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Kulas collapses on his back, bleeding profusely. The camera takes a close-up. Blood gushes out of the wound like an oil strike. An emergency medical technician rushes into the ring, trying to staunch the bleeding with pieces of gauze, her hands trembling. Jack is prowling the ring, shouting to the audience, saying he didn't come all the way to Boston to lose to a "white cracker." He puts a foot on Kulas' stomach, shouting, "I don't give a fuck" if he bleeds to death.