Against the Ropes Page #3

- It's yours for a dollar.

- I don't have a dollar.

I'll lend you a dollar.

I tell you what, half-pint.

I'm gonna forget

what you said

since you don't know

what you're talking about.

Because if you did,

you'd know it don't pay

to shoot your mouth off at me.

I just bought a boxer for a buck.

I think it pays pretty well, Sam.

I'm not keeping him.

I'm not keeping Greene.

It was a thing that became a thing.

LaRocca insulted me.

So what?

Sammy insults everybody.

You're gonna call him, make up,

kiss his ass if you have to.

If anybody asks

about Greene,

it was a joke, a little parlor trick

that you and Sammy played.

You lost your temper,

you said a few ridiculous things.

You set it right.

It'll blow over.

Sammy won't think you're trying

to grow a brain on me.

It wasn't ridiculous, what I said.

And you shouldn't be

drinking that coffee.

Welcome back to the live weekend

edition of the Reese Report.

Fight fan or feminist,

you're going to love this story.

After watching Devon Greene

crawl off the canvas,

fight promoter Sam LaRocca

managed to lose his boxer

and his ego in a round

of verbal sparring

with Coliseum employee

Jackie Kallen.

LaRocca thought he had

Kallen in the corner,

but she outmaneuvered him

and wound up walking away

with Greene's contract.

The price tag? A dollar.

That's platinum stuff.

You couldn't write a check big enough

for the look on LaRocca's face.

It was priceless,

and I enjoyed it for free.

Renee, it's me. Quick.

Turn on Channel 28.

I'm on TV!

Hey, Sam, do you know what

a coup d'tat is? Look it up.

I'm Gavin Reese for the Reese Report.

See you next week.

Girl, what the hell

happened to all his money?

I didn't have a chance to ask.

His phone's disconnected,

so I had to come.

I got here, I was fine,

and then I wasn't fine.

So you called me for blackup.

Like I need Gangster Incorporated

in my life.

Like LaRocca is gonna

let you waltz off with his boxer.

Like any of this makes any sense.

Last night, after I vomited

and ruled out suicide, I realized

I'm more scared

not to do this than to do it.

Devon is a ranked boxer.

God practically dropped

him in my lap.

How can I walk away? I might

as well spit in the face of destiny.

Now he's your destiny?

Devon, are you in there?

It's Jackie Kallen.

We tried. We failed. Let's go.

Wait, wait, I hear something.

He's unlocking the door.

He's home.

Devon, did you know

your phone's not work...?

You know Stormy.

This ain't no double date.

Get the sh*t.

We don't have any sh*t.

- Then why'd you page me?

- We didn't.

- Why?

- Devon, it's me.

It's Jackie from the arena.

We just...

Anyway, we came by to say hey.

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