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World. In Orlando.
Oh, no. Not yet.
So, uh, why did Tyson fire you?
- What?
- Was it that DUI thing?
What are you, a newspaperman?
Nah, I'm just asking.
Do you not want to be here?
Yeah, I'm standing here,
aren't I?
All right, listen.
Let's get real, Vinny.
Yeah.
You lost three in a row,
last one a title fight.
'cause you're not a draw.
Your own manager, on f***in'
HBO, said you should hang it up.
Only reason you're standing
in my gym
is because Lou sent you here...
To put us both out to pasture.
So you want to get this over
with, let's get it over with.
You throw a hook, then go boom!
Move 9 to 5 and then come back.
You all set?
Yeah.
All right. This is Manny.
Hey.
How you doin'?
How are ya? You'll be
sparring with him today.
Okay.
How much you weigh?
One-ninety.
You know that I fight
at junior welter, right?
I know. Headgear's
in the locker by the wall.
That's enough.
- That's enough!
Get on.
Why?
What "why?" Why not?
Gotta know where we're starting.
I'm not in camp or nothing.
I haven't been training.
Let's see.
All right.
There's no point.
I'm gonna be way over.
You just fought at 140
two weeks ago. You eat a horse?
I told you,
I haven't been training.
Geez. That's not what
I usually weigh.
I'm not at my fight weight
right now.
Hey, Vinny,
I just saw you use your weight.
It wasn't slowing you down.
At all.
I don't need to cut corners,
Kev. I can make weight.
Maybe you're at your weight.
Cuttin' corners is
what you been doin'.
- I won my first world title...
- As a lightweight. I know.
First time I got laid was
in my high school parking lot.
You see me taking my wife there every
time I want to get my rocks off?
Look at you.
You're a different fighter.
Your body's changed.
You're bigger.
You hit with more power.
Think I should move up?
Hey.
Welterweight?
Junior middle? Are you nuts?
You're outta your head, Kev.
Come on.
Nobody jumps two classes.
That's... no, no,
that's a huge risk,
which is the exact opposite of what
everybody tells me I should be doing now.
It's a risk.
This is the clock.
how to move in time.
Jesus Christ!
What's that thing made out of?
Rock maple. And you don't get
to hit the clock back neither.
Not yet. I only want you
to avoid it for now.
Bend your knees.
Move your head.
Right, left. Move your head.
Left, right.
After you throw a punch,
you move your head.
You look like
a two-by-four.
Now. Come on, Vinny.
Move your head. Come on.
Look at it. Anticipate it.
Punch, move. Punch, move.
I got this. Come on.
Down. Here we go.
That's it, that's it.
Move to the side and boom!
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