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The Final Round of a Prize Fighter
THE TWILIGHT ZONE
“THE FINAL ROUND OF A PRIZE FIGHTER"
Come on doll, you can't just say we're done," holding the phone. "What are you talkn' about? Of course I was always there for ya. What? More money? You think I'm some kinda money machine? Is that all you care about? I thought we had somethin' good going. Ya, I know, but I'm gonna be back on top again, just you wait. You can't stop ol' Joe Hardy from being that big winner. What do ya mean you can't wait? Listen babe, they'll be crawling back just like before...just stick with me, that's all I'm sayin'. Just give me another chance to show you I'm the best, like before...sure I got offers, they're callin' in everyday...Just you wait...hello? Hello? He drops the phone on the bed. "I'll show her...I'll show everybody. No one beats Joe Hardy, no one."
"Meet Joe Hardy, a one time champion prize fighter. A man who thinks he can always be on top of everything. A man who will do anything to win...at anyone's expense. Mr. Hardy would do well to reconsider his expectations about who wins, or who loses. He's about to meet his most challenging opponent...in the Twilight Zone."
"Having a rough time Joe? What's the problem? No applause...no fans? Maybe nobody cares anymore. Did you ever think about that? I bet you expect some kind of hand out...maybe one of those comic book action heroes to come down, wave their magic wand and help you out this mess. Think so Joe? Or maybe you're just gettin' lazy crying in your own mess."
"Who the hell is that? Who's talking? Where are you? Come on out and show yourself you coward."
"Right over here Joe. I'm looking right back at you."
Joe leans up against the dresser and looks in the mirror. He sees a reflection of himself. "I'm not talkn' to myself, so who are you?"
"Thought you knew Joe...I'm you. That's right. I'm your memory, your conscience. I'm every one of your aspirations and recollections. I'm every one of your failures and defeats. I also wear the wreaths of all your victories. I'm what you call your "alter ego."
"Ya? Then get out of my head."
"I'm sure it...
“THE FINAL ROUND OF A PRIZE FIGHTER"
Come on doll, you can't just say we're done," holding the phone. "What are you talkn' about? Of course I was always there for ya. What? More money? You think I'm some kinda money machine? Is that all you care about? I thought we had somethin' good going. Ya, I know, but I'm gonna be back on top again, just you wait. You can't stop ol' Joe Hardy from being that big winner. What do ya mean you can't wait? Listen babe, they'll be crawling back just like before...just stick with me, that's all I'm sayin'. Just give me another chance to show you I'm the best, like before...sure I got offers, they're callin' in everyday...Just you wait...hello? Hello? He drops the phone on the bed. "I'll show her...I'll show everybody. No one beats Joe Hardy, no one."
"Meet Joe Hardy, a one time champion prize fighter. A man who thinks he can always be on top of everything. A man who will do anything to win...at anyone's expense. Mr. Hardy would do well to reconsider his expectations about who wins, or who loses. He's about to meet his most challenging opponent...in the Twilight Zone."
"Having a rough time Joe? What's the problem? No applause...no fans? Maybe nobody cares anymore. Did you ever think about that? I bet you expect some kind of hand out...maybe one of those comic book action heroes to come down, wave their magic wand and help you out this mess. Think so Joe? Or maybe you're just gettin' lazy crying in your own mess."
"Who the hell is that? Who's talking? Where are you? Come on out and show yourself you coward."
"Right over here Joe. I'm looking right back at you."
Joe leans up against the dresser and looks in the mirror. He sees a reflection of himself. "I'm not talkn' to myself, so who are you?"
"Thought you knew Joe...I'm you. That's right. I'm your memory, your conscience. I'm every one of your aspirations and recollections. I'm every one of your failures and defeats. I also wear the wreaths of all your victories. I'm what you call your "alter ego."
"Ya? Then get out of my head."
"I'm sure it...
