The Cut

It's over! I just knocked out the win ratio for a super welterweight, h People don't care about stats, only champions. I have a title fight, set in Vegas for next week. He's not a competitive freighter anymore. Yeah? Nobody called me. He won't make the weight check. I'll take care of the checks, as long as you get the official weigh-in. That's 26 pounds in six days. I know a guy gets things done, but I ain't gonna lie. It'll be rough on him. I'll make it. To make it, you gotta take the brakes off. Get him on the scale. You can back out. There's no shame. Rough mountain valley, too. I mean, there would be shame. There would be massive crushing shame. The problem is, your girl loves you. So she's only gonna hurt you so much. What you need is someone that loves something more than they love you. To me, you're nothing but a poker chip. What you gonna let all that work go to waste, h Now, you and I agreed. If it became dangerous, we'd stop now. That is a dangerous, pointless task. You can't quit. She never understood that. You got your thing. You're dead. You got your fucking therapy! This is where the Foy happens over here. This is where you went. No ripcord, you say it for me. There is no ripcord. Ready to ride.