me! You OK? Box!

Ah, here we go again! Monroe's on the hunt.

Vern, swinging and a-missing.

Ooh! And another left, right to the midsection.

Left and right uppercuts to the head!

Right to the head! Right to the stomach.

This guy's just a-swinging and a-missing!

Hits him with a left and a right!

Monroe's just tearing his ass up.

Right in the face! Right to the head!

Left to the midsection! Right to the head!

Another left and a right!

Oh, my God, he shined his head up!

I told you, he's shinin' it up!

One more time for Monroe.

Knockout! Knockout!

One round, motherfucker!

That's it! That's it!

It's done! This fight is over! Monroe wins again!

Spit it.

Yeah, but I got a little announcement for you.

Got a little announcement for you.

Little news bulletin.

Y'all been wondering when that day is coming.

Well, that day is tomorrow. He's coming to Sweetwater.

The so-called undisputed

heavyweight champion of the world

George "Iceman" Chambers!

What do you say to that, Monroe? You ready?

OK, here we go. Tape rolling.

Former world heavyweight champion

George "Iceman" Chambers

now you'll be moving to a new home

going to live with murderers and thieves

in California's newly-built

Sweetwater Prison in the Mojave Desert.

How's all this going for you?

I'll be OK. I got a bad break.

I just gotta play this thing out.

Your lawyers have filed all the expected appeals

but realistically, what do you think of your chances

of getting out before serving

the full sentence of 6 to 8 years?

I'm not supposed to talk about that legal stuff.

My people don't want me commenting on that.

Boxing experts tend to agree

that even as little as two years in a prison

without proper training could mean the end

for a boxer your age. Now, you're regarded

as one of the greatest offensive fighters

in the history of the sport

an attacker like Dempsey, Joe Louis

Rocky Marciano, Joe Frazier.

Just exactly how damaging to your skills

is this prison stint likely to be?

No damage. I'll stay in shape, work out

watch what I eat. I'll be fine.

But when an athlete is removed from competition--

That's where you're making one big mistake right off.

I'm not an athlete. I'm a gladiator.

How do you define that?

People play baseball. Nobody plays boxing.

Iceman, last week after you were convicted

boxing's various so-called governing bodies

began stripping you of your title belts

stripping you--

Who they think they kidding?

Everybody knows I'm the champ.

And I'm gonna be the champ till I quit.

This fight with Manfredy is meant to be

just a tune-up for George "The Iceman" Chambers

hopefully leading to the unification bout

with Montel Briscoe

undefeated holder of the WBC crown.

The two biggest names in boxing on a collision course

sometime next year

assuming the Iceman gets by the South American challenger.

It's round 11 and one to go, and it's all Iceman!

He's stalking Manfredy, chasing the big South American.

Iceman with a right, another right.

Another right and a left to the body!

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 shit 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 shit? Don't think negative, man.

I don't want to hear that shit.

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 motherfucker--

that's why nobody believes me.

I have received over 170 requests

for interviews with you, Mr. Chambers.

Networks, local TV, cable

every 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 matter.

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, fuck 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 I'd rip you a new asshole, you judgmental motherfucker!

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 shit, 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 champion.

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 shit.

You're a good champion

but we got a champion 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?

Fuck 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 tryin' 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

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.

Well, it's a special program.

We only get bouts every 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 part 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 Martinez to the hill tower.

Sergeant Martinez to the hill tower.

Sergeant Martinez 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.

Shit.

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. Shit!

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.

A'ight. 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 bitch 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

Niggers that ran up from the outside

The inside my metal cell

Who the hell wanna start bitching

Get across in the kitchen

End up in the infirmary

On close watch, talk shit

That ass will get muted

Fuckin' 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. Shit, 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, every 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 shit, but I can handle it.

Yeah. Rumor goin' around you almost started 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 Jimmy Stubbs in July.

Jimmy Stubbs's a bum.

The good news is you get outta here

fight the new champ, we're looking at

the biggest payday of boxing history.

-Mm-hmm -Yeah.

The one thing I can tell you, you lost a lot of fan base

with this conviction thing.

Fuck the fans.

I get outta here, I'll get 'em back.

The fans pay your bills, and don't you ever forget it.

Yeah.

You gotta keep the pressure on these lawyers, OK

and get you outta here to fight this

big money fight with Briscoe.

Yeah.

You can't be servin' no full sentence.

You're 35 years old. Time is tickin'.

Everything you ever worked for

it's going right out the window.

Janiro's an agile boxer

who has the ability of a champion.

Janiro is fresh off a victory

over Charlie Consario.

The Rock turns it on.

It's Le Graziano alone.

He won't give Janiro punching room.

Stays after his man.

Hits him from all angles.

He remembers things from a long time ago

clear as a bell

but every day, I gotta tell him who I am.

Cuba, forty years ago

or some fight he saw in 1953.

Then all of a sudden

he's right there with you, like everything's normal.

And mean-- he can be mean as shit.

Look, we went to the Emme.

We paid good money for his protection

and his personal needs.

They gave you the job.

I got him an oversized cell--

ground level, so he don't have to use the stairs.

Food privileges. Relaxed dress code.

Big easy chair.

I even got him his own little boxing library.

And he's safe. I promise.

These guys I got, they don't let any harm come his way.

It's hard in the yard

You can't be sleepin' or caught off guard

When the boys get to creepin' with sharp objects

I'm obsessed with puttin' heads in a permanent rest

When I flex thirty-four-inch biceps

Gettin' swoll, might put your lights out

Spend the night in the hole, in here

Every heart is cold

It's the gatherin' of lost souls

No self-control

Connected with the gangstas runnin' this shit

From the inside, so there's nowhere to hide

Tell your mama that you'll never come home

Hey, chief.

Mmm.

How you getting along with your new cellmate?

-He's OK -Mmm.

Rumor has it he took down one of the skinheads.

A lot of rumors in prison, you know?

Ah, probably deserved it anyway.

Maybe.

We hear you don't want to associate with anybody here.

Maybe you got way too much attitude, man.

Unh.

Aaron's an expert. He's the man on appeals.

But before we talk about your appeal

I need to tell you about Miss Tawnee Rawlins.

She's filed a civil lawsuit in the amount of $75 million.

You handlin' that?

I'd recommend an outside attorney.

Another specialist.

However, we can handle your tax litigation.

The government has filed an intent to audit.

We have someone in the firm that can deal with that.

Is any of this covered

by the $2 million I already paid you?

We get the same deal as you get.

You get paid win or lose. So do we.

There are a couple of procedural areas

that are still in question-- possible reversible error.

But I'm not gonna kid you. I'd make us a long shot.

You're looking at a six-to eight-year sentence

with possible time off for good behavior.

Now, in California, that means

you're eligible for parole in four years.

What you need to focus on

is if you become a model prisoner

exhibit special circumstances

you could be considered for a work furlough

as soon as eighteen months to two years.

So it don't matter whether I did it or not?

It doesn't work that way.

Justice and the law are separate issues.

Let's get back to some of your other problems.

We've done an audit.

Your financial situation is a mess.

-No, that's bullshit -No bullshit.

Big financial settlements with your ex-wives, entourage.

Bad investments and misrepresentations

by your ex-business manager.

I'm gonna sue that motherfucker.

And what about this IRS shit? Where do I stand on that?

By the firm's calculations, you could end up owing them

$7 million in back taxes, and that's just the feds.

Then there's the state. The bottom line--

we need to get your black ass outta here

and back in the ring.

Clive Johnson here ringside

for KHIL Channel 13 in the Bay Area.

Next, round seven of the California

state heavyweight championship fight

here from the Palmer Arena in downtown Oakland.

Challenger Monroe Hutchen's undefeated

takin' on state champ Butch Davis

in what, so far, has been a nearly even fight.

There's the bell!

Davis has a bad cut above his left eye

and Monroe Hutchen looks like

he wants to do something about it.

It's all Monroe, it's all Monroe!

A big right hand. Another right!

Davis is down, and this fight is over!

After forty-three seconds in the seventh round

Monroe Hutchen is the new

California state heavyweight champion!

Your attorneys have come to me and asked me

to handle your response to the plaintiff's filing.

As you know, you are now facing a separate civil suit

that may well go to trial

over the criminal charges you've been convicted of.

Briefly, "That on March 17, you and four other men

"took six women via private jet

"from Las Vegas to Los Angeles--"

Showgirls.

"At approximately 11:30 pm

"you checked into the penthouse suite

"of the Beverly Manor hotel."

Until that point of the evening, all parties concede

but for minor discrepancies, the foregoing is true.

What happened next is in question.

No question. I ain't no punk-ass rapist.

She wanted it.

Look. None of this makes any difference at this point.

We're just trying to get an over--

No. She didn't say no. She ain't say shit.

She didn't have a problem with any of it.

Miss Rawlins effectively convinced

the criminal trial jury that she believed that

you could break her in two with one arm.

Yeah, uh-huh.

That's why she was makin' all them happy sounds

'cause I was killin' her, right?

Some women like it rough.

You know anything about that?

That wasn't part of your testimony.

A lawyer said don't sound like I'm calling her a ho.

The prosecution pegged you as a bully.

And she could explain it away easily enough by saying

that you mistook what were in fact her cries for help

for she was just in pain.

I heard pain before, and--ha ha ha--

believe me, she wasn't in no pain.

She's asking $75 million

but I don't like negotiating with your appeal pending.

No negotiatin'. I ain't givin' that bitch shit.

And then when he finished, he just put back on his pants

and went back out into the party

and left me alone.

Ohh

Man up

Man up

Motherfucker, you are now in jail

Man up

Motherfucker, where it's strange as hell

'Cause you's a no-booty and so

Man up

Motherfucker, get your manhood took

Man up

Champ

I'm looking to be your friend, Champ.

I'm a gift.

Well, I don't need no gifts.

Who sent you?

Saladin. He want to be your friend.

He kind of run things for EI Faziz Assasins.

You can check it out.

You kind of pretty for a bitch.

But I don't want to owe nobody.

You tell him I said that. Now get outta here.

You may be the champ, but you are only one guy.

Let me help you out.

EI Faziz Assasins give you something, you take it.

You do not refuse.

I'm looking for Saladin.

Pleased to meet a man of your great accomplishments.

You run shit here?

There's strength in unity, brother.

In here we need cooperation and understanding.

We are at times discriminated against

even within these walls.

Now, if you wish to come and join with us--

Oh!

Brother, if you don't join with us

you'll be destroying the unity we create.

Warden wants to see you.

That's quite a show you put on there.

Come on. Let's go.

I'm disappointed.

Three incidents already, one a near riot

one an assault and now a physical confrontation

that has sent five men to the hospital

for medical treatment.

You've only been here ten weeks. It is undeniable--

you are making a very poor record.

The whole thing is, they got to respect you

or you nothin'.

I believe that you're missing the point.

The warden is trying to explain the idea

of acceptable behavior.

I'm trying to explain to him how to survive.

I don't think there are too many inmates here

who could challenge you physically, Mr. Chambers.

You really don't understand.

When you're the champ, everybody wants a piece of you.

Everybody's testing you.

My whole life, I got a problem, I take care of it with these.

People love a guy who can fight.

Money, pussy, kiss your ass, put you on TV

put your picture in papers, magazines

anything I want, because people love a guy who can fight

and don't take shit.

Murder

The choice I made, so now I pay

Thinkin' back, I have to ask

How'd it end this way?

You see, it all happened so fast

I couldn't think twice

Now I'm chillin' for killin'

And I'm payin' the price

Who I'm with is none of your business!

None of my business? I'll deal with you--

Stop it! You're killing him!

On the night of December 1, 1990

you beat a man to death with your bare fists

which because of your profession

and your training are considered

to be lethal weapons in the state of California.

You've been found guilty by a jury of your peers

and you are sentenced to life imprisonment

without the possibility of parole.

Good morning, Mr. Ripstein. How are you today?

Don't give me no shit.

How the hell is the fight comin'?

What fight?

We got the heavyweight champion of the world

and an unbeaten prospect right here in Sweetwater.

Quit wasting time. Set the fuckin' thing up.

I know fights.

Long prize, Monroe kicks his ass

we can make a lot of money here.

Mr. Ripstein, excuse me, but you're talking about

the real heavyweight champion of the world.

Are you gonna fix the fight?

Shit no. Boxing.

It's a matter of style. They all can be beaten.

Right time, right place, the right circumstance

they all can be beaten.

Mr. Ripstein wants to see the Iceman

fight a prisoner we got in here.

His name is Monroe Hutchen.

And a real goddamn fight. Pure.

So, what do you want us to do?

I talked to the head guard. He's OK.

But the warden's a problem.

Mr. Ripstein said you can take care of him.

You know the drill.

You help him or you hurt him.

Now about Monroe Hutchen.

The warden thinks it's time

to give him a chance to rehabilitate himself

by socializing with the other prisoners.

In six weeks, I'm going on vacation.

On the fifth, I'll be gone for two weeks.

First week in New Orleans

second week visiting friends in Tucson, Arizona.

If while I am gone

if Mr. Hutchen happens to get into a sparring match

with Mr. Chambers, I don't want to hear about it.

And when I get back

I want this whole goddamned enterprise finished.

Yes, sir.

Leaving no evidence, no videotape

and never to be spoken of in my presence.

-Anything else, sir? -Hit the yard.

Thank you.

Had to have been somebody in the governor's office.

Soon as he got the call

Mr. Backbone started arranging his vacation.

Know what that means, don't you?

This whole load of shit comes down on you and me.

There is no "you and me."

I'm taking my vacation right along with the warden.

Well, thank you for your support.

Oh, come on. You run the fight program here.

You want this to happen.

Here we go, Monroe.

Free at last, free at last.

-I'm not going to Folsom -What can I tell you?

Looks like the warden went and changed his mind.

You get to stay home with us.

Yeah, Operator, a collect call to Yank Lewis.

No. Yank Lewis.

From George Chambers, the Iceman.

Yank. Yeah, man, it's me.

Who the hell you think it is?

Get your ass up here and share the beauty.

Maybe I gotta ticket back on the gravy train.

What? What are you talking about?

Remember your old buddy from Miami, Mendy Ripstein?

Yeah.

His boy came up to me and said

that if I fight some punk in here

he could maybe get me out quick.

If Mendy Ripstein says it, then it's the real deal.

But you can't hear this from some other guy.

You gotta hear this from Mendy himself.

Then it's dope for sure.

If it's on the real, I'll whip on this punk's ass

and be out of here.

Who's the punk? Don't tell me Monroe Hutchen.

He fought out of Oakland. He was undefeated.

He was a real prospect, man. He's a full load.

Even if he was something, he's been in here for ten years.

I'm just saying it might not be a walk in the park.

-I don't believe this shit -What?

You worried about me being out of shape.

I've been in here for four months.

That chump been in here for ten years.

-You too much, man -What? That's concern--

Get the fuck outta here.

Yes, I want you to fight him.

In the cage, no gloves, bare-fisted, to the finish.

I make a couple of calls, I put down some money

There's some people on the outside

that know you, everybody knows him

we'll get maybe twenty, thirty-to-one odds.

It's easy to spread around, maybe two hundred thousand.

You win, that's four million bucks, maybe more.

And I think he can't wait.

What's in it for me?

Mr. Ripstein uses his influence

you stay out of solitary

get the privileges you been missing.

Privileges?

Offer me half the profit.

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm putting up all the dough on a real long shot.

I'm taking all the risk.

What are you worried about money for?

What are you gonna buy in here?

You in here, too.

Probably gonna die in here.

What the money matter to you?

You're gonna get ten percent.

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

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 shit 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 shit 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 champion

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 shit.

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 fairy.

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, every dog in here

wanted to see you get your ass kicked.

You're goin' down, man!

Shit.

Kick your ass, motherfucker!

Let's go! Move! Move! Move! Move!

Give 'em one! Take out the ceiling!

Again!

He cancelled the fight.

Jesus fuckin' Christ, this fuckin' state.

Who the fuck does this fuckin' warden

fuckin' think he is?

Doesn't anybody know how to do business in this fuckin' state?

My fuckin' wife and her fuckin' asthma and allergies.

We had to move to the fuckin' desert.

Goddamn fuckin' chicken-shit doctors

I should've known better than listen to those shit-heels.

Fuckin' Palm Springs

Lay there in the fuckin' sun and do nothin'.

Then this fuckin' state grabs my ass for taxes.

Why the fuck I didn't stay in fuckin' Florida

where people know how to do fuckin' business.

Fuckin' wife and her fuckin' asthma.

Shit.

Somethin' needs to get fuckin' done

I gotta do it myself.

Call the fuckin' 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? 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.

Fuckin' millions.

He's got every fuckin' 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 commissary.

Last meal Iceman eats before he fights, we mix it in.

Just enough to slow him down, fuck 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 chicken-shit, 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 shit.

We see ourselves winning.

In twenty minutes, we start to loosen up, OK?

Break a sweat.

We don't want this shit-head 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 start movin' em in on fifteen-minute intervals.

Let's get the fighters in here!

Tear it up, Monroe, tear it up! Yeah.

He's shit! Iceman is shit! He is shit! 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 hailed

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.

Every inmate wanna be free

Every 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, motherfucker!

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, bitch.

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 respect! 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

goin' up against the Iceman, a great champion.

Combinations, man! Combinations!

Monroe swings and misses. Iceman counters

with a hard right hand to the head!

-That's it, baby, come on! -Hit that big motherfucker!

Monroe's backpedaling, circling.

Doesn't look like he's too willing

to trade punches with the Iceman.

Watch it, Monroe, watch it, now, baby!

Lookin' for a way to get to Monroe.

Now he's tauntin' him! He's tauntin' Monroe!

He's taunting him! Monroe swings.

The Iceman hits him with a hard right

and a left to Monroe's head!

You ain't hurt him! You ain't hurt him!

Hey, bullshit!

Oh, Monroe misses

and the Iceman tags him with a hard left hand

and Monroe is going backwards, baby.

The Iceman tauntin' him on.

Get in his face! Get in his face!

Monroe lands an overhand right! Now a combination!

Monroe's getting himself into this fight!

The Iceman counters with a hard right to the face.

Another right to the head.

Monroe is fast, but the Iceman is much stronger.

They hook up again! Both men exchanging combinations!

Right hand! Left! Right! Right!

And boom! The Iceman drives Monroe back!

Make him bleed, man, make him bleed!

Both men throw combinations!

Left! Right! Overhand right!

Monroe misses. The Iceman comes back

with a right-left to the head!

Get him!

They're fighting at an incredible pace!

Can you believe it?

Nice overhand right by Monroe!

Iceman's not hurt, but he ties Monroe up in a clinch!

Oh, shit, baby! Go get him!

Hard right hand!

Yeah! Another one! Move!

Monroe swings and misses

and the Iceman keeps hurtin' him

with an overhand right.

Combination, right-left!

Big left hook!

A right and a left to the stomach.

Another left-- oh, an uppercut!

And Monroe is down!

Sixty seconds!

And we now know why he's the heavyweight champion

of the world.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Huh? What? What?

And Monroe is up!

Looks like he will continue.

Hey, Iceman, you ain't shit!

You just got robbed!

The Iceman's straight-ahead, locomotive style

may be a little too much for Monroe.

He's never had to face anything like this.

-Boo! -Fuck!

-Boo! -Come on, big daddy!

The Iceman's in his corner

a mighty confident man.

That's what you gotta do! Let's go!

Monroe's trademark of occasionally switching

to a southpaw left-hand style--

ain't workin' so far, baby!

Ten seconds! Fighters to the line!

Fighters to the line! Clear the ring!

Pucker up, motherfucker.

Clear the ring!

Round Two!

And here we go, baby!

Despite the knockdown, Monroe looks

like he's pulled himself back together.

The Iceman misses

and Monroe lands an overhand right!

Right hand! Right hand!

A quick-hit exchange!

Now this is boxing! Hard combinations

and they clinch! Beautiful! Beautiful!

Ooh, what a right hand by the Iceman!

Another right to the head. Monroe misses

and pays for it dearly to the body

and he reels back from the punishment

given to him by the Iceman.

Another hard right and left, and Monroe is on his heels!

He's up against the fence!

The Iceman is going for the body!

Another one to the body, and it doesn't look good

for Sweetwater's own favorite son.

The Iceman's all over him! He's tearin' Monroe up!

Oh, another right to the head!

Monroe's down, and he's dizzy as a motherfucker!

He's talkin' shit, baby! He's talkin' shit!

Who the hell you think-- I know he ain't talkin' to me.

He's talkin' to y'all!

That's right! Yeah! Uh-huh!

Monroe's wobbly. He's shaky.

There's no question about it. Monroe is hurt!

Come on! Come on!

Don't get careless. Knock him on his ass!

Now take a whiff of this. Come on.

This fight is far from over.

You're gonna get him. We got plenty of time.

He just loves to taunt the crowd.

He's got everything going his way.

Oh, that Iceman is one cocky son of a bitch.

He's already knocked him down twice, Eddie!

I don't know how much longer this has got to go.

You gotta fight your fight!

You're fightin' his fight. You control the rhythm.

You gotta turn this fight around!

You can do it, Monroe! Come on, now!

This is your round!

The Iceman lookin' supremely confident.

He's got it all goin' his way!

Round three!

They come out, and it seems like the Iceman

is just tryin' to find that one big shot

that'll put Monroe on his ass

and give him a one-way ticket to Bootyville.

Oh! A big right hand by the Iceman!

And another right hand by the Iceman!

This can't go much further!

That's it! That's it!

Come on, Mo! Dance with him!

Both of these men are great warriors.

Iceman has a look of determination in his eye--

but like I said before, brother scumbags

he's lookin' for that big punch to end it all for Monroe.

The Iceman is clearly in control of this fight.

But Monroe is still there, baby.

Our favorite son is still standin'.

Oh, that right hand just keeps shakin' Monroe up!

Stay strong! Stay strong!

Big left and right comin' from the Iceman!

He is all over Monroe!

And the Iceman is on the hunt!

He's on the prowl!

He's goin' in for the kill!

Oh, God!

What a devastating left hook from Monroe!

The Iceman is staggering, and he's hurt!

Oh, Monroe hits him with another shot!

He's drivin' him back up against the cage

punishing him with wicked combinations!

Monroe is all over him!

He's hurt! He's hurt! Left, and right!

Oh, shit.

Can you believe it?!

Ohh! And a right hand puts the Iceman down!

The Iceman is down

for the first time in his career!

Sixty seconds!

Shit!

This is unbelievable.

Unbelievable!

Way to go, Monroe!

I can't believe it! The Iceman is down!

And the Iceman is up. He's staggerin' around.

He doesn't know where he is.

Oh, my God, he's gone plum-fuckin'-crazy in there!

The Iceman's gone absolutely crazy.

This could be it. This could be a disqualification.

Somebody get in there and stop this thing!

I got a lotta damn money ridin' on this!

Pandemonium! Out of control!

Pandemonium! Out of control!

Monroe has definitely turned this fight around.

What goes on in the mind of George "Iceman" Chambers

at this moment is anybody's guess.

This is one for the record books, baby.

People are gonna be talking about this

for the rest of their life, and if I knew

I had to go to jail to see a fight like this

I'd have did a crime a long time ago!

This is your night! This is your house, baby!

Don't let up! Go at him! Stick him hard!

Take him out, baby! Come on!

Ten seconds! Fighters to the line!

You can do it! Kick his ass!

Let's go, Monroe, let's go!

That was the toughest round

in the Iceman's whole career.

He must regain momentum. He must come out strong.

He must get back in this fight!

Oh! And he is back! A left and a right to Monroe!

Monroe hits him with a right hand, left hand

and another right hand

and the Iceman is forced to clinch!

Stick him, baby! Go at him now!

Monroe switches to southpaw!

They're hookin' up! Toe to toe!

Punch for punch! Back and forth!

This is a war!

Oh, my god, what a fight! And I am so happy

that it's happenin' right here at Sweetwater Prison.

Let's go, baby!

He's on the hunt! Monroe's on the prowl!

Right hand! A left to the stomach!

Overhand right!

Another left and a right, and an overhand right

to the head!

Monroe is punishing him

with blows to the head and the body.

Say what you want to say about George "Iceman" Chambers

but he is dead game!

It's over! It's over!

Monroe wins again! It's over!

It's over!

That's it! Monroe wins

and I just won a lot of goddamn money!

Yeah! Yeah!

You owe me money, Eddie! You owe me money!

Monroe! Monroe!

Yeah! Yeah!

Monroe! Yeah!

But this this is a thing of beauty.

A great thing of beauty.

Two guys fightin' to the finish

but just one guy wins because he's the better man

and that's what the goddamn sport is about.

Mendy Ripstein died 3 weeks after the big fight.

He kept his word. Monroe got his money

and the Iceman got out on special parole.

I can personally thank Mr. Ripstein

for another thing.

His lawyers contacted my family.

He left me $2 million, free and clear.

So I guess I'm not gonna have any excuses

when I get out of here.

I read in the sports page that Iceman and his manager

both denied the fight with Monroe ever happened

and the story about him losing was only a big rumor

a fairy tale.

Once upon a time in prison.

Our panel of experts

have the fight even at two rounds apiece.

Both fighters fighting

for the heavyweight championship of the world

the greatest title in all of sports.

One thing I can tell you for sure

life in prison hasn't changed the Iceman's fighting style.

Both fighters feeling each other out now.

Briscoe trying to work the jab.

He can't get anything in.

A left to the body! And here comes Chambers!

Another right! A left to the body!

Right-left combination! A left! A right!

A left hook, and down goes Briscoe!

Down goes Briscoe!

Chambers over to the neutral corner

and referee Matthew Kerrigan is counting it out!

Briscoe, desperately trying to stand up.

He wants to continue.

Kerrigan has called it off!

And by knockout

with one minute, 22 seconds into the fifth round

Right here! Always was the champ!

Briscoe is knocked out, and the now-undisputed

heavyweight champion of the world

is George "Iceman" Chambers!

Hey, Monroe! Iceman won!

Guess what, cat?

They say he's the heavyweight champ of the whole world!

Undisputed! Haaaa!

Monroe!

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, who?

CMB

Who? Who else?

Who?

The undisputed CMB

We holdin' the title

You know why? Look

There ain't a cat out green that could deal with weez

Homie, quick like coupes, ah, feel the breeze

And I'm Holly Grove's heart, the hood made me trill

The hottest hot boy, baby, time reveal

And I'm Momma's oldest boy, Papa's first seed

But Papa's not real, he don't bleed what I bleed

I'm nineteen strong, a kid with a kid

And ain't too many people outdid what I did

I rock bricks down, I rockery town

I puff the best 'dro, pound for pound

Now say round, the boy tough, not bluff

Eazy, weezy, young money, squad up

Whoever don't like it, mount up and down you go

I been a champ like the dude Monroe

Not in ten years, they still wouldn't have planned it

For every one to fall, and I still be standin'

We can't lose, been through too much pain

Too much struggle, and too much strain

This is CMR

Though them haters try to lock us in

We got it locked from the block to the pen

We can't lose, we been through too much pain

Too much struggle, and too much strain

This is CMR

Though them haters try to lock us in

We got it locked from the block to the pen

Undisputed

I'm the Iceman, whoa, it's nothin' to ex you out

Put the G on the head

Ain't got to say it out the mouth

With the beanie, with the blue jean jacket

Metal packin', walkin' up that walk

And I'm 'bout that jackin'

I do this for the penitentiary, holla

I'll stunt for y'all while I'm spendin' these dollars

I lock cells like four corner blocks

I'm the bird man, I never chipped off the top

I'm switch-handed, when I'm swingin, I'm landin'

I thug on the street, and I thug red-banded

Wipe you off the land, it's a concrete jungle

A tip full of gangstas, O.Z.s, and bundles

The tip drops for the clowns I put under

You know, I been livin' like this for ten summers

I'm the boss of the ghetto, black crow of the game

Third ward survivor, ain't a damn thing changed

We can't lose, we been through too much pain

Too much struggle, and too much strain

This is CMR

Though them haters try to lock us in

We got it locked from the block to the pen

We can't lose, we been through too much pain

Too much struggle, and too much strain

This is CMR

Though them haters try to lock us in

We got it locked from the block to the pen

Undisputed

Say, hold up, check this out

We 'bout to cut the lights off, right?

Send me some meddum and a Joe

While you're at it, send that week down here with it

Boy, I done sent for ya, so it's best you come

I'm Lac Saladin, the dog of the prison

I'm the next best thing to the warden

Plus I'm chargin', two bits on accordin'

I send words to an old blister

With no pistol, the BGF still sho' getcha

I walk with my pants saggin'

I'm a HBG for life, now, what's happenin'?

Please, what you talkin', I'm a dead man walkin'

If we was on the streets, the 44 would be barkin'

Keep the shank on the left side

The titch right hip, I'm the greasy outta B.C.

That's runnin' the tip

With the black gorillas, petty hustlers, and eses

Jeffrey Dahmer, son of Sam, Aryan nation, and O.J.

Now how you gonna stop them?

Throw away the key and lock them

Tell the D.A. it's them against me

We can't lose, we been through too much pain

Too much struggle, and too much strain

This is CMR

Though them haters try to lock us in

We got it locked from the block to the pen

We can't lose, we been through too much pain

Too much struggle, and too much strain

This is CMR

Though them haters try to lock us in

We got it locked from the block to the pen

Undisputed