Ma'am, nobody asked me for it. They played it on the wall. The room watched 90 seconds without commentary, without music, without a caption telling them how to feel. They watched a man mop a floor. They watched him fold his coveralls.
They watched him take a champion's back and let him go twice. They watched him knock on a forehead like a door. They watched him catch a knee that never should have been thrown. They heard the house microphone. I have been where you are about to be.
You do not want to visit. And then they heard something the internet had never heard. Because the internet only ever got Presley's edit. They heard the 11 days before Melvin's recorder had been running from 4:00. It caught the gym warming up.
It caught a voice with a laugh in it saying, "Hey, boy, get the mop. " We spilled. It caught the word zoo. It caught three men rehearsing a bet. Judith Renick asked for that section to be played again. "Play it a third time," she said, and nobody in that room breathed.
The fourth document was a woman. Wilma Draper had worked the Ironbound front desk for 9 years. She came in with a spiral notebook, a service contract, and a vendor maintenance log. The system retains 90 days. She said, "Not six.
I have the contract. I have 13 years of tickets. " And on the Wednesday morning, Mr. Leoo came to my desk. He asked me how a person would clear the drive. Stuart Leoo in the third row put his face in his hands.
That is when Norman Hargus stood up in the back without being called. Madame director, I signed a statement about this man. Every word of it is false and I knew it when I signed it. Judith Renick let him speak. Norman Hargus was 61 years old and his voice did not work right.
In 1998, I was a purple belt in a basement in another state. Twice a week, a 19-year-old kid put me on the floor until I learned how to stand up. Everything I know, he gave me everything I have taught for 20 years came out of that basement. That includes every single thing I taught Cade. He turned around and looked at the far table.
Cade did not lose to a janitor. Norman said he lost to his coach's coach and I let him find that out in front of 300 people because I did not have the guts to tell him. Cade Boschon did not look up from the table. Here is the part the cameras in the hallway missed. When Norman said the word basement, the champion of the world put one hand flat on the table and left it there.
His shoulders came down about an inch. He stayed exactly like that for the rest of the morning. 28 years old. Nobody had ever told him there was a floor above his ceiling. Then Presley Kilgore's attorney submitted a sworn statement.
Presley had hired her own lawyer 2 days earlier. That is what people do when the story stops being fun. Judith Renick read three lines of it out loud. On the night of the belt, before he walked over, he told me to start filming. He said, "Watch me get a clip. " After the imaging appointment, he carried his own bag up two flights of stairs.