Undisputed Truth

Undisputed Truth

Mike Tyson, Larry Sloman

Language: English

Pages: 608

ISBN: 0142181218

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Undisputed Truth is raw, powerful and disturbing—a head-spinning take on Mr. Tyson's life.” (Wall Street Journal)
Philosopher, Broadway headliner, fighter, felon—Mike Tyson has defied stereotypes, expectations, and a lot of conventional wisdom during his three decades in the public eye. Bullied as a boy in the toughest, poorest neighborhood in Brooklyn, Tyson grew up to become one of the most ferocious boxers of all time—and the youngest heavyweight champion ever. But his brilliance in the ring was often compromised by reckless behavior. Yet—even after hitting rock bottom—the man who once admitted being addicted “to everything” fought his way back, achieving triumphant success as an actor and newfound happiness and stability as a father and husband. Brutal, honest, raw, and often hilarious, Undisputed Truth is the singular journey of an inspiring American original.

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even flinch. Fuller called some more contestants to say that Desiree said that I was “really built” and “had a butt to hold on to.” The whole defense was so scattershot that even I could see that there was no cohesion to the case he was building. The major flaw was that Fuller and Beggs were too prudish to get into the nitty-gritty details of the sexual encounter. They didn’t give the jurors the actual facts to base their judgment on. Fuller was so boring during his final argument that one

about what she said for a second. My megalomania kicked in and I thought, Didn’t think I could handle this? Does she know where the fuck I came from? I was born in the institutional system. Who the fuck does she think I am? But that wasn’t what she was talking about. She was talking about taking that long fall from grace and adapting to a society where I didn’t look at myself as being bigger than everyone else. We were all equals. What that guard said went right over my head—the head that,

Evander Holyfield, to be my advisors. They would split the standard manager’s fee of 20 percent three ways. I would be taking home a lot more money because one of the things we uncovered when we went through Don’s contracts was that in addition to his fees as promoter of my fights, he was also taking 30 percent of my purse money, which was illegal. So when I fought Holyfield and my purse was $30 million, I wound up with only $15 million because Don was taking $9 million and John and Rory were

bullshit like “to die with.” “I’m going to do this to the end, baby. I’m going to play to a place I can’t play anymore,” I’d tell them. I was talking bullshit. I had to find myself before I could find somebody else. Jackie Rowe used to try to lecture me about drugs and I’d just tell her, “If you love me, you’d let me do this.” “Listen, Mike, I refuse to sit here and watch you go out like a loser. We’re winners,” she’d say. She used to actually go through all my pants and jackets before

to me and say that they had bet their lives on me and I had to win or else they’d lose their house and their wife would leave them. I didn’t want to let those people down. I guess I just never thought I was good enough for the job. I was too insecure to be that dominant person. Between fights I was going to these really bucket-of-blood places, in the middle of Bumfuck, Florida, and I’m strutting in there and all these motherfuckers got their guns up. And I’m talking shit and starting fights.

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