TV reporter: Ladies and gentlemen, Muhammad Ali is finally going to jail. Here he is now, coming through the gates. Ali. Ali. Ali. How do you feel about all this?
Muhammad (big, deep, very masculine voice): I is ready. I am strong. And I'll do this here time easy, and I'll be back to fight again.
End of scene. Cut to five years later.
Reporter: Ladies and gentlemen, here comes Ali. For five years he has been behind these here walls. Ali, will you fight again?
Muhammad (soft, very feminine voice): I don't want to fight anybody, luv.
"Seriously, though," said Ali. "I've been visiting a few prisons to get accustomed to them. They say you're all right in them federal places. You can pay for your own food. You get TV. Only thing you don't get is your girl friends."
"Well," said Dundee, "you better learn to do a lot of reading."
"I don't think I'll crack up," said Ali. "I really don't." He paused for a long moment and then said, "I think I'll get married soon, and then retire. It'll be good for the tournament. With me around, nobody gonna take these guys seriously. If I retire, there'll be some significance." Silence again. "You know I gotta go back to Chicago now, and I don't care if that plane does go down."
Ali, before he left, picked Terrell to beat Spencer and win the tournament, but, like most fighters, he is not a good judge of talent or an accurate selector. Spencer looked better than Ellis in winning his fight. Terrell started quickly. His jab rammed into Spencer's face consistently and he succeeded in doing what he had planned, until Spencer broke him in half with body blows. He would take or pick off a couple of Terrell's jabs and then slide under and rake the big guitar player over the body. Spencer sent Terrell to the floor in the second round with a short right hand, and Terrell hung on to Spencer's foot as he sat on the floor.
Despite the knockdown Terrell was leading slightly going into the eighth round, but Spencer, hammering at the body and coming out of a crouch with a right hand, won the last five rounds. A pitiful, wheezing figure toward the end, Terrell fought a sloppy, stupid fight. He rabbit-punched, hit Spencer below the belt (he lost the 10th on twp blows to the groin) and inexplicably kept moving toward Spencer's right hand. This, besides being risky, reduced the power of his biting jab. Spencer fought an extremely intelligent fight, motivated by an acute dislike for Terrell, who was unbearably patronizing toward the other fighters going into Saturday's showdown.