Cinderella Man Page #3

Get him off!

Break!

The boo-birds

have started flying here.

They want action

from these fighters.

Feldman sticks a left

in Braddock's face.

Braddock's right hand

is his best and only weapon.

He'll show the left, but it

lacks snap and Feldman knows it.

Come on, give these yokels

a shot in the ass!

Feldman ducks a haymaker

but fails to follow up.

And another big right

by Braddock.

Now, there's the Braddock

we all recall.

But it's one at a time.

It may not be enough.

Come on!

The referee pulls

the boys apart.

And there's the bell

to end the fifth.

Easy now. Easy.

I saw that.

You bust it again?

I'm calling it, Jim.

You gonna use the left?

Okay, good.

You get in there but you

don't let him crowd you.

You work his belly, you

hammer his belly with the left.

Last round. Come on,

you got to show me something.

Give me a good one. You're

giving me an ulcer, Harry!

Shut up.

Work his belly with the left.

You got it?

Give him the flapdoodle with

the right because he don't know.

Right?

'Cause he's kind of stupid.

Okay? Last round.

Last round! Go get him!

The left!

Damn it, I wish he could find

his goddamn left.

That's it! Change it up!

Southpaw, that's it!

Feldman prancing around,

looking for an opening...

but still few clean punches

by the fighters.

Braddock still pawing away

with the left.

Another ineffectual left

from Feldman.

Braddock can hardly lift his

arms. He's slow on his feet.

At least Gould in his corner

is still throwing punches...

trying to urge his man on.

Go home!

Go home, Braddock!

No holding, Braddock!

Cavanaugh's working harder

than the fighters.

Dry up!

Another clinch.

It's as if 80 tough fights have

finally jumped on Braddock's back.

You're a bum!

That's it!

Cavanaugh pulls them apart,

and he's called the fight.

He's called the fight.

It's a "no contest. "

And the popcorn and the

peanuts are raining down.

And I'm afraid to say that's

all these fighters deserve...

for the show

they put on tonight.

I'm telling you, it's sad to

see a fighter that was once...

the caliber of James Braddock

reduced to this.

It's all right, Jimmy.

An embarrassment,

that's what it was.

An embarrassment!

Where the hell's the purse?

You wouldn't have

to be asking that...

if you gave a sh*t

about your fighter.

Okay. He's fighting hurt.

Maybe you got a bunch of fat

and happy fighters at home...

can afford to rest a month between

bouts. I don't know. Lucky you!

Christ, he hardly gets

a punch in anymore!

Fights being stopped by

referees? He's pathetic!

Fights like that

keep people away.

We're revoking his license,

Joe.

Whatever Braddock was gonna do

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