Southpaw

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There you go.

He's a f***in' monster.

- That sh*t is called...

- It's like... It's like...

Well, why you tryin'

to be Puerto Rican, though?

He smells like the shelter!

Shut the f*** up.

You go back to the f***in' shelter.

You smell like the f***in'

third floor of the shelter.

Yeah, we back. We back

in the dressing room now, yeah.

The Commission in here, they... wrap...

watching 'em wrap Billy hands.

Yeah, it's all right.

Yeah, but once he gets

in the inside, it's over.

I make that step, it's over.

Yeah. I'll text you

as soon as he's done, okay?

Yeah. I love you, too.

Hi, J.

Okay. Yeah, do your homework.

Hey, y'all give him a minute.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey, Mo. What's up?

- What's up?

- It's all good.

Yeah, let's get out.

Hey...

- Mmm-hmm.

- Mmm-hmm.

You're ready.

Don't get hit too much.

Hard shots from Darius Jones

to the body and the head,

as he continues putting distance

between himself and Billy Hope

on the scorecards.

This kid Jones is super fast,

and he's killing Billy

with just his left hand.

Jones, a longer, quicker fighter,

has appeared to win most of the rounds

to this point in the fight.

Keep them hands up! Protect that eye!

Let's go, chief! Come on, move!

There you go!

And the crowd comes alive

as Hope lands a right and a left.

Okay, here we go, here we go.

Good body shots by Hope.

- Dance with me, b*tch.

- Let him go.

There he goes again

with that attitude, Jim. He never stops.

It's another frustrating round for Hope.

He all right. He ain't hurt him.

It's give and take,

ebb and flow, here in this fight...

Come on, Billy, take the sh*t back!

...as Jones drives him back

with another uppercut.

Whoa, good uppercut.

And now Jones again going to the body.

Come on, baby, get off those ropes!

Trying to set up the finish

as he drives Hope

back into the ropes again.

I got you, man. I got you.

That's all you got?

That's all you got, huh?

Watching, close to Hope's corner,

his beautiful wife, Maureen,

herself a product

of a Hell's Kitchen orphanage.

How's the eye?

Take many more, it's gonna flow.

Yeah, just fix the f***in' eye.

State Commission doctor

taking a good look

at Hope's left eye in the corner.

But, the fight will continue.

We've seen Billy Hope

win fights in the past

looking even more the worse

for wear than is the case here.

Nothing has changed tonight.

Seated at ringside,

light heavyweight contender

Miguel "Magic" Escobar,

who would love to fight the winner.

Okay, keep him on the end of your stick.

And don't stand in front of him.

Get yours, relocate.

It's like the bull and the matador.

This is your f***in' ring.

You're the f***in' champ, right?

Go back in and do

what we do, you gotta end this.

Hey, Billy. Billy.

All right, do me a favor

and keep those hands up.

Billy, stay focused.

End it. You don't have time

for this bullshit.

Put an end to this

so we can go the f*** home.

What? What do you think

I'm trying to do, Eli?

What do you think I'm trying to do?

Get this sh*t off my eye!

Let's go! Come on!

Round ten about to begin.

Watch that jab!

Billy Hope still

with that bleeding left eye.

Those who love him would say,

"Defense? What is that?"

- And a hard right cross!

- Yeah, Hope hurt him!

That's it, baby, that's it.

Good body shot by Darius Jones.

Giving Hope a little of his medicine,

he comes back to the body a second time.

He hurt Hope with that body shot.

Hard right by Hope drives

Jones back into the ropes.

Let him go.

That's one of the best clean shots

Hope has landed

since the middle of the fight.

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