Gladiator Page #4

A Golden Gloves champion

from Bridgeport.

He's 27 and 0, with 21 knockouts.

He'll be fighting out

of the Red corner tonight.

Come on, folks.

Let's hear it for him.

Let's give him a big welcome.

Tommy Riley!

And his opponent...

...fighting out of the Blue corner,

the doctor of destruction...

...Black Death!

What do you know about this guy?

If he hurts you with his left,

go down.

Beautiful.

Fighters.

I want a nice clean fight now.

You know the rules.

No low blows and

you break when I say.

Now touch gloves

and come out fighting.

That's the elbow!

Get up, kid. Come on, get up.

All right. Keep fighting.

All right!

Who's the brawler?

He's got a punch. That's all I know.

Ain't you getting tired, punk?

Can't you hit me once?

Stick him, kid. Come on.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Oh, no.

That's it. That's it, he's finished.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

All right! Hit him!

Kill the guy!

All right!

Get him.

All right, kid!

Where did you find this kid?

On the street. He just walked in.

Leo, give me a Crunch.

I might lose my investment.

You're doing all right, kid.

You're doing all right!

What the hell are you doing?

You're looking like a bum!

Now. He's telegraphing his punches.

He gets set with the right...

...he drops the left,

and you stick him.

Repeat it back to me.

He drops the left. I stick him.

Okay, kid! Go out and get it!

Stay with him, okay? Hang in there.

Now!

Jesus Christ!

Look at this kid.

Oh, my God!

You are a natural, kid.

You got firepower. Real firepower!

The winner is Tommy Riley!

He's mine! He's mine!

You got the balls of a lion, kid.

You got him!

He's mine! Mine!

- What do you think?

- He's gonna be just fine.

How you feeling, kid?

This feels good, doesn't it? Good.

So where's my money?

Don't worry.

You're gonna get your money.

Mr. Horn wants to pay you personally.

Who's Mr. Horn?

- He is the power and the glory...

- Yeah, he's the power.

Right now.

He's the reason that you got

into the ring.

No, he's not.

Goddamn it. I gotta go.

Come by the gym, get your money,

and we talk.

You're f***ing beautiful. Beautiful!

Talk about what?

Great! Oh, you earned it.

Keep working.

Mr. Riley.

What door did you walk into?

- Maybe he bumped into his pseudonym.

- That's enough.

Hey.

- Hey, how are you doing, Romano?

- Feeling no pain.

I win too.

- Lincoln.

- Hey, what's up?

Meet my friend Tommy Riley.

The great white hope?

Not me, man.

No?

What was that Friday night, a ghost?

Let me tell you something.

Some ghost, looked just like you...

...wasted Black Death.

That's Lincoln.

You looking for something, chief?

Pappy Jack.

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