Chuck Page #3

Who have been your past employers?

Well, you see, all I been doin'

for the past 17 years is fighting.

You know, in the ring.

Man, in the prize ring.

You mean a prizefighter?

Here it comes, here it comes.

Miss, I ain't got no special problem.

Now, to you I'm a big, ugly slob...

"...and I look like a freak.

"But I was almost the heavyweight

champion of the world.

"Why don't you put that down

on that paper someplace?

"Mountain Rivera was no punk.

"Mountain Rivera was almost

the heavyweight champion of the world."

You know what my old man used to say to me?

What?

He said, "When you're with a lady,

you gotta treat her special."

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- How special?

- Very special.

- Yeah?

- Especially a lady like you.

With freckles.

- You like my freckles?

- I like your freckles.

Especially this part in here.

What are they fighting in Africa for?

I don't know. Two black fighters? Publicity?

Trust me, Don King knows what he's doing.

Hey, Champ. What the hell? Come with me.

Jimmy! Appreciate it. You know Phyll, right?

- Hey, how you doing?

- Hey, how you doing, Champ?

- I hear you're next on the menu, huh?

- Yeah.

Is that right? You gonna fight Foreman, huh?

That's what they say.

Move it! You got the Champ here!

Hey, how you doin'?

Yo, Bleeder!

- Chuck, just don't...

- It's all right.

Yo.

Hey.

What'd you call me?

The Bleeder, that's what everybody calls you.

The Bayonne Bleeder.

- How you doin'?

- I'm good. You?

- Good. Like the fights, huh?

- Hey.

Sure.

- What the f***!

- Chuck!

Relax, Champ. Come back for you

when I'm done with Foreman.

Hey, Champ, who you like?

- What are you doing, Chuck?

- Nothing. Just messing with him.

What are you trying to do?

Just don't worry about it, baby. It's okay.

Foreman comes stalking across the ring,

delivering some light hooks

to the body of Ali

that certainly are doing no problems,

or causing any problems to Muhammad Ali.

Ali spins him around out of the corner now.

They're very even...

- He looks good.

- Who?

Ali, a sneaky right hand.

Ali.

Don't worry, Foreman will get him.

If you had asked me

or any other bum on the street,

"Was Ali gonna beat

'Big George' Foreman in Zaire?"

I'd have said, "Hell no."

But he did it.

What were they gonna do,

put me in the ring with Ali?

Let's go home, baby. Come on.

I don't know,

I think I might hit the diner,

maybe get a cup of coffee or something.

All right. You want company?

No, I gotta walk.

You go home. I'll be all right.

You sure?

Yeah. I just, you know...

I gotta walk, that's all.

Fine.

It was like watching my future

go down the toilet.

Phyll tried to help,

but I was after something else.

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