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(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

- Hey.

(gunshots)

(dramatic music)

- Baby, what happened?

No.

(dramatic music)

(thuds)

(sirens wailing)

- Put your hands up.

- Put your hands on top of your head.

Face away from me, face away from me.

- Put your fucking hands up.

- Put your hands on top of your head.

- Put your hands up.

- They shot my dad.

- Shut up.

- Ma'am, stay back. - Why?

- Stay back.

(crying)

- Oh Damon!

(dramatic music)

♪ If it ain't rough, it ain't me, so don't hate me ♪

♪ 'Cause lately I've been talkin' ♪

♪ 'Bout how I'm motherfuckin' ready MX is ♪

♪ Demon with his own venom ♪

♪ He'll get rappers and shoving fucking microphones in 'em ♪

♪ Bitch niggas just tryna hate so they gots to get it (yeah) ♪

♪ But be down, you just get (bap, bap), ♪

♪ Fuckin' shots are with it (come on) ♪

♪ I beat the shit out of money 'cause yo, that's all I knew ♪

♪ Look at me go against the grain 'cause that's all I do ♪

♪ I say no more except that ass'll be beat ♪

♪ Bet y'all niggas feel the pressure ♪

♪ Passing me on the street ♪

♪ Got that bugged out, smoked out and drugged out flow ♪

♪ But yo, empty every slug out yo' ass hit the floor, and yo ♪

♪ I can go like I'm gone, word is bond ♪

♪ When I pull up, damn it's on ♪

♪ Niggas only know half the script ♪

♪ I'm in the strip with the twice ♪

♪ But the chimps got grip and I ♪

♪ I make moves to get me where I'm goin' ♪

♪ To get me where I'm goin' ♪

♪ I make moves to get me where I'm goin' ♪

- What? No help?

- He angry.

- I remember what the fuck you did.

You're not gonna talk to me.

Oh, that's right, he's got his little parole bit, don't you?

Man, that would suck if you got trouble today, wouldn't it?

Don't think you getting here clean, bitch.

(prisoners talking in the background)

These fucking fake ass muscles.

Daddy ain't here to save you anymore, is he?

(chattering in the background)

At least when I spit in his mom's face,

his mom actually had...

- What?

What's up?

I’ll fuck you up!

(upbeat music)

- Ah, look who we have here.

I didn't think you was gonna make it.

- Respect your elders and shut up.

- Looked like you didn't had a long night.

You was out drinking again last night.

- Jab, cross, hands up.

Jab, jab.

Hands up.

You wanna be the champ or you wanna get knocked out

by Brock Belladon.

- Fuck Brock Belladon, this is Tre money.

- Well, Mr. Fuck Brock Belladon.

He keeps his hands up.

He is master in that Shaolin too.

- Fuck Shaolin, I'm the real temple.

- Yeah, well you better respect that style.

Right now, he's somewhere training.

He training to beat the dirt off your ass.

You're going to allow that.

Ah, he listens, ah, and the crowd goes wild.

Now we going to get into some ground game.

- For what, I could take it from the head up.

- You probably could, but you shouldn't.

Ground game.

- Right, I've been working my jits anyways.

Run it.

- Jujitsu in order to teach you that you decide the game.

That's what you should be telling yourself.

You decide the game.

- All right, I decide the game.

- Yeah.

- I do, all right.

- Round and pass.

- I decide the game.

- If you decide the game, then tell me how the hell

did that just happened.

- So, that was some good work today.

- Yeah, we got it in today.

- Catch you tomorrow.

- Yeah, same back time.

Yeah, same back time.

- Yeah.

(dramatic music)

(knocks on door) Val.

- Jason, what are you doing here?

- I call your phone, I call our daughter phone.

Y'all ain't answering like y'all good.

- That doesn't mean you can just show up.

- Is she here? - She doesn't wanna see you.

- Hey Stacy, it's your father.

Come downstairs, I wanna talk to you for a minute, please.

- What do you want, dad?

- I just wanted to see you and talk to you.

I ain't see you in life forever.

- I don't have anything to say to you.

- I just, it was...

(dramatic music)

- You killed me!

I was trying to tap.

- Shut up, shut up.

♪ Gang stuff nigga ♪

♪ Just I was listening ♪

♪ 'Cause I get a patch ♪

♪ You got this glock lets get this pumping nigga.. ♪

♪ Don't get poked with the pole ♪

♪ "Cause I'm a marksman winner ♪

♪ Walk right up and hit the target ♪

(upbeat music)

- What's it gonna be champ?

- I guess I'm going all in.

- What you got?

- Look like I got a full house.

- Nice hand.

- Thank you boss, man.

- Four of a kind.

Aces wins.

- Now you owe me 100K.

- I know, I'll get the money.

- We're passed that homie.

This game was your last chance.

- I'll go to Mexico, whatever you need.

I'm yours now.

- I'm not interested you being my mule again.

- What the hell you want from me?

- What happened to you, man?

You used to be solid, champion.

Now you drinking, smoking, gambling here.

That last fight mess you up that much, huh?

- I don't wanna talk about that.

- Well, I've been giving this moment some thought.

How are you feeling these days?

- Why are you asking?

- Time for a comeback fight, champ.

- Man, I can't fight no more, you know that.

- Your ass owe me 100 bands, bitch.

Rules changed when one man owes another man large money.

What about your little protege, Tre Jordan.

Heard he's doing great.

You got a big fight coming up against Brock Belladon.

- The fuck you getting at?

- Word on the street is Tre gonna beat Brock's ass.

- But for me, I like the underdog.

I wanna put my money on Brock.

I don't like to lose.

- Look look, Tre ain't got nothing to do with this, Kane.

This is my bad, it's on me.

If you make this shit happen or I'm gonna pull

this fucking trigger and blow your mind out your skull.

- Really though?

- Let me be clear, Tre goes down no later than round two

or you go down for good.

- It's like that, Kane.

- Yeah, really.

No more mister nice guy.

Now get the fuck outta my establishment.

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

- Brandon Stone, you've served 10 years

of a 25 year sentence for manslaughter.

Your last four years, you have been a cooperative

and upstanding inmate.

- Yes, ma'am.

I feel sorry for what I've done.

I've learned my lesson and I feel 100% rehabilitated

from the time that I've spent here.

- That's good.

Why don't you tell me about the incident

a couple of days ago in the courtyard with a Bronson Mylan.

- He provoked me.

He knew that I had my parole hearing today.

He knew and he purposely started a fight with me

to undermine me.

- But the footage shows that you threw the first punch.

- He spit on my face.

- Part of being rehabilitated is knowing when not to fight

when to walk away.

- I know this, but he spit in my face.

Spit.

- I'm sorry.

It's for this reason that your parole

is not granted at this point.

- But I've been good for years.

- Sir, your hearing is over.

- Ma'am, please. - The hearing is over.

- I've been good for years.

- [Woman] Your hearing is over, sir.

- Please. - Come on years.

- Years, years.

(upbeat music)

- Look who's on time today.

- Hey Tre, we gotta Tre talk real quick, homie.

- Hey you good? What's up?

- How do we keep it 100 what's happening, right?

- Hey Jason, we doing that prison thing or what today?

- Oh shit, that's the day.

- Yeah man.

- Let me get my shit, I'll be right there.

- All right.

Tre, you want to come?

We're gonna off a bunch of murderers.

- Nah, I'm good, I got a real fight for train for.

- All right.

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

- You got it buddy.

- Yeah, we're swinging back, we got to kick it, Tre.

- All right, everything cool then hit me.

- All right I’ll hit you.

♪ Lets get this shit popping man ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Rats to supply ♪

- Remember man, this our way of giving back and doing good.

But for these gangsters, this stay shot.

So you better watch your back.

- Bunch of untrained punk ass street fighting crooks.

I don't know why we do this.

- Look, man, my father was wrongly convicted

30 years before he died on the inside.

So I know some of these fool are innocent

that got fucked by the system.

Either way, this our way up and out.

- It be nice if we got paid though.

- That part.

- Good to have you here, man.

So you know we got inmates.

So take it easy, we don't want anybody getting all riled up.

All right guys, come on.

We're gonna get started.

Need join here.

This program is a privilege.

And Mr. Dyson here, former champion is a guest

and we treat our guests with respect.

This program was designed for exercise and fun.

But remember this privilege can be taken away.

- Like the warden said, we gonna have some fun today.

We gonna be moving, we gonna be sparring,

but my guys are pros.

So if y'all want to go hard,

they're gonna match your intensity.

Just remember this is not a fight.

There will be no knockouts, no heavy hitting.

There's gonna be all smooth by the book.

Everything that's thrown above the belt.

Anybody disrespect, you get one warning.

The next offense you're done.

That goes for both sides.

We good?

- We good.

- Where's my first gladiator?

(applause)

- Yeah, somebody gonna see black, baby.

- You should be worried.

Ain't that word, Bronston.

(upbeat music)

- Get down, then shoot him.

- Easy easy.

I’m trying, I’m matching his energy.

- Relax.

- Just matching his energy,

you see the way he's coming at me.

- You're outta control, you outta control.

- I’m out of control?

(dramatic music)

- Oh, fucker shanked me.

- Well, that went about as expected.

- Yeah.

And you supposed to be a professional

that know how to control yourself, Hill.

- Fuck, sorry.

Rage took over me, won't happen again.

It won't because this program is over.

- What?

- It was a terrible idea to begin with.

- Wait, wait, who was that inmate that saved my ass?

- That's Damon Stone, he's a hothead.

- A hot head that know how to fight.

(upbeat music)

- So you wanted to talk to me?

- I'm in some deep trouble, bro.

- Like what, you showed up at Jack's house drunk again?

- Nah, nothing like that.

It ain't got nothing to do with her.

It's a card game.

- Come on, Jay, how much.

- Everything, my entire life savings, every dime.

- What do you mean everything?

So what's up with the gym?

- They don't want the gym, they want you Tre.

They want you to throw a fight.

It must be some big, tight better son.

You gotta go down in the second round.

- You want me to throw the fight?

- It's your moment right here.

I don't care what happened to me.

- How would you even put me in this situation?

Yet you gonna bring it up?

- I ain't wanna say nothing, man.

This...

- You already did.

Please don't tell me it was Kane.

Of all the fucking scumbags in the city,

this the one person you gonna go play with.

Are you gonna put me in a situation like this?

I can't fucking believe this.

Jay, what the fuck?

I'm out bro.

(suspenseful music)

- Ladies.

What the fuck you want?

- I just came here to ask.

I came here to be you to let me do something else.

Anything else.

I could put that work in.

All right, I need you to kill somebody.

I'm just fucking with you, man.

(dramatic music)

Do I have your attention now?

Do you think I'm a pussy?

- No.

- Am I somebody you can just fuck over?

- No, no.

Look Jason,

as much as I would hate to hurt her,

I would hate even more to miss out on a good opportunity

to increase my revenue streams.

- Don't touch her, don't do that.

- I just don't think you tried hard enough to convince me.

I could you again.

Axel, you're up.

- Open your mouth.

- What?

- I said open your fucking mouth.

- My mom told me to be a dentist.

I still practice as a kid.

I pull my own teeth out.

You have a good smile, but I see some cavities.

Let me pull those out.

- No, no, no.

(screams)

- That's one.

It's crap, I hate it.

Shut the fuck.

- I assume you don't have dental insurance.

So I won't charge you this time.

I don't blame the guy.

If I was him, I wouldn't do shit

for a loser like you neither.

I should just take you outta your misery myself.

- Okay, I'm gonna try, I'm gonna try.

I'm gonna make it happen if I don't--

- I'll give you one more chance because I'm nice.

But remember my kindness, Jason.

Get him the fuck outta here.

- You can't take out a loan or something.

Like, come on Jay.

- Do I look like got credit.

My shit is all fucked up.

- You really think Kane is going to smoke you.

- Hell, the nigga pulled out all my teeth.

What the fuck you think is going down ?

- I don't know.

Man, I can't believe this shit.

- I know.

(upbeat music)

- Use your elbow.

(crowd cheering)

- I'm on my fucking head man.

- Breathe Tre, just breathe.

- Do you want me to do this or not, Jay?

- It's up to you.

- For fuck's sake, man.

Are you my trainer or my friend, Jay?

- As your trainer, I gotta tell you I want you to win.

As your friend, I gotta tell you I ride with you

whatever decision you make.

- Fuck man.

- Go ahead, give him some water.

Just be careful with his foot locks, okay?

- Sorry, Jay.

(bell dings)

- Fight.

(crowd cheering)

- I gotta go.

- Fuck.

- Exactly.

Ay Tre, you know who the ride that is?

- Nah, you forget the locked up?

- Nah, I ain't forget.

- Burn this fucking shit.

It smells good.

- What, come on.

- What the hell are you guys doing?

- This is the message.

- Man, that sound like some pussy shit if you ask me bro.

- I don't think my boss would like your tone.

- Fuck you and your boss.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy. (gunshot)

- Now you got the message.

Nobody talk shit about my boss.

- What? What do you want?

What?

- You cost my boss money.

I'm not happy.

This is a souvenir.

- I'll come hunt you down like the dogs you are.

You coming...

- What are go doing tough boy?

Today is your lucky day.

See you soon motherfucker.

(sirens wailing)

(somber music)

- I keep telling y'all I don't know what happened.

- I got this fellas.

Jason Dyson, I'm detective Kayes.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

- Sure.

- Why were you in such a rush to get back here

after the fight?

- I thought I forgot to lock the door.

- Do you have any enemies you can think of

or anybody who wanna do this to you?

- Nah.

- You know, I've been working in the streets for 15 years.

Don't bullshit me.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You don't.

You've heard of a name Kane, huh?

- No.

- Well, we believe he might have been involved with this.

- I don't know no Kane.

- No.

You're telling me when you got arrested three years ago

for drunk driving and you got bailed out

by an employee of Kane.

You're telling me you never heard of that name?

- Do I need a lawyer?

- Of course you do.

Look, I'm just trying to help you.

That's all.

- I don't need your help.

Now if you don't mind excusing me.

- Look, if you remember anything, anything at, all right?

Get in touch with me.

- Yeah.

Baby girl.

- Dad.

- Girl.

- Shut the up.

- You okay.

Baby.

- Yo, walk away from the cops.

(dramatic music)

Man, you cost me a lot of fucking dinero.

- Please let her go.

- We got some business to discuss first.

- I swear I can make it up to you, just let her go.

- Do you know why I took your little girl?

- Why?

- 'Cause you proved to me that you don't take me seriously.

I told you to throw the fight, but you didn't.

You thought I was joking.

Do you still think that?

- What do you want, man?

- Man, you just embarrassed me and cost me money.

- I tried.

- You didn't try hard enough.

You could have convinced Tre to go down, but you didn't.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry don't fix shit.

Now, I have a way that we can settle this matter.

♪ Street certified, we're respected ♪

♪ I'm a Brooklyn nigga ♪

♪ Work from the plug and I kept it like a Brooklyn nigga ♪

Jason, my dog, what's up?

- Where is she?

- Whiskey?

- No, I'm good.

- Where is she?

- Tequila, vodka, anything?

Can't trust a man that let's another man drink alone.

Strike two.

- Look, what do I gotta do to walk out of here

with my daughter?

- Big promotion, comeback fight.

Jason Dyson's return to glory.

Think about how great that would be.

- I'm through, I can't fight.

I ain't fought in over a decade.

- Why? 'Cause of what happened in your last fight?

You won.

- Every night nightmares.

- One guy dies and you quit.

You was on top.

You and I are so different, man.

I bet you can take Axel here though.

- I don't think so, boss.

- I ain't trying to do none of that.

I don't fight, I ain't fighting man.

Axel, sic 'em.

Hey, I wanna see some action.

Time to show what you got brother.

- I ain't fighting you.

- You don't have a choice.

I'll beat you the same I beat your daughter.

- Do what nigga?

(upbeat music)

- Fuck him up!

- Get up.

- Get up.

Come on.

Oh, that gotta hurt.

- Get up.

(crowd spectating)

(gunshot)

- That's enough.

Get his ass over there.

Hey, that was entertaining.

You did better than I thought.

Jason, man, let's do this.

All is forgiven.

- You know I'm washed up.

I told you I don't fighting no more.

It's been more than 10 years.

My last fight was my last fight.

- Man, I'm being serious.

I can't believe after all this shit

you still think I'm a joke.

Man fuck you.

- No, no.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I got a fighter, I got a great fighter.

Look he even better than me.

I tell you, I swear the guy, we set up the fight.

He fight, he win.

You let me go, you let my daughter go.

That's the deal, right?

- Who is he?

- That's the funny thing.

See he an inmate.

When riots popped off, he saved my ass up in there.

He a little rough around the edges, he a beast.

That's your guy.

- Yeah, I heard all about your little prison program.

I know Damon Stone.

Dude is a punk.

- How do you know everything?

- I'm the lord of the streets.

Now, I can get a mouth for a fight

if that's what you thinking.

- How.

- I can do anything out here.

I know the owner of the prison.

As a matter of fact, that motherfucker owed me a favor.

Since it's not you fighting.

In order for this crazy proposal to work,

he's gonna have to fight five fights.

- Five.

- In a row.

- Come on, five fights in a row.

That's suicide.

- It's gonna have to be underground, invite only.

It's our only hope.

- Do you hear yourself?

That's ridiculous, it's impossible.

Five in a row.

- If he wins you and your daughter go free.

Hell, I'll even forget your debt.

- Nobody sane in they right mind is gonna fight

five fights in a row.

Nobody, it's a death sentence.

- How about this, if he wins, he can go free too.

Now you got a motivated fighter.

- What if he loses?

- You don't even wanna know.

- She must be so scared.

I need you to tell me the truth.

What happened, Jason?

- I owe a debt.

- Oh my God.

I feel sick.

I hate you more than I ever did.

I've gotta call the cops.

- No, no, no, no, no, you can't.

They will kill her, no.

Look, he gonna win.

And Stacey coming home.

Trust me, trust me.

- And what if he doesn't agree to fight?

What if he doesn't wanna do it, huh?

What if he doesn't wanna do it?

- I got this, I got this.

(upbeat music)

- What do you want?

- I need you to fight.

- I don't know if you can notice, man, but I'm incarcerated.

- I could get you out.

- Don't fuck with me, man.

What's the catch?

- You gotta beat five guys in a row.

- You're kidding me, right?

- I got myself in some real deep shit

and only way I can get out if you're not only fight,

but beat five guys in a row.

- That's suicide, man.

- You serving a 25 year sentence and this is your shot out.

Plus I will train you.

- I remember you, Jason Dyson.

Right before I got sent here, you fought Wu Kim.

When I was a kid, I read about it in the paper

and you killed him.

- That was the past.

- Is Kane behind all this?

- You know Kane?

- Everybody knows Kane, he's the lord of the streets.

Kane said that if I fight and win

that he would get me outta here.

- That he did.

- So it's real.

- Real as these cages.

- Look man, I've been here 10 years.

Prison ain't hell, it's worse.

Okay, I'll do it.

- Deal.

- Deal.

♪ They don't beat outside ♪

♪ Outside, Outside. ♪

♪ They don't be outside ♪

Oh, alright.

- I'll be right there.

♪ She might look good but she ugly on the inside ♪

♪ Keep the money yo, I can't just be no broke guy ♪

♪ I used to be down, that's why I get so high ♪

(car engine revving)

- Good to see you on the outside, convict.

- Thank God for corruption.

- Yeah, you ain't lying.

Let me show you my house outside of my home.

Come on.

This is it partner.

- It's pretty nice.

- Thanks.

- Yo, so am I a fugitive now?

Like are the cops gonna come looking for me or some shit?

- I don't know nothing about that.

What I do know, I gotta train you

and you gotta win.

- But what happens if I lose?

- Don't ask questions that you don't wanna know

the answer to.

Let me show you where we gonna start.

From one cage to another one.

I played most of the whole gym out

so it's no distraction this way you going to train.

- You know I'm a formerly train fighter, right?

- It don't matter, you just going go around here

and dance a little bit with Hiller.

He gonna show you how to do it.

- Oh, there he is, the jail bird.

- Jail bird.

- Heard you a real savage man.

- Man.

- That's Hiller the killer.

Don't let his size fool you.

He a little ninja.

Maybe your stuff you need to change, room in the back.

Take it light on this guy over here.

I don't want you to hurt him.

- The guy is like 100 pounds heavier than me.

I don't think that's gonna be a problem.

- Yeah, well you a fighter, he's a brawler.

There's a difference.

- I'm not wearing that shit, can't see.

- What are you, a mummy?

- What do you mean?

- Wrap it.

- Well, I don't want it.

Fuck it.

- Give the gloves man.

- All right, well.

- That's all I need.

- Here you go.

This guys hard headed.

He going listen, you fresh out the pen.

Stick and move, show him a little work.

Show him his techniques.

- You know I do my best man, but he seems like a hot head

and I know he can take a hit.

- Yeah, you a hot head, cool it down.

- All right.

Hey, you owe me a beer after this, right?

- Six pack.

Touch gloves.

- What do you mean touch gloves?

- It's call respect.

- Do you wanna explain sparing to him

before we start this?

- Yes, this is practice, this is light.

This is not a real fight.

So handle some techniques, but don't go too far.

- All right, all right.

So we're just looking to see what your technique is, man.

Just wanna see what you got, right?

- Yeah.

- Throwing man.

- Hands up.

- Fucking kicking and shit.

- Yes, this is what MMA, this is what that type fight is.

- I don't play fight, man.

- All right, well you playing around now

'cause he hitting you.

- I'll take the legs out, all right?

Cheers.

- Yeah.

- You gotta throw him back man.

- No defense.

- Come on, you gotta throw something.

- You gotta hit me man, come on.

Come on.

Hit me.

- What the fuck?

Are you serious?

- He said to hit him.

- Not like that.

- I told you guys, man, I only got one speed.

- What the fuck happened?

- You got knocked the fuck out.

- With head gear?

- Yeah.

Damon.

- The fuck do you want man?

- Yeah, yeah, he going be all right, don't even worry.

- The fuck so funny to you?

- 'Cause he gonna have a headache, but he going to be fine.

He good.

- This is fucked up, man.

Fucked up.

- Yo, that right was legit.

A little bit wild and everything else.

But no, we can't tighten out.

Now your condition, that's shitty.

You outta shape like a fat boy.

That's what we gotta focus on.

(upbeat music)

What are you doing, playing bongo's extension.

Extension, yes.

Pick 'em up.

All right, try jumping, try jumping.

That rope maybe too big for you.

Ever jumped one before?

- Man, shut up.

- Oh, okay, okay, okay.

- Three hard ones.

- Back up.

- Very impressive.

- Try one more time at least. - Go for it.

- Coordination.

- I can't run anymore.

- What are you talking about, that's one mile.

- My lungs are shot, man.

- Your feet work, don't they?

- One down. - Yo, this is too much.

- Come on now.

You're never gonna fight and win

if you don't have your lungs,

if you don't have your cardiovascular.

What, you just running flat foot right now.

Get on your toes.

Come on, you're bitching over one mile.

(suspenseful music)

- It's no escape, sweetie.

You're so cute.

- Don't touch me.

- Bitch.

- Come on, five more minutes.

- Five more minutes, man.

Come on.

- Dig, dig.

- Yeah.

- Come on, Damon.

- Don't stop now.

These fucking muscle head street fighters

always fucking gassing out.

- Man fuck both of you guys, man.

I'm fucking outta here.

- Where are you going? We got a deal.

- Listen man, I don't owe you shit, man.

- They got my daughter and the only way I could get her back

is if you fight and win.

- That's not my problem.

- It is your fucking problem.

- Man, shut up.

Fuck both of you guys, I'm out.

- Hey man, fuck you.

(dramatic music)

(Damon groans)

- All right, man.

Fuck, stop, stop.

- He tapped.

- You almost broke my fucking arm, man.

- You almost broke my face.

- Classic arm-bar.

In MMA, they call it ground game.

- Jitsu, baby.

- Listen, man, if I stay,

you gotta teach me that shit, yeah.

- Could teach you that in a whole lot more just like it,

but you can't quit.

- All right then, let's do it then.

I'll stay man.

- Get in the cage.

And one more thing, don't hit him no more Damon.

- Yeah, I'm trying to stay pretty.

- Man, tell him to shut up man.

- Y'all both get in and stop bitching.

- Hey, came to check on you.

- Detective.

- What you up to?

I never heard from you.

- Yeah, I've been busy.

- I heard you've been spending a lot of time with Kane.

- Excuse me.

- Yeah, Kane.

- I don't know what you talking about.

- What are you guys up to?

- I train, he fights.

This is a gym.

- You know you can talk to me, you know that.

- I ain't got nothing to talk to you about.

You keep running up on me like that.

- You tell me what's going on, all right.

- If I'm not under arrest,

I'm not answering anymore of your questions.

You understand that detective?

- You're in trouble, aren't you?

- Yeah, every time I see police, I'm in trouble.

- You're in trouble.

- Good?

- Yeah man.

These cops don't never do they job,

always harassing the people that need them.

- Sounds about right.

(upbeat music)

- Detective.

- Hey.

- Good to see you.

- You too.

Well, if you're throwing money around, I'll take it.

- Just showing some love.

- You really wanna see this fight.

- Yeah I do.

It's nothing more fun, watching two grown men

trying to kill each other with their bare hands.

It's a primal.

We're gonna be a problem?

- No, that's not gonna be a problem.

- It's good.

(upbeat music)

- You could crash here in Stacy room.

Slow down fool.

That food ain't going nowhere.

- No more drinking.

- I'll drink of that.

- You don't know how good you had it, man.

A wife, a daughter, a championship belt.

Now look at you, fucking it all up.

Pathetic.

- You don't know me.

- So what?

- It was all my fault, man.

The ref pulled me away, he was tapping out.

I didn't stop.

- Listen, that's in the past.

And now we're here.

You're the one that told me that.

- I just want my daughter back to be out of this shit.

That's it.

- Well, your daughter's gonna come back

'cause I'm gonna win these fights.

Bet my life on it.

- Hope you run them fists as much as you run your mouth.

(dramatic music)

- I tried to tap.

You killed me!

♪ Now back to the peak, take it to the hood ♪

♪ Take it to the street ♪

♪ Concrete jungle New York ♪

♪ Real motherfuckers don't talk ♪

♪ Walk one way and that's straight up ♪

♪ Damn looking smooth like this up ♪

♪ Show your roll baby ♪

♪ We get it in, it's tow to stop ♪

♪ One more shot, one more chance ♪

♪ One more shot, one more chance ♪

♪ One more shot, one more chance ♪

♪ This time I'ma make it dance ♪

♪ Don't stop dancing ♪

♪ Don't stop dancing ♪

♪ Don't stop dancing ♪

♪ Now get it ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Now get it ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Now get it ♪

♪ Dance, dance ♪

- It's about saving you in any situation.

You need to finish.

- Use it for distance when you take a breath.

♪ Now get now get now ♪

♪ Dance, now get it ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Probably all the jet ♪

♪ Pick four for what ♪

♪ I got the rot of weed on my neck ♪

♪ Ask not I am rich ♪

♪ Black boxer my fist ♪

- Everybody you is fighting is rolling.

We're training you to be a fighter.

Yeah, that's right.

♪ J O wrangle running this rap shit ♪

♪ Forward cow ♪

- Like a champ, like a champ.

That's a new man.

- You're losing 120 pounds now.

Look at this guy.

- Light foot.

How you feel?

- Nervous.

- Good, nervous is a weapon.

Make sure you use it.

Harder, arm shots.

Put your legs behind them.

What is this, foreplay.

I like girls too, come on ladies.

- Damon Stone, pleasure to meet you.

I'm so excited for tonight.

- Oh, I'm sorry, tonight?

Okay.

Hi, welcome to our fucking gym.

I'm sorry, did you say something about tonight?

You talking about a fight tonight? - Chill

- Yeah, tonight.

- There's not gonna be a fight tonight.

You at least gotta give us a couple days warning.

We've been working this kid to death

and needs to rest.

Who the are these guys?

You still got walking in.

We're not doing a fight tonight.

- Calm down, calm down.

- Who the fuck are these motherfuckers?

(gunshot)

- Shut the fuck up.

- What the...

- You two, come with us.

- Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

- Nice to officially meet you, Damon.

- You're Kane?

- Are you as good as he says you are?

- Depends on how good he says I am, man.

- Look, it's a lot of money right now tonight.

The thing about money is I don't like to lose it.

- Just get in the car.

- Security measures if you don't mind.

Your phone too.

(hip hop music) (car engine revving)

- Y'all can take those off now.

Welcome to the show.

Now go and get ready.

- Where's my daughter?

- Don't trip, she's safe.

- Kane, I can't get proof of life?

- Fight first.

My word is bond.

Get 'em out there.

- Let's go.

- Hey, where are the gloves?

(upbeat music)

Whoa, hold on, hold on.

Is this bare knuckle?

- Yeah, sure the fuck is.

Bare knuckle?

- Fucking stupid ass shorts, man.

- Look at you.

Looking real tough, like a badass.

You know our custom design them shorts myself.

- You ain't say nothing about this being bare knuckle.

- Why would you think otherwise?

Look motherfuckers, this is no holds barred.

No rules, no weight classes.

Real fighting, just like it's done on the streets.

No refs either, huh?

- Ain't no refs on the streets.

Let's go, time to get about, about it.

♪ If you don't know what you doing, stop playing with it ♪

♪ You ain't fucked in the streets ♪

♪ Stop saying that you hit it ♪

♪ If I say I did it, shit got done ♪

♪ Motherfucker got killed they would kick ♪

♪ Fucking with a real nigga ♪

(crowd cheering)

- You know what I'm thinking, right?

Break 'em off son.

(upbeat music)

- Welcome to fight night.

Hailing straight from prison, meet the inmate, Damon Stone.

And his opponent, hailing from Fresno, California.

Two time bare knuckle boxing champion,

Randy "Man down" Odex.

Now you know the rules boys.

There are no rules.

Betting is now open and hay, don't be cheap.

Then let's fucking go.

(upbeat music)

- Watch it.

(crowd cheering)

Watch it D, watch that.

Watch that, get outta that.

That's a done, he done.

- Yo Damon, finish him.

- He done.

- Man, dude's still moving.

Clearly the fight is not over.

- The fight's finished, man.

He's still down.

- Yo, finish him.

- Fuck it, finish him.

- Yo, yo not so fast homie.

- You gotta be kidding me, man.

A fucking break?

- He can't catch this breath?

- You got much time to take to drag his ass out.

- How you feel?

- I'm fucking rocked, man.

My fucking hands are hurting.

I didn't know this was bare knuckle, Jay.

- I swear, I ain't know it was bare knuckle, no rules,

no wresting, no weight class.

Kane is a savage.

- Yeah, you fucking think.

You gotta get outta here man.

- And go where?

They got straps all over here.

Look at me, our only option is to fight and win.

- Next up in the cage.

We've got fifth degree shaolin kempo black belt.

Give it up for Brad The Master Lemley.

- Show Apollo.

- Dumb asshole.

Come on D, let's go.

- [Man] Let's go D.

(upbeat music)

- Watch your feet.

Come on, you gotta watch that.

Cover D, cover!

Watch them legs.

D, oh no.

What are you doing?

Get out of there.

Arm-bar!

(crowd cheering)

- That's a win.

- Yo finish him.

- That's a win Kane.

- I said finish him.

- His fucking arm is broken, man.

The fuck you mean finish him?

- Fuck it, finish him.

- Fuck that man.

His fucking arm is broken.

(gunshot)

Now he's done.

Next.

- Hey Jay, what the fuck man?

- You're an animal.

You did what you had to do.

(upbeat music)

Yo, we won enough.

- Fight or die, you choose.

Come on D.

- Yo, how the I supposed to be in man?

He's big as fuck.

- Big but he's soft.

(dramatic music)

- Here we go, next up.

He's 6'5" he's from Paris, France.

He's the French Titan La Blanc,

Let's fucking go.

- Watch it, watch it D.

Come on, guard.

Yeah!

- What do you want, this?

Who else Kane?

Who else?

- Watch your back.

Get up.

Come on, Damon, get up.

Here he come.

- Yo, Jason, that shit ain't in the rules.

- No rules is your rules nigga.

Yeah D, hell yeah.

Again.

(suspenseful music)

- Man, that was fucking sick.

Yo, this kid is a mad man.

They fucking love you.

- I can't fight no more, man.

I can't see.

- He can't fight no more.

He damn near blind.

You gotta reschedule.

Look at his face.

- This ain't no fucking dentist appointment.

You can't just reschedule.

Look at 'em, they wanna see action.

They're betting like crazy, you gonna deny them.

- A bunch of rich twisted fucks.

Yeah, I'm gonna deny 'em.

- These are my paying customers and you know what they say?

The customers are always right.

And besides murderer, I got your bitch ass outta prison

and I offer you freedom.

Either you fight or you die.

- Go ahead with that.

- You either die in there or you die right here.

I ain't got no motherfucking pride

of killing your bitch ass right now.

But besides man, come on.

You three and O, you're winning,

you're killing it literally.

- Put them guns away, man.

Go ahead with that bullshit.

We got it, man.

- Man, get him right.

- My hands gotta be broken.

I can't punch no more, dog.

I didn't know this was bare knuckle.

I think my hands are broken.

- Come on, it's the only way.

Only way outta here.

Get past is the last one.

It's going be easy.

Focus.

Get us outta here.

Damon, there's no rules.

Kick him in the balls, gouge his eyes out.

Do whatever you fucking gotta do.

Come on.

(upbeat music)

Get in that zone.

(crowd cheering)

- We have the BFX bare knuckle fighting champion.

Give it up for Chris The Lion Martinez.

Let's go.

(upbeat music) (crowd cheering)

- You gonna watch that, D.

Damon, get up, get outta there.

His eyes.

Yeah.

That's it, that's a win.

- Finish him.

- He's finished.

Finish him.

Finish him or I finish you.

Come on, don't be a bitch.

Give 'em what they want.

If you don't finish him, then technically you forfeited

and you lose.

You both lose.

- He blind.

- Then do the right thing and put him out of his misery.

You or him.

You got three seconds to decide.

Two, one.

(suspenseful music)

- His blood is on your hands.

- I know.

- That wasn't so hard now, was it?

You only got one more fight.

- I'm zonked man.

- What the fuck does zonk even mean?

- It means he's done.

He's finished, he need to catch his breath.

Look at his face, look at him.

- What's wrong with him? He looks fine at me.

- He exhausted.

10 minutes, let him catch his breath.

Come on.

- I got his punk ass outta prison, he should be grateful.

- You outta your fucking mind.

- Watch your fucking tone.

I got your daughter back there.

You want me to cut her head off right now?

That's what I thought, bitch.

All right, I'll give you five minutes.

- Thank you. - Because I'm nice.

- Look, you had no choice.

- You see what he's done?

- What?

- He's turning us into monsters.

- 'Cause he has us by the balls.

- We gotta stop this, man.

- We will soon.

It's almost over.

- We gotta call cops.

- Can't call no cops, they got my daughter dogs.

- Let's be real, man.

She's probably dead already.

- Man fuck you, talking about my little girl.

They got us phones, remember?

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Now look at my face, man.

- We'll pat you up at the post party, homie.

We just need one more.

One more D.

- I can't fight anymore, man.

- We ain't got no choice.

- I'll die in there, man.

- Look, I know.

Look, you are in the world of hurt.

I need you to finish, please.

- I'll lose man.

I know I'll lose.

- Well, if you think you gonna lose,

then you gonna lose, yo.

You gotta reprogram yourself, think win.

That's the secret.

- That's the secret huh? - That's the secret,

think win.

You gotta win.

- Get up dog, it's time to go.

I got him, hold on.

Here we come.

Come on D, one more.

- Time for crying is over.

- Man, shut up.

- Let's go, hot shit.

- One more.

- We coming.

I got him, I got him.

- Get him before we get him.

(upbeat music)

- Where's the fighter?

(crowd cheering)

- Oh shit, nice chain.

And you?

- Yeah, motherfucker, we fought before.

Now, my guy's gonna fuck your guy up.

- Yeah, we gonna see about that.

- Yeah, we're gonna say about that.

- Come on, come on, come on, save that shit.

Let's go.

- Fuck outta here.

I wanna give this a better than a shot of redemption

and a chance to make a lot of money.

For what?

- I'm a generous man, what can I say?

- Whatever man.

Hey, let me keep 100 with you.

I could train him in the fight Brock,

but it's gonna take a few days.

You know how Brock get down.

He get up in there right now, he done.

- He just fucked up four dudes.

You don't got no faith in him?

- And Brock better than all the motherfuckers put together.

You know that.

Why you think he's here, Jason?

- I could fight him, let me fight.

- Yo, if he go up there against him right now,

he gonna die.

- Well, you know what they say?

If he dies, he dies.

- Don't play around, finish this fight.

Fuck him up.

- Are we ready for one more?

Introducing Damon Stone's final opponent for the evening.

The former light heavyweight champion of the world.

Brock the bully, Belladon.

(crowd cheering)

- Let's go D.

Watch it D, watch that.

(suspenseful music)

Let's go D.

Come on.

Watch your hands.

(dramatic music)

He's dead.

You killed him.

- Whoa, break this shit up, break this shit up.

- I got some for you, I got some for you.

- It looks like we got some unfinished business here.

- Business, we ain't got no business.

- What? You cost me money.

You lost a bet, man.

You ain't bet on Damon.

- Ain't none of your fucking business who I be on.

We made a deal.

The deal was your fighter win five fights

and you didn't uphold your end of the bargain.

Let's go take a walk and figure out

how we can fix this shit.

Don't touch me.

Make sure you kill that motherfucker.

- Dad.

- Stacy, baby girl.

- I got a crowd, I got a fighter.

All I need now is another fighter.

- Oh, you want me to fight, huh?

Well, I want that fade.

- Really, what about your people?

I'll fight Brock right now and I'll bust that ass.

I win, you gotta let her go.

You know Jason, you keep making and breaking promises.

If I lose, you could kill me.

You just gotta let her go.

Is that the deal or not.

I chip his ass up.

I win...

we go free.

That's the deal, right?

Okay, deal.

Get that little bitch outta here.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, where they taking her?

I'm gonna handle mine, you're going home.

Fuck with her any type way.

- She'll be fine.

See you out there.

(upbeat music)

♪ No flip, no flop ♪

♪ Come on, can't quit ♪

♪ Won't stop ♪

♪ I keep on going ♪

♪ One more time, come on ♪

♪ No flip, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ No flop, can't quit ♪

♪ Won't stop, I keep on going ♪

♪ Turn me up in the head bone ♪

♪ I keep on going ♪

♪ Back like a nebula ♪

♪ Got that ass up on my chest ♪

♪ Gotta a mind full of them lyrics ♪

♪ Like a gun under my belt ♪

- All right, talk to me.

- We're getting reports of suspicious activity

off of 59th street in Long Beach.

(phone rings)

- Axel.

- They're there now.

- What about Kane?

- Fuck him, I'm the lord of the street now.

- All right, it's show time.

- Round the boys.

- Copy that.

(crowd cheering)

- Yo, where the fuck is Axel?

- He's supposed to be here tonight.

(suspenseful music)

- Clear, on me.

(rapid gunfire)

- [Man] Man down, man down.

- Stay down, stay the fuck down.

(gunshots)

- Drop the weapon down.

He's got a hostage.

Don't fucking go.

(gunshots)

Get down! Get down!

- Baby girl, you okay, baby?

You okay?

You okay?

- Let's settle this like men.

- Yeah, no guns.

- You think you can take me.

I know I beat your bitch ass, big old bully.

- I got this, baby.

You a dirty motherfucker.

My daughter ain't no bitch, bitch.

Lord of the streets my ass.

I told you baby, you're going home.

You okay?

Come-on.

(sirens wailing)

- Your vitals are strong.

- She all right?

- That's my daughter, that's my daughter.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, he saved me.

- I told you I was gonna get our princess.

- It's over.

It's all over.

- Let's get you home.

- Here. (gentle music)

(upbeat music) ♪ I came to fight ♪

♪ Fight, fight, fight night ♪

♪ Fight, fight, fight, fight night ♪

♪ You dodge a grill, what the fuck up, shut up ♪

♪ Broken shutters in the gutter ♪

♪ Knuckle up, guns, and butter, motherfucker, what up ♪

♪ Where it at and what it do ♪

♪ Yeah, it's for you ♪

♪ Where you at and where you move ♪

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♪ Illtown nigga with more sightings ♪

♪ Than Sasquatch and Bigfoot ♪

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♪ When I was doing right, it went left ♪

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♪ Trigger Treach ♪

♪ Sir dot X ♪

(upbeat music)

♪ Hey, yeah ♪

♪ Cuz up ♪

♪ Oh-ooh ♪

♪ If the hood was mine ♪

♪ If this hood was mine ♪

♪ I'd take away the drama ♪

♪ Put some love in these streets ♪

♪ What if you could change the hood ♪

♪ Gonna get this money ♪

♪ I take the cops off the street ♪

♪ This thing called crime will be obsolete ♪

♪ Everybody will shine, have a lot to eat ♪

♪ the hood Anthem kids singing back in the street ♪

♪ The more welfare but cash events ♪

♪ I give them healthcare government grants ♪

♪ On my first time fellas will get a second chance ♪

♪ Only reckless nigga serve once and make dance ♪

♪ Yeah, the whole world will have credit ♪

♪ Good enough to buy you Benz and won't get debited ♪

♪ If you wanna blow trees, we don't even wet it ♪

♪ 'Cause I was legalized weed ♪

♪ You can get it from the medic ♪

♪ So you can smoke blunts when you go see your peer ♪

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♪ I gotta change the price on a kilo ♪

♪ The only thing I would change is 5 dollar hero ♪

♪ I take away the drama ♪

♪ With some love in streets ♪

♪ Cause we gotta get this money ♪

♪ This soon will be mine ♪

♪ I take away the drama ♪

♪ With some love in the streets ♪

♪ 'Cause we gotta get this money ♪

♪ This hood will be mine ♪

♪ This hood, this hood ♪

♪ This hood, this hood ♪

♪ This hood were mine ♪

♪ If the hood was mine ♪

♪ The hood will probably be fucked up ♪

♪ 'Cause I just let anybody go and do what they want ♪

♪ You can sell drugs, I can give less than a fuck ♪

♪ 'Cause yo, you can't sell what the fees don't want ♪

♪ If your speakers ain't popping, you're getting a ticket ♪

♪ If your rims ain't hot, you're getting a ticket ♪

♪ If you're wearing tight jeans, ♪

♪ Then you're getting a ticket ♪

♪ And if you get caught snitchen, it's life in prison ♪

♪ If the hood was mine, wouldn't turn water to wine ♪

♪ I turn water into Hennessy and next to dance ♪

♪ And I promise you, watch there be way less crime ♪

♪ 'Cause everybody be walking around with a yo no killer ♪

♪ I bring the hood to Beverly Hills ♪

♪ And be a living black president or every bill ♪

♪ Wear the wrong color on the streets and never get killed ♪

♪ You wouldn't have to dodge bullets like a captor's field ♪

♪ If this hood was mine, I take away the drama ♪

♪ With some love in these streets ♪

♪ 'Cause we gotta get this money ♪

♪ If this hood was mine, I take away the drama ♪

♪ With some love in the streets ♪