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What a kick!
Beautiful!
The Head Kick!
This is crazy!
Power slammed in the back!
Oh, oh, oh!
Martinez wins!
We've got some great matches
for you tonight, people, make some noise!
We've got boxers, wrestlers,
psychos, criminals...
We've got a couple of
douchebags in there as well.
Support these douchebags
people. Make some noise out there!
Isn't this fucking great?
Yeah, you see that? That's you in an hour.
Oh, really? Why wait?
Save it.
Fm ready to go out tonight, guys.
I need some blood!
Who wants some blood out there, guys?
What the hell are we even doing here?
-Any of you guys Stokes?
-Yeah, I'm Stokes.
You're up, bro. Get some.
This one's gonna be a
barnburner people. Let's hear it.
This ends here. Tonight.
Ends?
This is where it begins.
Wow.
PS3, huh? What's your favourite game?
I don't know. Killzone 3, I guess.
-Here, let me get this.
-I got it.
I can give you guys a hand
if you guys need any help.
I'm Kurt, Mike's roommate.
Hey, Kurt. John Stokes, Mike's dad.
-Nice to meet you, John.
-You, too.
All right, so who's hungry?
How about I treat you boys to lunch?
I think I'm just gonna go unpack.
Okay.
I'll see you upstairs.
-Look, Son...
-Thanks for the ride.
Shoulders up, Zack.
All right, Zack.
Smoke and Thunder, baby.
Smoke and Thunder.
You keep droppin' that shoulder,
and any club fighter could pick you apart.
Yeah? Tell that to my last three victims.
-Listen, kid...
-Hey, look, look, look.
There's been a little change of plans,
all right?
I just got off the phone
and Jefferson pulled out.
But not to worry, all right? I got you a sub.
This guy named Ortega.
And he just moved up from Welterweight.
He's got a 4-and-3 record.
I think it's a mistake.
The fight's in three weeks
and we don't know anything about Ortega.
The guy's 4-and-3, I'm 5-and-0.
You know what that adds up to, huh?
An ass whupping for Ortega.
Even you can do basic math.
Man, educate this dude.
Title fighter right here.
You tell 'em Zack, you tell 'em.
It's time.
Tim!
Hey.
Tim!
Hey, Mom. What's wrong?
Nothin'.
Would you all leave your brother alone?
Go upstairs, wash up for dinner.
Come on, both of you.
So, what have you got goin' for tonight?
Term paper.
Okay.
The bank gave us a third notice
and they're giving us another month to pay.
You've been killing yourself ever since
Dad died to keep this house, Mom.
Just let me drop out. I'll get a night job.
No!
Go finish your term paper.
And I'll bring you something
for supper, okay?
Go on.
You know me. I'll figure something out.
Go on.
Dude, there's no way you can compare
Wonder Woman's Iasso to Thor's hammer.
That doesn't make any sense.
That's like comparing a penis to a vagina.
Oh, hey, I gottajump.
-Hey, what's up?
-Hey.
Just thought I could do a little trading.
Sure. What you got here?
-These are '86.
-Nice.
Real nice.
Some trippy stuff. This is yours?
Yep. I got 18 more just like it at home.
That's cool.
You know what, the guy
who's in charge of buying is this guy, Butler.
He's just not in today. But...
I don't know what you want to do.
-Come back tomorrow?
-Yeah, of course. That's cool.
Actually, why don't you hang onto these,
and then I'll just swing by tomorrow.
Yeah, sure. For you, yeah, I'll do it.
-All right. Thanks.
-All right, no problem.
Hey, you don't wanna, like,
go out sometime?
Not gonna happen, dork.
Hey, Kurt, check this out.
Somebody hacked the college server.
It's all over the place.
Come on. Come out with me.
No, I'm staying in, man.
Dude.
-What?
-We are college freshmen, man.
Whether you know it or not,
your body is a reservoir of raging hormones
and pent-up sexual energy. What is wrong?
Talk to me, all right? And then let's get on it.
Okay, but you cannot tell a soul.
It's about my dad.
Welcome to college, man.
Not bad for early season. Come.
Freshman crop of honeys
ripe for the taking, right?
You gotta put your bid in early.
Not a problem.
You wait till you see my man here in action.
Legend.
Pick any honey in this room,
Mike gets it done.
-Ignore him.
-Hey, hey, how's it goin'?
Legend, huh?
All right.
That one. Right there.
All right, roommate,
show him how a pro gets it done.
Seriously, dude,
that thing with your old man,
-take it out on that.
-Fuck off, Kurt!
Hey.
Hey.
-Pretty cool party.
-Yeah.
"Cool."
Okay. All right,
not the most original of openers.
Let me try this again.
Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee?
So? Would you?
If I tell you I already have a boyfriend,
you promise not to take it
as some big, macho challenge
and try to steal me away from him?
I promise?
I'm already dating someone.
Get a doctor!
All right. Back and forth.
Left and right.
Step left, kick right.
Left, right.
Left, right.
There he is! Get his ass! Let's go!
I told you I was gonna get you, boy!
-What? You got something to say now?
-Fuck you!
I think he's gonna start enjoying
this ass beating, bro!
Stop!
-Pick his ass up!
-Please!
What? What? You think this is a game!
I'm gonna teach you not to run your mouth.
That's what I'm talking about, boy.
What? You got something to say?
Get him! Get him!
Motherfucker!
Fuck!
I got something for your ass now, boy.
Hold him!
-Man, this is gonna hurt.
-No, no, no, no, no, please, come on!
-Get that motherfucker!
-Come on! Let's go!
Where you going?
Hold it!
Who this motherfucker is?
What y'all want?
We can take him.
Hold up.
We're cool. We're good bro.
We'll get you another day.
Let's go.
Thanks. Thanks, guys.
Who is it?
Mike. I was told
to come see the RA for some reason.
Nlike, the wrestler kid?
Yeah.
Enter, Mike the wrestler.
So, why'd you want to see me?
We'll get to that, Mike the wrestler kid.
But first, may I ask you,
are you a fan of the fight cage?
Do you have a taste for the savage science?
Yeah. I guess so.
Okay, great. Come on.
Behold.
So, you're behind this?
You tell anyone that,
and I'll fucking kill you.
What's up with the clock?
That's the countdown
to the Beatdown, baby.
-The what?
-The Beatdown, bro.
It's back. Less than 100 days to go
for a second dose of ass-kicking,
skull-crushing mixed martial arts madness.
Cajun style. Only this time, I'm in charge.
Max Cooperman,
impresario of the Beatdown.
Fight's on when the clock ticks down, bro.
$20 a head, at a site to be determined.
-A tournament?
-Yeah, bro.
One night, two hours, 16 fighters.
Winner takes home a cool 10 grand
and nationwide celebrity.
Well, that sounds cool, man.
But what's that got to do with me?
As you can see, I have some spots to fill.
And you can help by talking to some of your
no-neck wrestling buddies.
I'll give you a finder's fee
and comps to the Beatdown.
-Just keep my name out of it.
-'Cause it's illegal, right?
I don't know, man. You think?
It's like a rave. Only instead of drugs,
we're gettin' stoked on mayhem.
Cops and non-believers to be avoided
at all costs.
I'll think about it.
The swelling's gone.
But if your retina detaches any more,
you could go completely blind in that eye.
Now your injury is caused
by receiving too many blows to the head.
The symptoms won't heal
without a medical procedure.
Well, I mean, then all I need is surgery, right?
-Then I can fight again?
-I'm afraid not.
Well, I mean, I won't tell anyone.
-You can't tell anyone either, right?
-Zack, I'm sure this is atough blow,
but it's not as tough as the one
that takes your eyesight.
Your career as a boxer is over.
Oh, my gosh, girl, these guys are so hot.
I know.
Yeah, girl.
MMA is what boxing wishes it could be.
I know, right? Ground and Pound, baby.
These guys could have me
any day of the week.
I know. I know, right?
What are you guys watching?
Where's lVlom at?
Look, I had to do it, okay, sweetie?
We need this money.
-But, Mom, I just...
-We can talk about this later.
-I don't...
-No. Go home, Tim.
Hey, Stokes. Should I be worried, man?
-What?
-it's gotta hurt, huh?
Your dad leaves your mom for another dude?
You think that shit's hereditary?
That's it! You're done for the day!
You're done, Stokes!
Don't set foot in my gymnasium again!
What?
I was looking into
entering this Beatdown thing.
Did you fucking tell him?
What makes you think I have anything
to do with that shit?
You did. Just now.
Fuck! Okay, come in.
Come on, come on.
Well, you obviously don't go here.
How'd you find me?
Comments, man, on the Orlando videos.
You're semi-famous.
And you ain't that hard to find.
So you two wanna fight?
Either one of you ever mix it up, MMA style?
I box. Or used to.
AAU, All City.
Wrestling champ. State.
Dudes, chill.
Okay, I can't just put any Tom's hairy dick
in the cage.
I've got customers to please,
aficionados of the savage science.
My fighters gotta have moves.
Don't worry. I got moves.
-So do I.
-Yeah? Show me.
Let's get some!
Nice.
The TV. The TV.
All right.
All right.
All right, all right, all right, all right, get off!
Chill! Chill!
I like the passion. You both have heart.
Reminds me of a boy
I brought up back in the day.
But, dudes, this is mixed martial arts.
It's about boxing, wrestling,
Brazilian jiu-jitsu, judo, Muay Thai.
You gotta be hip to all the disciplines,
not just one or two of 'em.
You wanna be the best,
you gotta take out the best.
And in order to do that,
you gotta learn from one of the masters.
Who? Point us in the right direction.
Well, lots of clubs around here
are run by posers and wannabes.
You boys need someone
who's been in the soup. The cage.
A true warrior with the scars to prove it.
A name, Max. Give us a name.
Case Walker. Former collegiate wrestler.
Kyokushin black belt, trained jiu-jitsu
in Brazil with the Machado family.
One of the most fully loaded fighters
on the planet.
And I guarantee you, a day with this guy
is like a month anywhere else.
That's if he decides to take you on.
Well, how come I've never heard of him?
Yeah, me either.
You guys ever hear of Fedor?
Anderson Silva?
Or Overeem before they steamrolled
everyone in their path?
Believe me, those guys have heard of Case.
Where do we find this guy?
-What?
-Are you Case?
You wouldn't even ask me that shit
if you didn't already know.
Why don't you answer my question?
What?
As in, motherfucker, what do you want?
Look, I'm Nlike, and he's Zack.
-We wanna train with you, Mr Walker.
-Why?
-'Cause we heard you're the best.
-No, no, no, no, no.
Why would I teach you? Do I know you?
You kin to me? I owe you a favour?
We wanna fight in the Beatdown.
-Max said that you're the best...
-Max?
You tell that little wannabe Dana White,
next time he sends a couple of bitches
over to train with me,
he gonna have some damn problems.
Now, get the fuck outta here.
Hey. I ain't no bitch, man.
You ain't too smart either.
What about you?
Man, I don't even like this guy.
But I ain't gonna let him go out like that.
You all got heart.
You got money?
How much?
This week, $20 each,
five-pound bag of potatoes,
and you gotta wash Daisy.
Daisy?
My house.
I'll try you out for the day.
But real talk. Our deal is I teach you.
You pay me in blood, sweat and money.
And I don't teach you what you want.
I teach you what you need.
And I never teach any two people
the same way.
Now what you take from here
becomes yours to do with as you wish.
Now, come as often as you want,
or don't come at all.
I won't expect a card at Christmas either way.
Let me see.
So I got a boxer and a wrestler.
All right, Mr Boxer.
You're gonna start by giving me
Sprawl? Man, I don't know...
My bad. I forgot to mention, shut the fuck up.
I don't even wanna hear your voice.
And I don't make mistakes.
You do what I say, or get the fuck out.
You feel me?
All right, Tim, give Mr Boxer 100 sprawls,
followed by 100 front kicks.
Au right?
Go.
All right, IVlrWrestler,
I got somethin' special for you.
I want you to punch this piece of paper.
Now, your punch has to be perfectly straight
and accurate.
Use the first two knuckles. Watch.
Make a hole in the centre of the paper.
You don't get it done,
you don't move on to the next technique.
Go.
Hey! Don't you have a home?
You ain't ready for that technique.
Come back tomorrow.
And you owe me
a new composition notebook.
Black.
No, no, no, stop, stop, stop.
No. Try it again.
All right, good.
Nice hat, dude.
Fuck!
Man, where's this dude at?
Hey, if it's too long of a wait,
why don't you stop your bitchin'
and leave, hotshot?
So, dude, what's your deal?
How'd you end up training with Case?
How come you're not in the Beatdown?
I don't have to fight like some caged animal
to prove I'm a man.
What you tryin' to say?
I didn't try, I believe I said it.
Yo. Hey, chill, man.
I'd like to give you a personal facelift, too.
We got reason to be here, fellas.
Unlike some people I know.
Is that supposed to be directed at me?
Yeah. What are you gonna do about it,
Kurt Cobain?
I'm just sick of you ridin' me, all right?
That's not what your mother said.
Hey! Justin!
You gonna let him talk
about your mama like that?
Punch his ass in the face.
Or better yet, do Flounder Three on his ass,
like we worked on.
That's got to be the worst role model
since Sweep the Leg, man.
Yeah, and what's Flounder Three?
I don't know.
This dweeb ain't gonna do shit.
Got dropped on your ass, dude.
You all right?
-Are you crying?
-What's up, bros?
You guys are like a tight-knit unit now,
this is great.
Man, fuck that, that was a cheap shot.
No, Zack, come on, man,
that was even called out.
I think it was called the Flounder Three, man.
No hard feelings, all right?
Smoke and Thunder, baby.
Deal with that shit.
-Come on, man, chill out.
-Hey, I barely even touched him.
Dude.
It's cool, right, buddy?
Right on, guys. Anybody seen Case?
-Yo, Case.
-I'll be out in a minute.
-Hey.
-Man, don't you knock?
-I did.
-Did I say come in? Hey, put that down.
-Well...
-Don't!
Okay.
Nlax, what do you want?
You got a nice little band of acolytes
out there, dude.
Warms the heart to see.
I think they might just kill each other.
Dude, I know it sucks what happened.
But you had the frickin' fight world
by the short hairs, man.
-You could still.
-Nlax, what do you want?
I'm just trying to help you.
Let me help you, man.
I can put you back in touch
with some good people I know at Strikeforce.
And all you gotta do is, you know...
All right, dude. I can take a hint. Okay?
I just hate to see a waste of God-given talent.
Which brings me to the true reason
for my little visit.
You need cash, Sensei?
I can put money in your pocket.
-What is this?
-Max's idea. Little pro-am action.
Get the crowd excited
for the upcoming Beatdown.
Ifyou can survive one minute with Case,
you'll get 100 bucks.
That's my sensei. That's my sensei.
-Is it true that your mom works here?
-Not tonight she doesn't.
Dude, I wish my mom worked at a strip club.
Oh, shit, my girl's here.
-Hi, babe.
-Hey, what's up?
-How are you?
-You look good.
Thanks.
-Hey.
-Mike.
-Right, Mike.
-Yeah, you two would know each other.
Got me a little college girl.
Well, at least I know it wasn't a brush-off.
Yeah!
Nice.
That's right. Nice.
-Hi, Zack.
-Hey, what's up?
Is that your mom?
-How's your mom?
-What?
I mean, it must suck that your dad
left your mom for another man.
-What?
-Hey, dude, that blows.
No pun intended.
No.
Let's go, Case! Rip him up!
Dude, get down.
-Nlike, are you out of your mind?
-Not a good idea.
-Yo, someone get Max.
-Yeah! Get some!
It's stupid to fight angry.
You gotta remember,
an angry mind is a narrow mind.
Come on.
Oh, shin
-Tap.
-Go fuck yourself.
Tap. Tap, or I'll break it.
-Four, three, two, one.
-Four, three, two, one.
Asshole. If this was a real match,
I would've broke your goddamn arm.
-Fuckin' great show!
-Nlike, yeah!
Fuck, yeah!
Who's behind all this?
A fuckin' genius, man.
-Looks like we got an ex-con lurking.
-How can you tell?
Where else do you see pull-ups like that?
Where'd you do time, boy? State?
Angola?
Hey. I asked you a question.
Well, I'm gonna have to ask you to vacate.
Why? I'm not hurtin' anybody.
Yeah, well, it's my job to get your black ass
out of here before you do.
-Come on, man.
-Come on, Come on, come on, man.
You listen to me, convict.
I got 50 ways
to make your black ass disappear.
So when I say go, you better say, "How far?"
-You got that?
-Nlorning, Sensei.
-So what the hell's goin' on here?
-Nothin'.
I don't wanna see you around here again.
That goes for you, too.
What was that all about?
-What's up?
-What's up, bitches?
-Wow.
-Dude, you're bald.
Guys, I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonnajoin the Beatdown, dude.
If it ain't in ink, you ain't a believer.
Dude, you spelled "beat" wrong.
Let's cut the bullshit, guys, let's train.
What's the matter with Case?
Man, the cops hassled him.
Said none of us can train here any more.
Well, fuck the cops, right?
I mean, they can't make us leave.
No, no, no, no. Case is on probation.
If he so much as jaywalks,
they're gonna send him back to prison.
Yeah, well what does
Mike give a shit about Case?
Obviously, he don't.
What are you talking about? That's not true.
Really?
Is that why you put him in a position
to suffer his only loss?
Yeah, that's right, asshole.
Because he spared breaking your arm,
he's now been defeated.
Nah. That was just a bullshit match
at the strip club, man.
No, not to him. To him it was an
I mean, what has he got? Daisy?
What the hell did you guys do?
You guys cheered?
Really?
He should have ripped your arm off
and he should have shoved it
right up your ass.
What?
Hey, Case, it's Mike. Can I please talk to you?
You heard the cops, we've been shut down.
Just leave me alone. All of you.
We gotta find him a place to train, man.
Yeah, not some shitty vacant lot, either.
We need a proper dojo, man.
Oh, shit, guys. I think I know a place.
For years, we've been delivering
people new furniture
and hauling the old stuff away for free.
Originally, we were gonna fix it up,
try to resell it.
As you can see, that never happened.
I talked to Ted
and he said if we clean the place out,
we could make it our own dojo.
Just have to pay the utilities, no rent.
What do you guys think?
I think we got a lot of work to do.
-it's fucking perfect.
-What?
While you guys finish cleaning up,
I'm gonna go make sure
Case doesn't leave town.
I got an idea, fellas.
How to get some equipment at a real bargain.
-Hey, babe.
-Oh, hey, not now.
I'll be back in a couple of hours, all right?
Look, I'm sorry, all right?
It was just something I heard.
I don't know what you're talking about.
People gossip. it's what they do.
I didn't know it was some big secret.
Okay, can we talk about something
other than my father's sexual orientation?
Well, it's not like you're gay, right?
I mean, like, homosexuality
isn't, like, hereditary.
It's not like a disease. And no, I'm not gay.
How do you know?
How many girls have you slept with?
I don't know. Who the hell keeps count?
Seventeen.
What?
-Seventeen?
-Yeah. Seventeen.
Heavy numbers, don't you think?
Relative to what?
A player like you?
Look, I've done okay.
Define "okay".
And if you lie, you curse yourself
to a life of bad lovers.
You were saying?
Okay, I got an idea.
I'm gonna write my guess on this table.
But do not look until I walk away.
And no peeking.
All right, put it down, fellas.
Yeah! I got all the equipment, fellas!
Look what Daddy's got.
What do you think?
Put it down, fellas.
Where'd all this shit come from?
Let's just say
it was liberated from a certain boxing gym.
I thought the idea
was to keep Case out of jail.
Believe me, Frankie is never
gonna report this stuff stolen.
Yeah? How can you be so sure?
'Cause I know the gym he stole it from.
World of boxing, right?
Well, this ain't even half of it.
I got a truckload more stuff outside.
Let's hustle, fellas.
I'll be damned.
Not too bad, huh?
Well?
That's my inspiration.
Little piece of equipment
I used to use back in the day.
I'll demonstrate. Just...
You might want to back up a little bit.
In case I still got it, you know?
This far enough?
Yeah, like a foot further.
Fucker.
Thank you. Thank you.
Is he really gonna do that?
Now would you rather push your opponent
or finish your opponent?
Don't worry about the bag.
A little duct tape will fix that up.
Let's get started.
-That was powerful.
-Okay.
Rubber Guard basics.
First go to Mission Control.
Right here.
Then we Zombie the arm.
Next, we go to Chill Dog. Up and over.
Once in Chill Dog,
I can choose whatever submission I want.
This one is called Gogoplata.
All right.
And time. Switch.
Come on, come on, come on.
That's good.
That's good.
You've got a good chance to win this thing.
Nah, man. I'm just not interested any more.
Oh, shit.
Dude, is that Lyoto Machida?
Yeah. It is.
He used to be light
heavyweight champion, dude.
What's he doing here?
Him and Case used to train together in Brazil.
Okay, so, dude, what's the deal with Case?
I mean, why isn't he world frickin' champ?
Well, he was champ
in a few other organisations.
Max told me six years ago,
he was set to take the MMA world by storm.
Then he just disappeared.
Damn.
That must have been
when he went to prison, right?
Nope.
He was only in prison for two years.
He got out on good behaviour.
Hey. What are you guys lookin' at?
Go get ready.
Hey, so what was Case convicted of?
Never asked, he never told.
Bet it rhymes with "kromicide".
I saw some old clips of him
on YouTube fighting.
You would not believe
the famous dudes he's beaten.
I know.
Case got busted
for cuttin' the tag off a pillow.
Did you see his fights with Ray Sefo?
Or how about him versus Bas Rutten?
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-Yeah.
-Those were some good fights, man.
Or what about, what's his name,
the blonde, buff brother?
Melvin Guillard.
No, no, no. He's, like, half Case's size.
Sisqo.
-Michael MacDonald?
-No, no, no. Bigger than him.
I know.
Case got in trouble
for copying a Hornets game
without the written consent of the NBA.
Dude, did you forget to take your meds
or something today?
No, this guy, he suplexed Fedor.
And he knocked out Mirko Cro Cop.
Kevin Randleman.
Hey, guys, I just...
I just wanted to say, look,
what you guys did for me with this gym,
I just wanted to say thanks.
Go easier on us in sparring
might be one way to show your gratitude.
You know, it's your temper
that gets you into trouble sparring.
I'm a little worried about you.
Zack needs to be the one worried about Mike.
What, you don't see the way he looks at Eve?
I'm just sayin', dude,
you need to get your own girl.
I'm just gonna ignore this clown.
Hey, Nlike, why don't you slip me
your mom's number?
I hear she's single.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.
You guys wanna go at it? Get in the cage.
Yeah, I wanna go at it.
Let's get in the fuckin' cage.
All right, good fight, guys. Good fight.
Here. Right here.
Oh, almost. You know what,
I'm gonna fight like your daddy.
Nice.
Watch the wrist, man.
He's got you, bro. Just tap.
-He ain't tappin'.
-Dude, don't be a dummy, man. Tap.
He ain't gonna tap.
Are you okay?
-Zack told me you got hurt.
-Yeah, I'm fine.
I heard you were caught
in like some triangle thing.
Yeah, tell me about it.
-What?
-Nothing.
-Do you wanna come in?
-No.
I was just... I was just here to check on you.
-But you seem fine.
-Yeah, I feel okay.
I guess I could be better.
I mean, maybe I should've tapped.
Well, when you have the opportunity to tap,
maybe you should.
You know, I can come back later.
-In fact, I left something in the field house...
-No. I was just leaving. So, bye.
I am so sorry, bro.
No, it's okay, man.
Anyway, she's got a boyfriend.
Yo, man, maybe it's the headgear, man.
Take it off.
-What's wrong with your eye, man?
-Man, nothing's wrong. Come on.
Dude.
What, so if I tell you,
you don't let me train any more?
Nah, man, I put too much into this.
I need this.
What's up, man?
Doctor said I have a partially detached retina.
That's why I can't box any more.
That sucks, I guess.
Does this mean I can't train any more?
-Why not?
-What about the Beatdown?
I ain't your daddy, man.
If you wanna risk goin' blind, that's on you.
You don't think it's stupid?
-Me fighting with my condition?
-Of course, it's stupid.
But, hey, I ain't done a whole lot of things
most folks would agree with.
But I can live with my choices
as well as my consequences.
Can you?
Yeah.
Well, there it is then.
From now on,
you're a southpaw.
Work that jingle into your footwork.
All right? You gotta plan the footwork.
There you go.
Protect that eye. Keep that eye back.
Just like that. Left hand up.
Get that asshole!
-Now for the next trick.
-Calm down, all right! Calm down!
Watch what I'm about to do.
To a bitch's face.
Nobody touches me like that!
Hey, hold on, chief. Wait up.
-What's up, man?
-You made that look easy.
Yeah.
-You're Vail's kid, right?
-Yeah.
-I'm here to pick her up.
-You know who you are?
You're my new head of security.
How does $400 a night sound?
Sounds great, man.
-But on one condition.
-What's that?
You gotta fire my mom.
You got it.
Okay.
Remember, I told you
an angry mind is a narrow mind.
Whenever you're angry, you're only thinking
about what you can do to somebody.
You're not thinking
about what can happen to you.
Now that's how Justin got you.
Isn't anger good for fighting?
No. it's about emotional content. Not anger.
-Doesn't that anger make you work harder?
-No,
it just makes you feel like
you're working harder.
You're actually burning out your mind.
And where your mind goes,
your body follows.
It's better to make your opponent angry,
so you can control the fight.
The real test for you is to calm your mind.
Five, four, three, two,
and that's time.
All right. Hydrate.
Stretch. That means you, Justin.
What's wrong with you?
I don't know, man. My numbers are thin.
I got the diehard fight fans,
but that ain't that many tickets sold.
I gotta, like, broaden my base somehow.
I don't know what to tell you.
Save money on venue.
Use this place.
Thanks.
Dude. Dude!
Dude, come here. Time out. Check this out.
Check this out.
Hey, take a photo.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes!
Zack, are you crazy?
All the training,
all the work you've been through.
What, you're just gonna quit now?
I don't know, man.
I just don't see the point any more.
So you're not in the Beatdown?
Oh, that's too bad.
I mean come
on dude, really?
Dude, I mean, life is looking
pretty damn good. Haven't you noticed?
Why risk Iosin' my sight? it's stupid.
Hi, Zack. I saw your video.
-Yeah? What'd you think, beautiful?
-I thought it was hot.
Thanks, baby. That's real sweet of you.
What do you say we get out of here?
-What about your girlfriend?
-Yeah, what about Eve?
-What about her?
-I'm just sayin', baby.
I'm just sayin', why don't you mind
your own fuckin' business, man?
I broke it off. You satisfied?
What do you say
we go to the Champagne Room?
Don't wait up, fellas.
Hey!
What the fuck's your problem?
I ain't got no problem.
Just cleaned your car. For free.
I think you owe me 10 bucks.
What the fuck?
You don't remember me, do you?
Comic book store?
You stuck a knife in my belly.
So what the fuck you want?
I don't know. A kiss.
Damn, this isn't your day, boy.
You're next, bitch.
Does it hurt?
Come on dog, look, look, look, we don't
want no more, all right, dog!
Look, my bad! Look, come on, bro.
Look, we were just foolin' around,
all right? Come on, dog. It's all good...
Just be quiet. I'm not gonna hurt you,
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I just, I came here to thank you.
I wanna thank you
for turning me into the beast that I am today.
Look we had enough, bro, all right?
Oh, but I didn't have enough.
-Happy birthday to me.
-No, no, no, no, no!
You look so fuckin' pretty.
I'm a fuckin' beast.
Fuck yeah, dude.
I got 'em. I got 'em. I buried 'em, man.
I went Hiroshima on their asses.
Justin, what are you talking about?
And where did the blood come from?
Dude, the three guys.
You should have been there.
The three guys that stabbed me.
I fuckin' wrecked 'em, I got 'em back.
-And you come here?
-Well, yeah.
You taught me everything.
I could've never done this without you.
Justin, the cops come looking for you,
they're gonna find me.
And I'm not going back to prison.
Dude, no, you should have been there.
It would have got your fuckin' dick hard,
I swear.
You know what?
That's enough of your psycho bullshit.
-You're out of here.
-What?
Find another place to train.
Fuck this.
-What do you mean? Why?
-Get the fuck out, Justin.
Where am I gonna train? I train with you.
-Get out of here.
-No. Come on.
What do you mean? No.
Get out of here, Justin. And don't come back!
Fuck you, Case! Fuck you! Fuck!
They fuckin' cheered! Not me!
They fuckin' cheered!
Macaroni and cheese.
See?
Yeah, it's pretty good.
It's your dad.
Seriously, Nlike,
you can't keep prolonging things.
You know what?
I think I'm gonna have
the macaroni and cheese.
You?
Where's the waitress?
Waitress!
Nlike, it wouldn't hurt to talk about it.
Look, not thinking about it
is the same as not remembering it,
which is the same as it never happened.
Listen, Nlike, I'm sorry.
But it did happen.
And pretending it didn't won't help.
What, and talking about it will?
I've already talked about it,
and look where it got me.
Yeah, people found out.
I know you have
this male tribal, tough guy thing,
but I just have to say something.
So what, your dad's gay?
It's not about him being gay.
It's the fact that he left.
It's the same as if it were another woman.
The fact is, he wanted something more
than he wanted us.
Just talk to him.
No, it's not him. it's about the Beatdown.
What?
Nothing. it's just the Beatdown.
The question is, what do you want?
Why exactly are you in this thing?
Honestly,
I think it's all the sweaty, bare-chested men.
You only asked me
how many women I've slept with.
Stupid.
Ifyou would've asked me
how many men I've slept with,
that desk would've had to have been
so much bigger.
How big?
Get ready for the Beatdown.
Get that over there, to the left.
Cleaning, all to the right.
And you, just go to the left there.
Don't forget to lock up.
Come in.
It's nice.
Yes. it's a sellout, dude.
Half of them chicks comin' out
to get 'em some Zack Gomes.
Too bad Zack's not fighting.
What? Why the fuck not, dude?
-Ask him.
-Fuck.
One other guys drops out, and now Zack?
My brackets are gonna be shot to shit, man.
Welcome to the fight promotion game, kid.
Fuck.
Case. Case, dude, I need you.
I need you.
-What could I do?
-You can fight, man.
I'll put you in the first round,
light this place up.
I don't know why
I didn't think of this before, dude.
Ten large to the winner.
Plus, I got a couple of guys from Strikeforce
coming, scouting new talent.
This could be your ticket back
to the show, killer.
I got no time for this, man.
What the fuck, dude?
You got nothin' but time. Why not fight?
Fight who?
The guys I've been training?
The guys who gave me the gym?
You need to get a soul, little man.
Sorry.
Is that your mom and dad?
Katrina?
Yeah.
Man, Katrina feels like it was yesterday.
It's been yesterday for six years.
My father was a professional boxer.
Had a few pro fights,
and never went far, but he got a chance
to spar with Floyd Patterson.
I have four brothers, and I was the only one
that followed in my father's footsteps.
I was the youngest.
Man, he was my biggest supporter,
my biggest fan.
My parents had me late in life.
I think they were just holding on
to see me make something out of myself.
That flood, man,
that wasn't supposed to happen, man.
They were supposed to be around
to watch me become...
After that damn flood, man, I was...
I just lost all faith.
And I was in a bad head space.
Probably shouldn't have been anywhere
where there was trouble.
But I go out
in aclub.
Guy starts a fight with me, I finish it.
Once the judge hears my background,
I get the maximum.
You know what my lawyer tells me?
Said if I had shot the guy,
I would've gotten off with self-defence.
Ain't that some bullshit?
Justice system is bullshit.
Well, Case, I better go
in light of this whole Zack fiasco.
But I don't know what you believe,
but I believe your parents are still watching.
I'll see ya, man.
Fuck me. Come on.
Elijah Walker.
We got a report.
And I'm gonna have to ask you to hold it
right there. You know the drill.
Why am I being arrested?
Well, you ain't exactly being arrested just yet,
but we're gettin' there.
You mind if we search your residence?
You got a warrant?
A warrant? Now why would I need a warrant?
I just asked you nicely
if we could search your residence
and you just said, "Yes,"
clear as day.
And these fine officers all heard you.
Let's go.
Put your hands on the car.
It's procedure, you know that.
You mean, just like illegal search?
Dude, believe me,
you don't want to give him an excuse.
Well, it looks like I got you now, convict.
A felon in possession of a firearm.
That's five years mandatory.
You planted that gun.
What'd you say, you piece of shit?
I ain't gotta plant no gun
to get rid of your black ass.
You done lost your manners, boy.
Hold his ass.
-Fuck!
-I said, hold his ass still!
No, no, no. He's cuffed.
Case!
Let's go, man, I got it all on tape!
Holy shit!
We gotta get you to the Feds.
Are you crazy? What if they destroy the tape?
We'd have no evidence.
Case, roughly 2,000 people
are watching that thing right now.
This is ridiculous.
This is the third frickin' office
that we've been to.
I wish we knew someone influential.
Hey. Why don't you call your girlfriend?
Maybe she can blow somebody.
Hey, cut that shit out.
You two need to put this on the shelf
until we figure out what to do here.
You guys are killin' me!
It's two hours to the Beatdown!
We've been here all frickin' day!
Nlax, calm the fuck down, all right?
Ifyou don't want to be here, just go, man.
Dude.
I'm stayin' right here, man.
Are any of you guys affiliated
with a Justin Epstein?
Yeah. He's a psycho
that used to train with us.
But Case kicked him out
for being, well, psycho.
Well, it turns out
only Justin's prints were on the weapon.
His dad reported the gun stolen last night.
Did Justin fuckin' set Case up?
You know where we can find him?
No, man.
Wait, wait. So, is Case free to go?
I'm afraid not.
Fortunately, the video speaks for itself.
As does the motive for planting the gun.
But there are other issues involving
Mr Walker's parole requirements
that he still needs to answer for.
We know where Justin will be.
Nlax, I'm back in.
His ass is mine.
Not if I get to him first.
Yes! Yes!
Go get him, Mike.
-What's up, Tim?
-How's it going, Zack?
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the motherfuckin' Beatdo wn!
My name is Max Cooperman,
I am President of the BFC.
And I wanna fuckin' know something.
Are you ready for a night
of weed smokin' and Rear Naked Chokin'?
Beer drinkin' and Guillotine sinkin'!
Face scarrin' and Armbarrin'!
Heads bashin'!
And let's not forget,
titties flashin'!
I knew that would work!
Use of cell phones and other recording
devices is severely encouraged.
Take it away, DJ Bravo!
Are you ready for the Beatdown?
So, let 'em hear it. We've got 16 fighters
to come to lay it all on the line.
So let's pump them up,
'cause they never back down.
Any of you guys Stokes?
Yeah, I'm Stokes.
You're up, bro. Get some.
This ends here. Tonight.
Ends?
This is where it begins.
UFC!
Comin' to the cage, here he comes, guys,
this is Mike Stokes!
Do it.
DJ: ...with the take-down!
They're back to their feet.
Unbelievable.
Shit! Stokes wins by
some crazy Bruce Lee flying inverted kick!
And now, gentlemen,
and especially the ladies,
the former middleweight
AAU boxing champion!
-Let's hear it for Smoke and Thunder...
-Hey.
-...Zack Gomes!
-Sign.
Ready! Set! Do it!
If you have to take a piss,
you better hold that shit!
This one's gonna end quick! Don't blink.
The boxer is on the ground.
Oh, my God,
that was some ninja shit right there!
Into a triangle.
He's going for the Gogoplata!
Oh, my God!
A Gogoplata from a former boxer.
Now I've seen everything.
Your winner, Zack Gomes!
Justin Epstein!
They're against the cage!
Epstein spins and lands a big knee,
big elbow.
Big' take-do wn.
He's working the Guard.
He's got him in the Stock.
He escapes by the skin of his teeth.
Playing footsies.
Epstein was in trouble.
Big money move! Triangle from
the Mount!
Followed by some big shots.
But it's over! Justin Epstein is the winner!
Making his way to the cage...
The white motherfuckin' King Kong,
here he comes, guys, Tim Newhouse!
Are you ready, people?
Here we go!
Do it!
He's out. He's out.
Tim Newhouse by knock the fuck out!
That's gotta be the quickest fight
in Beatdown history!
How's the family?
So I guess you heard about Case, right?
Take him out of the ghetto, but...
No, you can't take him out of the ghetto.
A Rear Naked Choke. I heard your dad
likes things from the rear. Is that true?
Okay, final eight. I need Stokes and Martinez.
Follow me.
Make some noise out there! Mike Stokes!
Ready, ready, do it.
Here we go!
Big right hand followed by a big head kick.
Martinez is hurt.
He's rocked!
It's almost... Martinez turns it around.
Side Control. North-South.
It's a seesaw battle here, guys.
Big shots to the body!
Tremendous knee to the head.
Big switch and a
takedown by Martinez!
Stokes. Comes back.
He-'s got the Knee-bar!
It's over! Stokes wins by Knee-bar!
Ladies and gentlemen, coming to the cage,
here he comes, this is Justin Epstein!
Let's do this!
Back and forth seesaw battle here
on the ground.
He's on the fence!
Another cheap shot by Epstein.
The crowd's going nuts!
He's on his back. It's almost over.
He tapped! He tapped!
Rear Naked Choke by Epstein!
A one-armed Rear Naked Choke!
-The crowd is not digging it.
-Let me check it out.
Gomes and Charles going off
Big uppercut!
Big Capoeira spinning kick.
It's over! The ref stops it.
Fuck, yeah.
Your winner.
Coming to the cage once again,
the white King Kong, Tim Newhouse!
And his opponent,
the white motherfuckin' Godzilla,
Tom Voss!
Both fighters squaring up.
Big right hand from Voss.
A swing and a miss!
Straight kick to the head.
Ground and pound.
Newhouse is in trouble!
Voss sits back for the Armbar.
It's almost over!
Newhouse escapes! He's on top!
Big suplex.
Voss is hurt!
Dirty side kick!
Bull 's eye.
All right, all right.
Back off, back off, back off.
It's over!
Newhouse, by total destruction.
Comin' up next, Gomes versus Stokes.
I guess we get to finish what we started
way back when, huh?
I guess so.
-Hey, look, man, l...
-Don't worry about it, all right?
We got something bigger to take care of.
Yeah. Justin.
Best man win?
No holdin' back.
Do me a favour. Watch the eye.
The leg.
Ready, ready, do it.
Stokes versus Gomes!
This is the semi-finals, people! Let's hear it!
I don't think his Capoeira is gonna work
on Stokes.
Big kicks miss!
Beautiful takedo wn!
Three shots to the body!
Big shot!
What's up, Tim?
You son of a bitch!
You're lucky I don't kick your ass right here
-in this bathroom.
-Those Strikeforce guys call
-your whore mother?
-What's wrong with you?
What did you just say?
Hey, man, be careful on that floor.
it's really slippery.
I almost busted my ass before.
All right, man.
Good luck on our fight, all right?
The heart of these fighters!
Big shots!
Big' elbow to the head! Stokes just takes it!
Big' body shots!
A missed Superman punch!
These guys are goin' crazy!
He's got the Anaconda in nice and deep!
This could be it!
He's squeezin'.
-All right, he tapped. it's over.
-Gomes taps!
It's over!
Mike Stokes, winner by Anaconda Choke.
Zack, can you hear me? What happened?
I don't know.
I didn't hit him above the shoulders.
You all right, kid?
How many fingers, champ?
How many fingers?
Ten, you silly fuck.
He's all right, everybody. He's up.
Let's hear it!
Big round of applause out there!
Make some noise!
For both your fighters!
We don't know where Tim Newhouse is,
but here's his opponent, Justin Epstein!
Still looking for Newhouse.
Can someone find Newhouse?
We're looking for Newhouse.
Newhouse to the ring. Or to the cage.
Immediately.
-What happened?
-Justin cracked my fucking knee.
Chill, dude. You can't even walk.
What is it, man? The leg?
-Can you continue?
-No.
That's it, I gotta call it, man. I'm sorry.
Looks like it's up to you, Mike.
Just don't let him in your head,
all right, man?
Let's hear it for our final combatants,
Justin Epstein and Mike Stokes!
What'd I miss?
Good to see you on the outside, man.
-Good to be on the outside.
-Man, you all right?
All right. Well, how about you, big man?
What happened to your leg?
It's along story.
Check it out. Justin versus Mike.
What do you think?
Good versus evil.
Let's get out there.
It's about to go down, people!
Here we go!
Epstein 's hurt. He comes back!
-Big sidekick to the stomach.
-Come on, Mike.
Epstein shakes it off
Comes back with a leg kick.
That's right. Martinez did fuck your leg up.
Stokes' left leg is hurt.
Epstein's goin' after it!
Definitely not a crowd favourite.
Epstein going after the bad leg!
...the bad leg of Stokes.
Epstein goin' for a Guillotine!
Pulling Guard!
Rolls him to the ground.
Lets go of the Guillotine.
Raining down some punches!
A big reversal, Mike Stokes!
Epstein trying to break the posture of Stokes.
Stokes postures up
and big shots! Epstein's in trouble!
Epstein going to the Rubber Guard.
Going for an Armbar.
Stokes pulls out! Drops
some bombs.
Epstein 's in trouble! Epstein 's hurt!
Both fighters back up!
Let's hear it out there, guys,
make some noise
for both fighters going off!
Big knee! Big elbow!
Big shots.
Epstein swings a double.
Nice slam!
Into Mount. Arm Triangle
submission attempt.
It's almost over!
Come on, baby!
Can Stokes hang on?
I'll fuck you up!
Next round you're mine, bitch!
-Hey.
-Hey.
Glad you could make it. Any pointers?
You could be a little less obvious.
You think?
-Anything else?
-You seem to be doing fine.
You baited him, now reel him in.
Here we go! Round two!
Big leg kick. That's gotta hurt!
All right, come on.
Come on, Mike! Fucking kill him!
Stokes swarming.
Big' body shot!
Standing Arm Triangle attempt.
-Epstein's hurt!
-That's it, keep going! Push it! Push it!
He goes down.
Big slam to
side control by Stokes.
Americana attempt by Stokes!
Not gonna work on Epstein.
Baby Arm attempt on Epstein.
He's in trouble! His arm 's extended!
Epstein powers out of it right into a triangle!
-You got him.
-Stokes sits up!
Epstein 's trapped!
-Tap, or I'll break it.
-Fuck you.
Looks like he's gonna break that shoulder!
-Stop, stop, stop.
-It's over!
The new Beatdown champion,
Mike Stokes!
Watch out, Mike!
All right, all right, all right, enough of that.
Good job, man.
An angry mind is a narrow mind.
And you sure made him angry.
-Awesome fight, dude.
-Thanks, man.
Case, I got someone
who wants to talk to you.
First, congrats, Nlike, you did it.
Tonight is yours, young man. Go celebrate.
That's yours.
-Hello?
-Hey, Case.
What's up, stud? This is
"Big" John McCarthy, how you doin'?
I'm good. What's up?
Hey, I heard some rumours.
I gotta know if it's true. Are you comin' back?
-True enough.
-Case, that's awesome.
A lot of people excited about hearing that.
I just gotta know one thing. Are you ready?
Yeah, man, maybe I am.
Maybe I am.
Hey, Dad.
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.
Dad, it's okay. I know.
I know we have a lot to talk about.
I was thinking maybe we could meet up.
You're back, Case!
Okay. I'll talk to you soon.
Bye.
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