Resurrecting The Champ

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He lost to Harold Johnson

and to Nino Valdez.

That win to Valdez catapulted him into

the national statistics spotlight also.

Charles, 32 years old, Satterfield, 30.

Here's round two.

189 for Charles, 180 for Satterfield.

Charles is in the white trunks.

A writer, like a boxer, must stand alone.

Satterfield has

surprised all tonight with his right.

Having your words published,

like entering a ring...

puts your talent on display.

And there's nowhere to hide.

The truth is revealed.

And sometimes,

the results can be disastrous.

And Satterfield is down!

Three, four, five, six, seven-

He's not gonna get up. Eight, nine-

And it's all over. Wow!

Ezzard Charles-

Oh!

One, two, three-

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Box!

One, two, three, four...

- five, six-

- Over!

- Whoo!

- Seven, eight, nine, 10.

It's over!

Yo, Erik,

was that a left or a right there?

Erik?

There he is, just like I told you.

Come on, guys. Give it a rest.

- Come on. We're just messin' around.

- Leave the poor guy alone.

Hey, Champ!

What's up? How you doin' Champ?

Oh, you know, about 60%.

Tryin' to get a bite.

I told my friends you were the Champ.

- Yeah, that's right.

- I told 'em I kicked the sh*t out of you.

Kicked the sh*t right out of me.

Sure did.

- He ain't no champ, Kenny.

- Yeah, I am!

Battlin' Bob Satterfield.

Number three in the world.

- Show 'em your moves.

- Oh, no, I'm shoppin'.

You can shop later.

Come on, Champ!

- Come on.

- Hey, let's go, Champ!

Come on. Show us your punch.

Let's have some fun!

- Wanna see some moves, huh?

- Yeah, show us what you got.

Show us your punch.

- Wanna see my punch?

- Yeah.

Aah!

What is your problem, old man? Shut up.

Dude, is that how you broke

that guy's nose?

Yeah, yeah. Boom!

Made the Rock bleed. Yeah, that's right.

Come on, get up, Champ.

- Come on, Champ!

- I don't want to fight anymore, okay?

- Get up, Champ!

- No. I'm done fightin'.

Come on, Champ. One more round.

Oh!

Come on. Get up, Champ.

- Put your hands up.

- No.

- Put 'em up!

- Fight back, Champ!

Do it, man!

Kenny, the old man's beatin'you!

- Grab him!

- No, no, wait! No, no!

I'm sorry!

L- I didn't mean it, okay?

Right to the midsection!

Are you asleep?

I'm sorry.

I, um-What time is it?

All right. I'll see you tomorrow.

Go back to sleep. All right, sweetie. Bye.

Hey.

Hey, what's goin' on?

Just some a**holes having fun.

Do it again!

Hey!

- Yeah! New champ now.

- Hey! What the hell?

I just beat the champion of the world!

And he's down for the count!

- You guys are such a**holes.

- Get in the back! Come on!

Yeah! Hell, yeah!

Hey. Hey-

Old man, are you-Are you okay?

Boys just havin' fun.

You know, it's fun to beat the Champ.

Well, you sh-

Yeah, you should, uh-

You should get home.

No, I am home.

You-You say you're the Champ?

What are you talking about?

Yeah, yeah.

Battlin'Bob Satterfield.

Number three in the world.

Hey.

How 'bout, uh-

Can I give you this?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

You done helped the Champ

when he was down and halfway out.

I won't forget this.

- You sure you're okay?

- Yeah, man.

I'm about 30% right now,

but I'll be okay.

Okay, well, you take care

of yourself, all right?

Yeah. You too.

- John, how are you doing?

- Erik.

Denver Times.

All right, well, there's some weirdness

with the smoking ordinance at the casinos.

Um, just some of the employees there-

I'm sorry. That may be a good

opportunity for an editorial.

The Indian gaming laws

and the responsibilities and so on.

And while we're on the subject, Ralph,

you know, if you don't mind...

I was thinking that maybe we could,

um, assign one of my guys maybe...

to do something about the NFL draft,

the politics involved and-

No, that's good. I like that.

Then, um-

And then my sports guys can do

an editorial on global warming.

- Oh, come on. This is serious.

- No, I mean it.

Guys, guys. You're up, Jo.

Well, the mayor's coming out in favor

of the, um, convention coming here.

So, um-So there's gonna be

a press conference later.

Well, that's that.

Lunch is on me at Duffy's.

- Anyone that can bring me a completed crossword.

- Awesome! Love Duffy's.

Are we sending anybody down

to training camp?

I have a budget for a stringer, I guess.

- Well, I think it might be nice to

do a draft follow-up. - Yeah, sure.

Good.

Hey, boss.

We got a little buried today, huh?

- What are you talking about?

- TheJermaine fight I covered.

- It was a good fight.

- Oh, yeah. I buried it, right.

- Why?

- Something's got to get buried.

Well, that's what high school wrestling

is for, right?

I mean, it's a solid story.

Not a fact missing.

You had copy 40 minutes after the fight.

Yeah, you're like a machine.

All the style of one too.

- Wait a minute, Ralph.

- Do you mind sitting?

Now, listen. I appreciate

what you're doing, filling my pages.

And I don't want you to stop.

Hey, Ralph? Sorry for interrupting.

Do you want me to e-mail you those quotes?

Yeah, yeah, right.

But your copy, it's unimpressive.

A lot of typing, not much writing.

- Well, Sam Kirby liked-

- He doesn't work here anymore.

The truth is... I forget your pieces

while I'm reading them.

Now, if this is the best you can do,

I'm not gonna complain.

But I know you can do a lot better.

- Why is that, Ralph?

- Because of your name.

- Thanks for the talk.

- Oh, look, come on.

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