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� [rock]

[crowd cheering]

� He said, so don't forget, 'cause you'll regret �

� But try to walk a mile feelin' like a child �

� [continues]

[cheering continues]

Whoo!

� Been around, trump it up �

� Another boy get down, pump it up �

� Been around, trump it up �

� Another boy get down, pump it up �

[blows landing]

[grunting]

Let's sit out. Yeah.

How are you, cutie?

I'd be doing better without that cigarette in my face.

Ready for the fight, champ?

This fight's already over.

I love that attitude.

Sexy. Keep it up.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to our main event,

the R.F.C. Heavyweight

Championship of the World!

[crowd cheering]

The challenger tonight, with a record of nine wins and three losses,

he's an expert in jujitsu and wrestling,

fighting out of Mexico City, Mexico,

Pedro Hernandez!

[cheering continues]

Coming into the ring next

is the R.F.C. Heavyweight Champion of the World,

standing 6'4",

weighing 250 pounds,

with an outstanding record of 19 wins

and zero losses,

he's a freestyle fighter out of Ross, Texas,

Colin "The Brick" Wahle!

[Commentator] And this is what we've all been waiting for,

the main event-- Colin "The Brick" Wahle

against Pedro Hernandez.

[Commentator #2] Wahle has certainly had a meteoric rise

to the top of the R.F.C.

And that's due in no small part

to his outspoken manager and owner

or Revolution Fight Club, Victoria Ruolan.

This company's gone through quite a makeover

since she took over from her father.

Fighters, join me in the center of the ring.

I want a clean fight.

Keep punches above the belt.

If I see any gouging or hooking,

points will be deducted.

Do you understand?

Get in your corners.

[crowd cheering]

[Man] Ten million dollars a year he's making.

Ten million a year. And I'm his manager.

I'm not really his manager, but we're like brothers.

[Referee] Fighters ready?

Let's do it. [bell dings]

[Commentator] And we're off to the races.

[Commentator #2] Pedro's keeping his distance.

He's a big guy, but Wahle does have

a little bit of a reach advantage.

� No control, but I'm excited �

� Kills the time, and I can't waste it �

� Blood is mine, and I can taste it �

[yelling]

� The more it hurts, the more I feed it �

� Screw the hope, but I won't make it �

� Hear you scream, but I can't break it �

� Addict, addict, addict �

� Now you're fucking joking �

Back it up, Wahle. Back it up.

Do it. � Down so deep you can't conceive �

� Filled with blood, the shame is dirt �

� A hundred thousand bricks won't work �

� God is left, and he won't see �

� All that hurts inside of me �

� Ocean slips between the cracks �

� Leave my head out on the tracks �

Yeah! [laughs]

[Commentator] Tell me if I'm seeing things,

but it looked like The Brick just tossed

a 225-pound man around like a rag doll.

[Commentator #2] He's the most devastating fighter in the cage

since Dalton Hunt and his 21-and-0 record from five years ago.

[jeering]

[Referee] Fighters do something. Let's see something.

All right. Break it up.

[Commentator] Pedro's gonna have to do better than that if he wants the belt.

[Commentator #2] The belt? Don't you think he just wants

to get out of this in one piece?

� [continues]

[crowd cheering]

Yeah! That's right, bitch.

Doctors!

[bell dings]

[cheering continues]

Whoo!

I fucking love this shit!

Dalton, where you been?

Man, just blowing my paycheck on groceries.

Well, get inside. You gotta check this out.

You're gonna love this, brother.

What you got?

[Man] Hey, champ. Champ. Can I get a moment, please?

Amazing fight.

Fight? That wasn't a fight, man. That was a massacre.

Punk ass.

You're just one win away

from beating Dalton Hunt's all-time R.F.C. record.

How does that feel?

Mine. That record's gonna be mine.

He's an old man. It's in the bag.

[TV off]

What do you think about that?

I think I need to put the milk away before it spoils.

That's it? That's it.

Oh, God.

Come on, Dalton.

This could be your chance to get back in the mix.

He's just jawing off.

People say all sorts of things in the heat of the moment.

Well, close his jaw for him.

I'm not fighting anyone, Wyatt.

Why not, man? Are you scared of him?

Huh?

Look, don't you have any clients to punish down at the gym?

I know you don't like what Victoria is doing with the league.

I get that, okay? But you and her old man were tight.

Just give her a call. Not gonna happen.

You're telling me you'd rather work at one of her construction sites

than climb back in the ring?

Look, there's nothing wrong with doing honest work for an honest paycheck.

I completely agree with you. Dang it. [phone ringing]

This is Wyatt.

You know what? I'll be there in five minutes.

Have her start on the treadmill.

I gotta roll to the gym.

But at least think about giving Victoria a call, all right?

Oh, and Elena called, twice.

You're the most annoying roommate ever.

Just promise me you'll at least think about it, man.

I promise I'll at least think about it.

And I'm done thinking about it.

[line ringing]

[Man] What can I do for you, Miss Ruolan?

I have an idea about the press we've been looking for.

Have the legal department do some digging

into Dalton Hunt's old contracts.

Yes, ma'am.

Make it quick.

I need it first thing in the morning.

[beeps]

Are you avoiding me?

What? No. I mean, I, uh...

I thought you might be asleep.

You should come in and help me get the little monster to sleep.

Yeah.

Grace, look who's here. Who?

Stop the movie and come here.

How are you, angel?

Dad!

Whoa!

Hey, isn't it past your bedtime?

Come on. Let's get you to sleep.

You don't have to carry me. I'm almost 9, you know.

Oh, you're right.

[yelling] Oh...

[Grace] Up the steps.

Don't you need to brush your teeth

and stuff like that, hmm?

Already done. Mmm.

Do you want a story?

Nah.

Is there anything else I can do?

Well, you can be around here a little bit more.

I know. I've been working a lot.

Mom works a lot, but she's still around.

I know, sweetheart.

I'll try, okay?

I'm tired.

Okay.

I'll get the lights.

Leave them on, okay?

Mom will turn them off later.

All right.

Good night.

Not all the way.

� [heavy metal]

� Why? �

All right. This one up here, champ.

Do it. One up here. Here you go.

[grunting]

Bring it up. Bring it up.

There you go, champ. Come on.

Keep it coming. Piece of cake.

Shit. It's all you, baby.

There you go. Come on.

Only you, homey.

� Run away �

[grunting]

� Come again �

� [continues]

The motherfucking Brick Wahle.

What are you doing, bro?

You've been working out all fucking day.

Let's get the fuck outta here.

� Be strong, strong like a hurricane �

Hey, Wahle. Saw your last match. Not bad.

Not bad?

Son, you know who this is? He's the best.

I was just wondering how you'd do against a real fighter, champ.

Say it like you mean it, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Walk away, bro. Walk away.

I don't walk away from anybody.

You want to do this, huh? You gonna do something?

Let's go, chump.

� We droppin' bombs, yeah �

� Bombs, yeah �

� We droppin' bombs, yeah �

� Bombs, yeah �

[yelling]

� We droppin' bombs, yeah �

� Bombs, yeah, bombs �

� We droppin' bombs, yeah �

� Bombs, yeah, bombs �

Oh, shit!

You got lucky, son.

Is that all you got, bitch?

I got some more for you, boy. Come on.

� We do it for the money �

� We droppin' bombs, yeah �

� Bombs, yeah, bombs �

Kickoff time, motherfucker.

� Bombs, yeah, bombs �

And the crowd goes wild.

Yeah. [laughing]

Whoa. Come on, bro.

Come on. We gotta go. We gotta go.

[Colin laughs]

Now you know what a real fighter hits like, huh?

[laughing]

Let's get outta here. [laughs]

Think that's worth three points, right, Cliff?

[Victoria] Get me Hunt.

[Man] Yes, ma'am.

Yo, Hunt! Boss is here to see you, man.

Mr. Dalton Hunt, as I live and breathe.

How have you been?

I can't complain.

That's what I like to hear.

I had my people do a little digging,

and it turns out you still have one fight in the contract

that you signed with my father,

and I am here to collect.

Your father said we were even.

He said that contract was no good.

I am running the R.F.C. now.

So you can either take the fight,

or we can settle this in court.

[sighs]

My family has been good to you.

We got you this job,

and we got your ex-wife--

is that ex-wife-- and kid into their place.

But things can change, you know?

The fight is in two months.

See you there.

No deal.

Look what you're doing, Dalton.

It can get really stormy out there

for the people you care about.

[police radio chatter]

[vehicle approaching]

[door opens]

I got your message.

What the hell is going on here?

The sheriff came to the door and started banging.

He gave us 30 minutes to grab what we could,

and now we're out in the street.

Daddy, what's happening?

It's gonna be all right, angel.

It's okay. I'll be right back.

Come here, baby.

How can you do this?

Well, it seems that they were living here

at the power of discretion of the house's owner,

a Miss Victoria Ruolan.

God damn it!

Are we gonna have a problem?

Nah. No problem.

Listen, I'll give you a few more minutes,

but get it cleared out.

What did he say, Dalton?

Did he say something about Ruolan?

What did you do?

Stop fighting.

Take care of this, Dalton.

Look, I'll straighten this out tomorrow.

In the meantime, you can come stay with me.

We can't.

I promise I'll do what it takes to fix this.

I know it's not great, but it's all yours.

What are you going to do, Dalton?

You don't have any money, and we can't stay here.

It just won't work.

[sighs]

I know what I have to do.

Please handle this, Dalton.

Grace deserves better.

I know.

I'm sorry.

[Victoria] Any kind of chain is fine.

Just make sure to get one of those big lots.

Never mind. Just head on back.

[door closes]

How are you, Dalton?

I'm glad you came by.

You didn't have to bring my family into this.

Come on.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I'd like to offer you a drink,

but since you're in training now...

What makes you think that?

You're here, after all.

Some people say I'm just playing with my daddy's money--

that I don't deserve to run the R.F.C.

Look, what's your point?

My point is my dad could not have

his biggest draw back into the ring

because he did not have the balls

to do what needed to be done.

Ironic, huh?

Yeah. He had integrity instead.

I want this to be entertaining, you know?

I want you to put on a show.

Make Wahle look good.

When this is over,

you stay away from me, my family,

and my friends.

After the fight,

I don't care what happens to you.

I just need your ass in the cage

in eight weeks.

If I'm gonna be training,

I can't work,

so I'll need an advance.

Of course.

I'm not stingy.

How's, uh, 20,000?

Doesn't matter to me.

I won't miss it.

Anything you need to get ready for?

I don't need anything else from you.

Sure thing.

It's good to be queen.

Dalton, hey, man.

I've been trying to let this go, but it's driving me nuts.

Listen, you got a chance to get back in the ring--

I'm fighting Wahle.

Seriously? That's fantastic, man.

Look, I got no business getting back in the ring.

Yes, you do.

You do, and I got just the trainer for you, okay?

He's the guy that got me back into living again.

I'm telling you, he's exactly what you need.

Well, I need all the help I can get.

But right now, I gotta take care of something.

All right.

All right! Yes!

We are back, baby! We are back in the game!

Can you hear me? Whoo! [mooing]

[car doors close]

I got your call. What's going on?

Hi, Daddy.

Hey, sweetie.

I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty

of setting you guys up in a new place.

[key jingling]

Let's go inside.

Are you serious?

Yeah. Yeah.

[Elena chuckles]

God damn. What the hell's wrong with you,

you fucking piece of shit?

Use the pathway.

Uh, Wyatt Hart said

you could help me get ready for my fight.

You're Dalton, right?

Yeah.

Wyatt called me about you.

Sounds like you're in a shitload of trouble.

Enlighten me.

Well, in eight weeks, I'm stepping into the cage against Colin Wahle.

That guy's a monster.

Who'd you piss off?

I have a fight left on my contract with the R.F.C.,

and they're pulling me back in.

Can you get me ready?

Physically, yeah.

But since you ain't fought in a while,

I'm more concerned about getting you

right up here.

Look, as long as I survive the fight,

I don't need to do any soul searching.

Yeah, well, we'll see.

So you ain't fought in, like, what, five years?

Mmm.

That's a lifetime in this game.

Look, if it's a money thing-- Don't need it.

No. I'm doing this as a favor to Wyatt.

If you stick with it, I'll train you.

But you need to know that I do things a little different.

I'm in.

All right, then.

I want you to meet me at a bar called Bull McCabe's, 9:00 tonight.

You know it? [laughs]

What, we gonna be pounding some back?

In a manner of speaking.

All right. I'll see you then.

[clangs]

Use the path, God damn it.

Attagirl. That's looking good.

� [rock]

[chattering]

All right, guys.

� [continues]

Well, this is fun.

Ain't supposed to be fun.

This is training.

You know, in Japan, a fighter in the Valor Federation

ain't even allowed anywhere near a bar before a fight.

I never agreed with that.

I think it's good to cut loose

every now and again.

Wait here.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Y'all play professional football, don't you?

Damn straight. Oh, I thought so.

Yeah. 'Cause my friend over there--

he said he saw the game on TV last week

and, boy, y'all sucked.

What fucking friend?

That fella right there at the bar.

That fucking guy right there? Yep.

Matter of fact, he said y'all sucked so bad

that he's pretty sure he could whip each

and every one of your asses, starting with you.

That fucking guy right there? Yeah.

I told him we should just have some drinks and settle down, but, mmm...

I'll tell y'all what.

Y'all boys stay right here.

I'm gonna be right back.

Let me see what's up.

Hey, man, what's your fucking problem, man?

No problem here.

Your buddy down there says you're talking shit about my team.

No. He's just playing around.

See how old he is? He's completely senile.

Yeah, well, I don't like fucking jokes, man.

Hey, neither do I. I hate jokes.

I'm just sorry about the confusion.

Let me buy you guys a round of drinks.

You know what? That's what's up.

Oh, for God sakes.

Boy, do you fucking really want to do this?

See, why would anyone sane do that?

Don't worry about me, Dalton.

Is he behind me?

Yeah.

Old man or not, I'm gonna punch your ass out.

Yeah.

What's up, man? Thought you didn't want to fight.

I don't. It's on, then.

� [rock]

Whip your ass now, pretty man.

� [continues]

Come on. Come on.

Come on, man. We're both gonna get hurt.

You don't want to lose out on the season, right?

Not the both of us. Just you, motherfucker.

� Dominate, dominate, yeah �

� [continues]

[yells]

Come on. Get your ass up.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, motherfucker. Come on. Asshole.

� Take it outside if it's what you choose �

� No turnin' back, don't be confused �

� Fights to the death don't win, Jack �

� Dance to the beat like your head's on crack �

� Dominate, dominate, yeah �

[gunshot]

Hey, you!

That's enough of fucking that!

How about we call it a night, champ?

Man, fuck that shit, man. Whatever.

I'll see you again.

Come on, boys. Let's roll.

[Dalton] Damn it, Willy.

Hey, nice work.

What were you thinking? We could've gotten hurt.

Oh, no. You're a much better fighter than that.

Eh, besides,

we learned a valuable lesson tonight.

And what's that?

You're more willing to fight for somebody else than fight for yourself.

You pissed off a 300-pound guy to make a point?

I like real-world examples.

Now, it's been what, five years since you hit somebody?

You could've knocked that guy out. Why didn't you?

Man, I just want to go home.

All right. Suit yourself.

Just be back at my place in the morning.

Oh, yeah. You sure you don't want to pick a fight

at a mall or something?

That's a good one. I like you, kid.

Yeah, we will get you ready for a thousand swords.

Get you some rest. You're gonna need it.

Shoot it. Get off my back, man!

[grunting]

Wyatt.

[chattering] [groans]

Hey.

Hey...

That shit knocked me out.

Hell, yeah, it did. [groaning]

[chattering continues]

All right, buddy. You know?

This knee's coming up, boy. [laughs]

Let's see a smile from my boys.

Hey! Smile. You want a smile? Hey.

I'll smile

'cause I'm Wyatt "All Hart" right here.

All Hart. All Hart, baby.

All Hart and baby fat. And hard--

Why you gotta do that, man? Why you gotta say that, man?

[Dalton] ...pounds over, Wyatt.

That's why. [Elena] You are all talk.

Let's see it. Come on.

Ooh!

Is it gonna be like that?

It's always like that, Wyatt.

You gonna take that, Dalton?

[Wyatt] You ain't so bad, champ. You know what?

I ain't so bad? Hey, fuck it.

I ain't so bad? Look at you.

You're gonna need it.

You want to talk, you gotta play.

I'll fucking play. Let's play.

I'm not fucking around, Dalton. This is the real fucking shit.

I will bring it right now. You don't have what it takes, Wyatt.

I'm not gonna watch two best friends beat each other up.

You might turn your camera off for this shit, then. Put your guard in.

I'm not fucking around. Put your money where your mouth is.

I'm serious. Let's fucking go.

Come on. Let's go.

Hold on, hold on.

I never said it's a game, Wyatt.

[groans]

[groans]

Wyatt? [Man] Somebody call an ambulance.

An ambulance!

Oh, God! What did I do?

Ohh...

[TV off]

All right. I want you to start running,

and don't stop until I tell you.

How the hell you gonna catch up, old man?

Just do like I say, now.

Go!

� Desperately �

� Trying to find my way �

� And hopelessly �

� Grabbing for the words to say �

� And I can't see �

� I'm searching for the remedy �

� And I want to be �

Come on, son! Move!

I got a three-legged dog run faster than you.

Oh, come on, Dalton. Keep up with me.

Show me something.

Come on.

� When you're so far from me �

� I'm desperately seeking �

� I'm dangerously hoping �

� The walls will come down �

� 'Cause I don't want �

� To go home right now �

� And I'm desperately seeking �

� I'm dangerously hoping �

� The walls will come down �

� 'Cause I �

What took you so long?

Here you go, Peanut.

Catch you back at the barn. Come on. Wait.

[whinnies] Attaboy.

How you feeling?

Oh. Not good, huh?

[spits]

Take shorter breaths.

Tell you, your cardio's terrible

and the coordination's off,

but the important thing is you didn't quit.

Good sign.

You want some water?

There's a spigot around the side of the house.

Help yourself. [panting]

Do me a favor.

Sure.

Remind me to kill Wyatt.

[grunting]

I ain't gonna have you holding some jars

like in those old kung fu movies

to strengthen your arms.

That's just ridiculous.

I find that these cinder blocks are a lot more effective.

Tighten your core.

[crying out]

Pick them up.

Whenever you're ready.

I've had enough.

You know, people in California

would love to have that water you just wasted.

Rationing that shit.

[engine grinding]

Aw...

[grinding]

Aw, damn it.

Not again.

Piece of shit.

[sighs]

Look, I know this ain't gonna be easy for you.

Wyatt told me

that you hadn't stepped foot in a gym since the accident.

Look, I just--

You just need to keep taking

one step after another, and listen to me,

hard as that might be.

[engine grinds] Damn it!

Looks like you're gonna have to hoof it.

That's all right. Leave it here. I'll take a look at it.

Hoof it?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's only seven miles to the gym.

Be good for you.

Seven miles?

Seven and a half.

[no audible dialogue]

I'm not fucking around, Dalton. This is the real fucking shit.

You don't have what it takes, Wyatt.

I ain't so bad?

Let's fucking go. Come on. Here it comes.

Oh, it's like that? I never said it's a game, Wyatt.

[Man] Somebody call an ambulance. An ambulance!

Ah, that's it. Push, push.

Again. That's the way.

Push. That's it.

Turn them, just like you're turning over that punch.

Again. Don't stop. No resting.

Come on now. Watch that center of gravity.

There you go, baby. There you go.

Get a little meat on. All right.

You're gonna be fighting that big fucking Mohawk son of a bitch.

Don't quit. I guarantee you he doesn't quit. Let's go, baby.

Come on, Dalton.

� Have I had enough? �

Take five minutes. Forget it. You know what?

Take seven hours off. I'm done.

[grunting]

I'm gonna get in there myself and do it

if you don't start smacking that bag.

� Am I only gaining �

Man, come on. Don't snap, snap, snap.

You need to get your heart right, man.

I can't even watch this anymore.

� Tell you when you say �

[Wyatt] Come on, Datlon! Push it!

� Forever is never �

Push it, push it, push it!

� The word I'll use again �

� Life is fleeting �

Come on, come on!

Aw, my grandma can run faster than that.

� [continues]

No more. Enough for today.

Enough? Aw, fuck you, Dalton!

Hey...

Come on, man.

You haven't stepped it up all week.

You got a second chance here, and that's the best you're gonna do?

Wyatt-- Fuck it.

Seriously, man.

If I could walk for just one day,

I would never stop running, not for a second.

So don't give me this bullshit about enough

when you got a second chance to do what I would kill for.

Fuck! This is bullshit!

I go faster in my chair! You got no fucking heart right now!

He's got a point.

Yeah, he does.

� [rock]

� We droppin' bombs, yeah �

� Bombs, yeah, bombs �

� Yeah � [bell dings]

� We droppin' bombs, yeah �

I'd like to thank all of you for coming here

to make what I think is going to be some very interesting news.

[Victoria] Thanks for having us, Grant and Todd.

There's no better show to make this announcement.

The fight we've all been waiting for

is finally going to happen.

Six weeks from tonight,

Colin Wahle will face Dalton Hunt.

This will be the culmination of years of work

in bridging these two generations of fighters.

Dalton, first off, I'd like to say

how good it is to have you back on the scene.

But what the hell have you been thinking?

Well, Todd, I've been asking myself that

for the past two weeks.

[Todd] Brick, are you at all worried

about facing Dalton Hunt in the ring?

I think it's high time for the torch to be passed.

If he won't give it up, I'll take it from him.

[Grant] Any response, Dalton?

Well, Grant, I can't compete with sound bites like that.

Any predictions, champ?

Hmm. First-round knockout.

I'm gonna show up, knock his ass out, get my paycheck.

I'm gonna go home. [scoffs]

Dalton's too much of a gentleman to say it, so I'll say it for him.

You're a punk, Wahle.

Is that right? Whoa. Hold on now, guys. Let's keep this professional.

You haven't fought anybody. Ruolan's too scared to put you up against a real fighter.

Afraid you might lose. You stand up against a fighter like Dalton,

you're going down.

Thanks for your concern. Don't worry.

I'm not gonna end up in a wheelchair.

You know what? I'm more of a man in this chair

than anybody you fought in your whole career.

What about that? Where you going, hot wheels?

Hey, man, you never touch another man's wheels.

[grunts] Aah!

[yells]

[yells] Take it easy.

Fucking guy broke my fucking arm!

You're mine, old man! You're mine!

[groaning] Hey, hey...

Can we just cut to commercial? Cut!

Now, time to meet your new team,

your new best friends

and worst enemies.

First, Dexter,

former Golden Gloves fighter and welterweight champion.

He's gonna be working on getting your speed and your punching power up.

Kwan here has trained with the Greasers.

His job's to turn you into a grappling machine.

Finally, Bronner.

Born in the Bahamas, raised in Thailand.

He's been a fighter since he was 8.

Your legs and knees are his to turn into weapons.

All right. Let's get started.

Dexter, you're up.

� [rock]

� Bless my soul, but I can't fight it �

� No control, but I'm excited �

� Kills the time, and I can't waste it �

� Blood is mine, and I can taste it �

� Cut my mind, but I don't need it � [Willy] Bronner!

� The more it hurts, the more I feed it �

� Screw the hope, but I won't make it �

� Hear you scream, but I can't break it �

� Addict, addict, addict �

� Now you're fucking joking �

� Filled with smoke, but I don't breathe �

� Down so deep you can't conceive �

� Filled with blood, the shame is dirt � Kwan.

� A hundred thousand bricks won't work �

� God has left, and he won't see �

� All that hurts inside of me �

� Ocean slips between the cracks �

� Leave my head out on the tracks �

� Addict, addict, addict �

� Now you're fucking joking �

� Addict, addict, addict �

� Now you're fucking joking �

[muffled yell]

Damn it, Dalton.

Get your head into training.

Now, Wahle's out there probably working ten times

harder than you.

All right. Let's run it again.

This time, don't go easy on him.

� Addict, addict � [yells]

� Addict �

� Now you're fucking joking �

� Addict, addict � Come on.

� Addict � Come on.

[yells, groans] � Now you're fucking joking �

� Addict, addict, addict �

� Now you're fucking joking �

Bring me another one, Luther. � Addict, addict, addict �

� Now you're fucking joking �

Just seeing how my fighter's doing.

[lighter clicking]

[sighs]

This place is a dive.

Why don't you come work out at the company's gym?

Everything is state of the art.

I like this place just fine.

Suit yourself.

I knew you were in great shape,

just not

this good.

[barbell clangs on ground]

Look,

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Sorry. I just wanted to apologize

if I was too harsh, Dalton.

There's no reason that we can't get along.

Oh, I can think of a couple of reasons.

The pay-per-view numbers are coming in for the fight,

and they're damn good.

We could make a really great pair.

You bought a fight,

not this fighter.

So how about you lock up when you're done?

You asshole.

You're gonna be so sorry

for the opportunity you just missed.

The Wahle is going to crush you. You hear me?

You don't stand a chance.

[grunting]

[grunting continues]

And time.

Take a breather.

[panting]

Aw, you son of a bitch.

Why don't you just take it down to the tackle shop?

You can't always let someone else fix your problems.

You should know that.

What, more philosophy?

It's all philosophy.

Anything anyone ever says or does

is tied to their philosophy of the world.

Can't I just do more running?

This is important, Dalton.

No more. Not today.

So what, you're just gonna quit every time I bring this up?

I'm not quitting. Well, you might as well.

Ain't really doing anything.

The best running you do is running scared.

Oh. Did I hit a sore spot?

Huh?

I bet you're just dying to hit me, aren't you?

Okay.

Right now. Come on. Give me your best shot.

Come on. Seriously?

Seriously.

Are you too scared to do that?

You fucking pussy.

You ain't no fighter.

[yells]

Damn it.

You ain't mad at me, Dalton.

You're mad at yourself.

Until you realize that, you ain't going nowhere.

[breathing heavily]

You think I like what I've become?

What I haven't become?

I ask myself every day,

if only I'd kicked higher

or lower, if only he'd turned the other way--

Yeah, yeah, yeah. But it didn't happen that way, did it?

It ain't about what if.

It's about what is!

And until you face what happen

and believe that it couldn't have happened any other way,

you're stuck, Dalton.

You're literally living in your guilt,

and you've become so used to it

that you are just too scared to move on.

It's not that goddamn easy.

Oh, hell. What is easy?

Look at Wyatt. You think anything's easy for him?

He ain't never gonna walk again.

He's in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Ain't nothing easy for him.

The least you can do is step up

and be the warrior that he can't be.

What are you doing?

Not quitting. [grunting]

[grunting continues]

� [rock]

[grunting]

47, 48, 49, 50!

More!

Jab.

Here we go. Combo.

[yelling]

51, 52...

[yelling]

53, 54-- Come on!

Oh, shit. Aah!

55, 56...

Take a breather.

More! [grunt]

Here we go. Nobody's better. Nobody's faster.

Nobody's stronger. Only you. You're the best.

[yells] Nice!

See if you can hit through that fucking bag.

What you got? Break it down. There it is.

Fucking hit it back, baby.

There you go! Whoo!

There it is.

[grunting]

What the fuck's your problem, man?

I'm trying to fucking help you.

I can't work with this motherfucker.

[laughs]

Get me another one, Luther.

Maybe a little bit bigger this time, huh?

Flew me all the way out here for this bullshit?

Can't deal with this fucking guy.

Look. He fucking head-butted me.

You don't walk out on me. I'm your boss. I hired you.

Do what I say. Fuck this.

I'm outta here.

Hi, cutie.

Got some time for the boss?

My bonus coming early this year?

Yes.

[moaning]

[whinnies]

So it's time for phase 2. Fuck.

You ever heard of the legend of a thousand swords?

Nah.

Well,

Neyatu Tatagami

was a great Ronin Samurai Warrior in the 1600s.

He was a bandit, outlaw and a folk hero

to the people of Japan.

Well, one day, he robbed a young, arrogant nobleman

who decided to seek revenge on Tatagami.

Well, the nobleman put a large cash reward

on Tatagami's head.

And the money was so great

that a thousand warriors showed up for a chance to collect.

Well, the nobleman, not being one

to miss an opportunity to get Tatagami,

hired them all.

Well, everybody figured that Tatagami would cut and run,

but instead, he sent a message

saying that he would stay and fight the thousand warriors.

Now, in the morning of the battle,

Tatagami meditated and remained calm.

A small boy in a nearby village

stopped Tatagami on the way to the fight, and he asked him,

"How can you beat a thousand warriors?"

Tatagami looked at the boy, smiled, and he said,

"Simple.

I will just use 1,000 swords."

And with that,

Tatagami marched off to meet his destiny.

I don't get it.

You can defeat any enemy

as long as you take him apart piece by piece,

one thread at a time.

Now, Wahle's got a well-rounded game,

and we need to redevelop yours,

get every piece as sharp as it can be.

Okay, Dalton. This is it.

We're gonna run a shark drill.

That's three against one.

Okay? All right.

All right, Dexter. Let's go.

[grunts]

Let's go, Dalton. Let's go.

Ooh.

Bronner.

Kwan.

Come on, Dalton! Suck it up!

Come on, Dalton. You're better than this.

Maybe I'm not ready.

Oh, you're ready.

You just gotta start fighting smarter.

You've got all the pieces.

Look-- Look at me.

You gotta bring out your swords.

You get what I mean?

� [rock]

Round 2.

Come on. You got this, Dalton. Let's go, baby. Come on.

� It is hard �

There you go. Kwan.

� And the games are over �

� And it gets harder �

[grunting]

� And it's hard �

� When you wake up so much older � Bronner!

� And it's harder still �

Yeah!

� Let it go �

� Let it go �

� Let it go �

Whoo! Yeah, baby! Yeah!

� Let it go �

I told you, when you got it, bro, you got it.

� Let it go �

Remember when I used to come home from fights,

and you'd be there to make it all better?

That seems like a long time ago.

Yeah.

Better?

Yeah.

I came here to ask you a favor.

I want you to come to the fight.

Dalton, I--

I mean, strictly as moral support.

It would...

I'd feel better if you were there.

I'd feel better.

Ouch.

I'm still mad at you.

I know.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's going to take a lot more than a new place

and coming around here like a little puppy dog.

You dropped out of our lives for almost a year.

Now, I understand that you were hurt

and depressed,

but we have a little girl to take care of,

and I need to count on you to be her dad

through thick and thin.

I know.

I know. I'm sorry.

I'll always be there for both of you.

I'm sorry, too.

You know I love you.

That will never change.

Can I see her?

Yeah. Of course.

� [soft rock]

� It's getting hard to breathe �

� Your heart is broken � Shh.

� It's hard to see �

� What's closed will open �

� Stay tuned out �

� With me �

� Together we'll find a way �

� To see again �

� I'll leave the light on �

� So you can always see �

� I'll leave the light on �

� So you can find me �

� [Man rapping]

Here's to the ass beating of the century

that is about to take place.

Right here, big man. Right here.

Prosit, my friend. Cheers.

� [continues]

[exhales forcefully]

Here you go.

You know, he is the best natural fighter that I have ever seen.

It's just his head. You gotta get his head right. You can do it.

I'm working on it.

Wait, wait. You're not going home yet, are you, old man?

A trainer's work's never done.

Oh, man.

Hey, Martin. Yeah, man.

You make sure Wyatt gets home all right?

[Martin] Not a problem. Come on, man.

Aah...

� You are now rockin' with the best �

� Take a deep breath and lift your arms above your chest �

Ohhh...

� We still rock the spot like we never even met �

� You wonder what we got �

I fucking love this shit.

� [rock]

Marty, you're the greatest bartender on the planet.

I love you, but I can wheel my ass home.

No. Give me a second to get these stragglers outta here.

I'll meet you in the parking lot, all right?

� [Man rapping]

� They do what they say they not �

Hey, Ed. Hey, stop the car.

What the hell, man? Stop, stop, stop.

There's the fucking guy from the studio.

That fucker in the wheelchair.

That's the fucking guy that did this to me.

Yeah, I'm gonna beat his fucking ass.

� A bat in the face, drop a crack in the case �

This is gonna be fun.

� [continues]

� And then she blows, she says-- �

Hey. Hey!

[laughs] Yeah. Hey, I know you.

Yeah, you do.

Yeah-- Oh, shit. I do that?

Yeah, you did, actually. [laughing]

Hey, man, you know,

no hard feelings, right?

Don't worry about it.

I'm just gonna finish what I started in the studio. [grunts]

[groans] What the... [laughing]

[laughing] [blows landing]

[laughing] [groaning]

[car alarm blaring]

[chirps, alarm stops]

Oh, damn it. [beeping]

[line ringing]

[siren wailing]

[sighs]

Dalton-- Thank God he's all right.

Hey, Dalton.

I'm here, Wyatt.

He broke my chair, man.

Who did this?

You just worry about your fight.

Wyatt, who did this to you?

You need to tell me who did this.

It was Wahle's boy, Cliff.

Damn it.

� [R & B]

� See, my girl in the back, man, she lookin' so clean �

� Tellin' everybody she's fresh and so clean �

� Man, she fresha than a model, man, she fresha than a model �

� Like hey, hey, hey, hey �

� My girl in the back, man, she lookin' so clean �

� Tellin' everybody she's fresh and so clean �

� Man, she fresha than a model, man, she fresha than a model �

� Like hey, hey, hey, hey �

� Baby's in the back, man, she's doin' her thing �

� She's watchin' her man do a thing �

� Yeah, she's fresha than a model �

� Man, she's more like a star �

� I see you watching me, girl, and I see you from afar �

� Do your thing 'cause you got it like that �

� He's gotta see him, and he try to get that �

� Girl, I'm gonna telephone the world �

� She's God's gift, she's the top of the world �

� My pretty little girl, and she know just how I feel �

� And to this day, I give her my arms �

� She's been my lucky charm, how she stepped up on the scene �

� You should see her before, sophisticate and sedate �

� And when you mix it together, it's such a powerful boom �

[chiming]

� How she moves to the track �

� And for that, I hustle hard �

� I'm breaking my back �

� See, my girl in the back, man, she lookin' so clean �

What? Open the gate.

It's Hunt.

� Man, she fresha than a model, man, she fresha than a model �

I said open the gate.

You gotta be shitting me.

� Man, she lookin' so clean �

All right, girl. Buzz him in.

[buzzes]

� Like hey, hey, hey, hey �

� Together you see what's fresh as can be �

� There ain't a man on this earth that can take her from me �

Well, well, well. Mr. Dalton Hunt.

What brings you to my neck of the woods?

You come to, uh, forfeit, or to try out my batting cages?

I'm looking for Cliff.

Cliff. [clicking tongue]

Cliff. I don't think I know a Cliff.

Fuck! Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let's not get crazy now.

Cliff jumped Wyatt tonight.

He's in the fucking hospital.

Wyatt, huh? Listen.

I understand you being pissed off,

but I can't let you take a bat to my boy Cliff.

The bat's not for me.

I brought it for him.

Hmm.

All right.

This might be interesting.

Darling, go get Cliff now.

I gotta be honest, man.

You got a lot of balls showing up here like this, son.

I don't give a shit what you think, Wahle.

These your cars? Yeah.

Must be nice to be Ruolan's bitch, huh? [door closes]

Brick, what the fuck, man?

What the fuck is this guy doing here?

This guy's got some business with you, Cliff.

[Cliff scoffs]

What the fuck's he want with me?

I know what you did to Wyatt, motherfucker.

Still feel like taking a swing at someone?

Huh?

[chuckles] What, you fucking kidding me?

Yeah, I'm a barrel of fucking laughs right now.

Brick--

You gonna let this guy roll up here

and disrespect us at my house?

I think a bat's pretty good odds.

Let's take care of it, son.

Yeah. Come on, son.

All right. Fuck it.

You want a fucking piece of this, old man?

Dalton fucking Hunt, you fucking dinosaur.

I don't need a fucking bat for this old fucking dinosaur motherfucker.

I don't even need the bat. I don't fucking need the bat, but I'm gonna use it.

This motherfucker is just trying to get out the fight.

You're trying to play crazy so you don't have to hit my fucking boy.

You don't want to fight my boy, do you, huh? Section 8 motherfucker.

That's what you want. You want to not have to fuck with my boy.

Fucking pussy. I bet you're gonna put up a little bit more of a fight

than your crippled-ass friend, huh?

You flinching? You fucking pussy.

I shot the fucker-- Let's see it.

Wahle,

see you on Saturday.

Mm-hmm.

Not now.

� My town, baby � � Right, uh-huh �

� Code red � � They want it now �

� I sure am gonna blow it down � � Timber �

� What you gonna do now? � � Run �

� [continues]

Yo, Hunt.

Aw, not this again.

Yo, man, I don't want any more trouble.

Yo, man, I saw you on TV.

And what? I suck?

Well, you ain't no public speaker, but you got good hands.

You can fight like a motherfucker.

But you know that punk bitch Colin Wahle?

Do me a favor.

Fuck his ass up for me tonight, yo.

That's what's up.

All right.

[snaps fingers]

Peace out. Come on, boys.

Let's move.

� Make money, get funny, it's the C.R.T. �

Yeah, I knew he'd come around.

Still can't play football worth shit,

but he got it.

� [rock]

Hey.

This is a big night.

You're a good lay, and we make money together,

so don't fuck this up.

What a crazy bitch.

[sighs]

How you feeling?

Honestly,

I'm scared.

Well,

not for long.

You'll see.

[crowd cheering]

Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time

for your main event!

[cheering continues]

Folks, this has gotta be one for the ages.

Dalton Hunt has come out of retirement

to face the current champ, Colin Wahle, in a three-round

non-titled fight. Yes, indeed.

The Brick, as he's known to fight fans,

has blasted his way through the R.F.C.

and is now just one win away from the all-time record.

But I doubt he's had to face anyone like Hunt in his career.

It's gonna be a doozy.

The challenger tonight

is a former R.F.C. champion

making his first appearance in the ring in five years,

standing 6'2" tall,

weighing 220 pounds,

Dalton Hunt!

� [rock] [cheering continues]

[yells]

� [continues]

And coming into the ring next

is the R.F.C. Heavyweight Champion of the World,

with an outstanding record

of 20 wins and zero losses,

standing 6'4", weighing 250 pounds,

Colin "The Brick" Wahle!

� [rock] [cheering continues]

Yeah!

Yeah!

� Bless my soul, but I can't fight it �

� No control, but I'm excited �

� Kills the time, and I can't waste it �

� Blood is mine, and I can taste it �

� Cut my mind, but I don't need it � [jeering]

� The more it hurts, the more I feed it �

� Screw the hope, but I won't make it �

� Hear you scream, but I can't break it � [jeering continues]

� Addict, addict, addict �

� Now you're fucking joking �

All right, fighters. Join me in the center of the ring.

All right. Y'all both know the drill.

If I see anything get out of hand, I will stop it.

Watch the shots to the back of the head.

And keep it clean. Got it?

Touch gloves.

You know, your boy Wyatt

put up a pretty good fight for a guy in a wheelchair.

You were there?

It was almost as entertaining as you and Cliff.

You son of a bitch! [laughing]

Save it. Save it. [Referee] Corners, fighters.

Get in your corner. He's trying to get in your head.

You hear me?

Don't let him.

[Men whistling]

You should be getting some rest, Mr. Hart.

No. Hey, no. I would not touch that if I were you.

[yelling]

You go out there and fight your fight, all right? You hear?

� [rock]

[bell dings] [crowd cheering]

You're gonna have to do better than that.

[Grant] They're both being really careful with each other.

[Todd] I don't know if Wahle's got much to worry about.

This could just be a show of respect.

� [continues]

How you like that, motherfucker?

[Grant] I think the champ might've felt that one.

[grunting]

Now we're seeing why the champ is the champ.

Get in there!

Finish him!

Tap out, old man. Not gonna happen, asshole.

[grunting]

Hang on, Dalton!

Fighter, you okay?

You okay? Fine.

Tap out.

[Grant] He's all over Hunt. This could be it.

Come on, Dalton. Come on.

Hang on! Take it!

Tap out, old man.

Not gonna happen.

[bell dinging]

All right. Separate.

All right. Good boy.

You look good out there. Looking good, huh?

There you go.

Hey, stop messing around.

If you want to fight, give it to him.

Hear me? Give it to him!

Sit down and shut up, woman!

If you can do better, you get in here.

Don't forget who the boss is.

You hear me?

How you feeling? You ain't getting tired, are you?

Not yet.

Brick hits hard.

You're just gonna have to hit harder, all right?

Now, look, he's throwing big, wide punches.

Get tight. Under him. Boom.

Upper cut. Right hooks.

Just hook in there. Get in there and hook. Use your speed.

Use your speed, all right?

Get out there now. You got this.

You got this. You got this, you hear me?

[crowd cheering]

[bell dings]

[yells]

[cheering continues]

Use your speed. 1, 2, 3.

[grunting]

� [continues]

Oh, come on, Dalton. Come on.

Hit him, Colin! Hit him!

[Grant] That looked intentional to me.

[crowd jeering] Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

A thousand swords!

[distorted] A thousand swords!

[bell dinging] [crowd cheering]

Fuck you!

Go to your corner. Doctor.

God damn! That's a fucking intentional head-butt!

Open your eyes!

Is it bad? It's pretty bad.

I can't stop fighting.

You trust me? You know it.

All right. This might hurt like hell.

[grunts]

Ain't nothing but a little old scratch, Doc.

Yeah.

[Grant] We're getting the okay.

This fight is going into the third round. [Todd] Unbelievable.

Finish him! Got it? I want you to finish him!

Finish him, asshole!

� I make it last �

� Got nothing, coming up � Fuck!

� From behind � All right.

It's time to take him apart.

You can do this.

Take him apart!

Time to bring out the swords.

All right.

� I got an earful of your flattering lines �

� You're getting good 'cause you never look him straight in the eyes �

� I'm at the area tanks, and I'm there in the hurt �

� I got a fight to incite 'cause I find you absurd �

[Wyatt] Get him, Dalton.

That's my best friend right there.

� I'm burnin' it down � [bell dings]

� Ohhhhhh �

� I'm burnin' it down �

� Ohhhhhh �

Yeah! Ow!

Son of a bitch. Get him, Dalton.

[yelling]

� I'm getting to �

� I'm gonna burn it down �

� Ohhhhhh �

� Gonna burn it down �

� Ohhhhhh �

[Grant] Holy shit!

The fight has spilled out of the ring, folks.

Come on, Dalton. Go.

Yeah!

Yes! A thousand swords, baby!

[yells]

[crowd cheering]

[Grant] The champ is down!

You d-- You did it! We did it!

Dalton Hunt has just knocked out the champ!

Yes! Right there, baby! Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Get up! Get up, Colin! Get up! Get up!

The winner. [cheering continues]

[Victoria yelling] I'm so proud of you.

Get up!

Get up!

This the kind of show you're looking for?

Fuck you!

Fuck you! I'm so proud of you.

Dalton, how does it feel to be back on top?

Give it to me. [yelling]

Listen up.

This does not count.

Okay? You hear me?

The cage broke.

He's disqualified.

[crowd jeering] Shut the fuck up!

All of you losers,

I own this place.

I own this place! I own you!

Without me, you're nothing.

[yells] Fuck you, bitch!

That's what you get for kicking me and my daughter out of my house, bitch.

Let me go!

Now stay away from my man.

� I know that you �

You win.

Congratulations.

� It's always been you �

If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't have believed it.

But controversy or not,

Dalton Hunt fought and won like a champion.

Here's what Colin Wahle had to say for himself this morning.

I'm just here to let the fans know that old man got lucky.

That's it.

Are you ready to fight him again? Absolutely.

Just waiting for Ruolan to set the fight up.

Would you be willing to put up the belt next time?

Man, get that the hell away from me!

It's nice to see that this loss

hasn't changed the Wahle's attitude.

On an interesting side note,

Wahle's referring to Arnold Ruolan,

who relieved his daughter of ownership of the R.F.C.

following that fiasco that happened at the Luminar two nights ago.

[Todd] Hunt hasn't said whether this is a return to fighting for him,

but his strong showing has this reporter thinking

that his retirement might just be over.

[horse whinnying]

So, Dalton, you did real good out there.

So, I, uh-- Come, honey.

...got you a little upgrade. [grunts]

Wow. Super cool, Dad.

[Willy] Took a little doing, but she runs like new.

Those flames right there-- that was my idea.

I couldn't have one of my fighters

driving around in a clunker.

Gotta respect those old classics.

Believe me, I do.

But I should be giving you the truck or something

for everything you've done for me.

Yeah, what do I need a truck for?

I got my wheels right over there.

Can I pet him?

Well, sure you can, hon.

Careful, careful, careful. He bites.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

Well, all right, then. Let's take it for a spin.

Well, now, it ain't going to be that easy

because the keys are out there in the oak tree.

Is that right? Yeah.

And to prove that you're worthy

of a fine piece of automotive history like this,

you're going to have to race us.

1, 2, 3, go. Go!

Get out, Wyatt.

� [rock]

Move it, move it, move it, Dalt!

Come on, Dalton! Go! My grandmother can run faster than that!

[chuckles] My grandma's real fast, though.

Well,

Dalton's never gonna forgive me for this one.

Come on.

� I'm a renegade �

� Back out, motherfucker �

� You better tap out �

� Boo-hoo, you crying baby �

� Where you at now? �

� 'Cause I be lookin' for you �

� Me and my people lookin' ready �

� And we're lookin' for truth �

� So come and get this �

� Make it hurt, you know I love it �

� When you test this �

� Put me up into a corner �

� Be a witness �

� Yeah, this is critical mass �

� We invite the revolution, we ignite the past �

� See me �

� I'm still standing �

� I might be bleeding �

� But I'm still breathing �

� I'll never surrender 'cause I'm a renegade �

� What, what, you want some �

� Come and get some, pussy motherfucker �

� I got you where you live, nigga �

� Me, you will never control, no �

� Genocidal maniacal �

� Devil, the party's over, I'm a renegade �

� A runaway slave �

� I've been dreaming about my freedom �

� On the underground train �

� It's Armageddon you're getting, just what you wanted �

� Critical mass, freedom at last, freedom at last �

� See me �

� I'm still standing �

� I might be bleeding �

� But I'm still breathing �

� You might hate me �

� But you can't break me �

� I might be bleeding �

� But I'm still breathing �

� This dog will turn around and bite you �

� Turn around and, what? �

� Bite you �

� This dog will turn around and bite you �

� This dog will, what? � [dog growling]

How long you think I'm just gonna let you fuck with me

and not do something about it?

You think I'm just gonna turn the other cheek?

� You push me, so I'll push you right back �

� You push me, so I'll push you right back �

� You push me, so I'll push you right back �

� You push me, so I'll push you right back �