Fuck him up! Fuck this motherfucker up!
He's a bitch! Come on! Let's go!
Come on! Tastes great! Less filling!
Come on! Let's go! Come on!
Murder this pudgy motherfucker!
Come on, Mac!
Come on! Let's go! Come on!
Keep those hands up. Keep those hands up.
- There you go. - This is it! Fuck him up, Mac!
Fuck him up Mac!
You suck!
Hey, yo. Come on.
Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths.
Come with that overhand right, Mac.
Beat this motherfucker down, Mac!
This fat motherfucker!
All right, hey!
Nice first round!
Looking good... Light and fresh.
- How you feeling? - Terrible. Fucking terrible.
Well, I'll tell you this much... You look great.
Water him down, Nate.
Hey, you got to listen to something.
I need you to hear me now. I need you to look at me.
I need you to understand one thing.
Look at me, Mac, right in the fucking eyes right now.
- Pussy hates a loser. - What?
- Pussy hates a loser. - Pussy hates a loser.
- Okay. - What does pussy hate?
- Pussy hates a loser. - Okay.
We're fighting in the junkyard for a reason, 'cause you a junkyard dog!
Come on, Mac!
You're a bull master motherfucker!
Fuck this boy!
_
Come on.
He don't like it! He loves it!
Mac, come on! Come on, Mac!
- Oh, shit! - Oh-ho-ho!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Yeah!
Whoo!
- Get off me! - That's my boy!
That's my boy!
I'm sorry you had to see this.
Whoo! Ahh!
Mac, you motherfucker!
Jay, stop fucking him.
Jay, get the fuck off me!
Why are you doing this?
- synced and corrected by Caio - - www.addic7ed.com -
Blue, red, blue, triangle, orange.
All right, bud. Anything you want.
Yeah? Anything I want?
Yeah.
Aah!
- Ohh! - Yeah!
That's what I'm talking about.
Nice!
Is it wrong that I want to fuck this gun?
It would be wrong if you didn't.
Short barrel, primary weapon system rifle with trigger work.
Modified stock, triad flash suppressor,
eotech sights, and a viking sling.
I don't know what the fuck you said, but I will take it.
- It looks good on you, bud. - Yeah, man.
- I want the SIG. - All right.
And, uh...
Give me this Gen 3.
- 17-round mags, yeah? - Yeah, goddamn right.
- Fuck you, California. - My man.
Do all three for $5,500.
- $5,200. I like that. - $5,500, buddy.
- You're all about the money. - Big fight tonight, huh?
Ryan's first title defense.
Yeah. Big for Jay, too.
- How they looking? - Ryan looks great.
Jay's got a stupid fucking haircut, but he looks good.
It'll be a good matchup, so we'll see how it goes.
Yeah.
- Want a ticket? - Yeah, man.
- Any way I can bring my wife? - Yeah.
- I'll leave a couple tickets at Will Call. - Cool. Thanks.
- Good to go. - $5,500!
You should be taking that to my truck.
Hello?
I'm lovely, Garo. Why are you calling me so early?
What? No.
I'm not listening to this.
No, 'cause you know it's bullshit.
You know what? Fuck you. I'll see you tonight.
Yo!
What the fuck?!
I got to come collect you at the door?!
You dirty little debutante, you.
Hmm?
You make a puppy work?
What the hell happened here?
The chicken after the weigh-in, bro.
Huh?
The chicken after the weigh-in.
- I heard you. - I puked, man.
I puked, and I stopped that, but I can't stop shitting now.
I got no sleep. I don't think I can go tonight.
Are you fucking kidding me?
The champ does not pull out of a fight over a few juicy poops.
Dude, I'm dead, Jay.
Come on, dude. You're not fucking dead.
You're alive. You've got vitals. I'm getting you to the gym.
Mac's gonna nurse you back to health, boy.
How did Mac's fight go?
Beautiful, dude. He won.
I mean, it was a walrus fight, but it was primo.
I was legitimately fucking aroused. Hard as a fucking ox.
Come on.
Up, up, up, up, boom!
- Let's cruise. - Yeah.
Oh, I got to tell you something, man. I hate this fucking house.
Free is free, dude.
Where did it happen?
- Keith's mom? - Yeah.
Back bedroom.
With a fucking hammer.
With a fucking hammer while she was sleeping.
- Have you ever been back there? - No. Hell, no.
Come on, let's go before I have to shit again.
Ah!
Where's Ryan?
- Huh? - Ryan, Ryan, Ryan.
Uh, Jay's picking him up.
All right, Joe, I want you to clear this place out when they get here, okay?
Fight night, guys. Big night. Big night.
Hi, Casey.
Joe, one more?
Wait, and you said you were done.
Hey, it's... it's three minutes. One more.
Hey, you.
- Good morning. - Hi, Shelby.
- What's going on? - Mm, not much.
You got a bunch of messages and some ticket requests for tonight.
- Who called? - A bunch of people.
I wrote it down.
You know, writing a message down
is different than delivering the message.
It doesn't do me any good simply knowing it exists... Shelby.
I think Confucius said that.
Um, the hot water's out again, too, and the alarm's being weird.
Right, isn't that Lisa's department?
Right, I just thought because of the baby...
Hmm.
About 15 pounds overweight.
Well, she's... She's pregnant, Shelby. She's not paralyzed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys!
What's going on?
He ate a filthy bird.
Lisa needs to talk to you right away.
- About what? - She's in her office.
- Go see her. - I got to take a piss.
Okay.
Are you sick?
Yeah, if food poisoning is sick. Coming from both ends.
- What time did this start? - About 1:30 last night.
- Did you get any sleep? - No, not a wink.
Keep anything down?
I don't know, I haven't puked in a couple hours. I don't know.
Mac! Mac!
Hey, what's up, coach?
- I.V. in the lounge right now. - Oh!
- He needs it, all right? - Not looking good. Yes.
Get some rest. I'll be right in. I'll be right in.
Good morning, Mrs. Prince.
Hi.
How are you two feeling?
I hate everything. Can you shut the door?
Sure, no problem. Look, I don't want to...
I don't want to overstep my bounds here, but...
If you need somebody to... Massage your perineum...
- You're the guy? - I'm that guy. Dr. Jay.
Oh, my God, Jay. You are so sweet. Thank you so much for stepping up.
You're welcome. So, what's up?
Hassan pulled out of the fight.
He says he strained his MCL.
Doing what? I mean, getting out of fucking bed?
- I know. - It's the day of the fight, Lisa!
His manager called Garo this morning.
I-I'm sorry.
I know that you're disappointed.
Fuck disappointment!
Are you kidding me? This is the second time in four months, Lisa!
What the fuck?!
This is a business decision for these guys.
You're a great fighter with an average record.
There's no upside to fighting you.
What do you want me to do with this information?!
I fuck up, I don't get a fight.
I do great, I still don't get a fight.
I'm a little confused.
I know. Jay, it sucks.
- It sucks? - Yeah.
Hmm. What the fuck are you doing about it?
- I'm working on it. - How?
I don't know. I... But I'll figure it out, okay?
You'll figure it fucking out? You want to manage me?
- You want to be my manager? - Yes.
Then manage to get me a fucking fight.
Jesus fuck! Fuck!
Hit him right in the throat.
He dropped like somebody unplugged him. It was awesome.
And then, uh... And then Jay humped me.
I got video on my phone if you want to see it.
- Oh, man. - Check this out.
How's my guy?
Uh, good. I just, uh...
He just started the second bag of fluids.
You're good to go tonight, right?
Yeah, I think so.
You think so, or you know so?
'Cause Morant's a tough son of a bitch, man.
He could hurt you.
No, there's sponsors coming tonight. I'm not gonna pull out of the fight.
- You sure? - I'm good.
- I'm just gonna sleep. - You need some food, too.
A little solid food, try to keep it down.
- Mac. - Yeah?
Alvey.
Did you know about my fight falling apart?
I just found out. I just found out, and I'm sorry.
What happened to Hassan?
Hassan... fucking Hassan, all of a sudden, has an MLC.
Ah, ah, easy.
What, they can't... There's nobody else?
Nobody. I take all. Nobody takes me.
All right, Lisa's gonna handle the situation, okay?
Just relax.
Don't get yourself crazy.
It sucks.
I'm not even fucking worried about it
'cause tonight is about you.
Yes, sir. Yes, champ. Tonight is about you.
I'm gonna go home. Mackles, you're coming with me.
I'm gonna have a burrito. I'm gonna have a few Martinis.
I'm gonna put on my finery.
And I am going to cheer for you
like a Peruvian girl at a Michael Jackson concert, 'cause you know I love you.
I'll see you tonight... Champ.
All right.
I might even love you.
- Oh, shit. - Yes, sir.
Mac, when you've concluded your nursing services,
I expect to see you back at the chalet.
- Kick some ass tonight, bro. - Sorry, bud.
- Fuck! - I fucked up the toast.
Oh, yeah.
I need you to work a double next week.
No. What? No.
I don't want to work a double. I worked two last week.
Tim's got mono.
- What about Chauncey? - He's out of town.
- Well, what about Madison? - She ain't gonna do it.
She never has to do anything.
Seriously, has she ever cleaned the grill? No.
Has she ever emptied the grease trap? No.
She's in school. She works 15 hours a week.
But I'm trying to help you out.
Oh, lucky me. A double. Thank you.
You always give me the worst schedule.
Why you always got a problem?
You keep saying you want hours. I'm giving you more hours.
What the hell you want?
Nothing.
I'll do it.
How badass is that thing?
Yeah, this is very practical.
You definitely needed to buy this.
When the shit goes down, Sonny boy,
you're gonna be running to Big Papa's house.
Big Papa's house.
Here. Help me out.
I'm trying to get more tape on Barnes.
I've seen enough.
- Well, it can't hurt to see more. - You're right.
Lisa's gonna set up some press for you the week before the fight.
I know you hate it, but first fight back...
No, I'll do it. It's fine.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What?
You're very relaxed. It's disturbing.
I'm not taking this guy lightly or anything.
I'm just fucking ready to fight.
I know you are. You busted your ass.
I'm proud as hell of you.
Thank you.
You're not in your head. I like that.
You're off that shit, too, right?
The HGH that you think I didn't know about?
I know you had an injury and it was necessary,
but you get popped, and that follows you your whole career.
So we are done with that, yeah?
We're done. I'm off it. I'm clean. I swear.
Handsome kid.
Go see if, uh, Ryan needs anything, okay?
Yeah.
- You good? - Yeah.
All right.
Nothing's loaded.
Don't forget we're going to see Garo to look at that Brazilian.
- Where are you going? - To go and see another fighter.
- Anyone I know? - Alicia Mendez?
She's young.
Mm, young's good.
You gonna bring those home?
I'm not gonna leave them in a gym full of maniacs.
See you there.
Okay. Bye.
Ah, fuck.
Motherfucker!
Fuck!
So, where are you training now?
At Team Elite in North Hollywood.
Just trying to get out of there.
It's a good gym. You're not happy?
It's all right.
You know, it's just... It's not the right fit.
Why, did Marco try to fuck you?
He kept asking me out to dinner.
And then you keep saying no and then he'll cancel your privates
and no one wants to roll with you
and then you're the lonely girl in the corner hitting a bag.
That's pretty much exactly how it happened.
Or it could be that he's lost interest
'cause you've lost your last three fights in a row.
- Yeah, maybe. - It's not.
It's the not fucking him, but your record isn't helping.
I'm sorry. Why did you even call me here?
I want to sign you.
I think you're a really talented fighter who's gotten some really bad advice,
or maybe none at all, and I want to change all that.
What do you mean? I mean, what can you get me?
Right now? Probably nothing.
Look. You're 1-3, and you're not getting any better.
You're taking bad fights with girls with way too much experience.
Well, Marco says I need to take what I can get.
Yeah, no, and if you keep doing that,
uh, you'll end up fighting in Palm Springs
until you're mercy-killed by the commissioner.
Well, how else am I supposed to get experience if I don't take a fight?
My job is to build your career.
I'm gonna find you the right fights at the right time.
The sponsors and all that shit will come later.
You're a beautiful girl, but that's not gonna happen without a plan.
If I go with you, will I be able to train with Alvey?
I can't promise that, but he'll evaluate you.
I told him about you, and, uh, he's hoping you'll come by the gym.
Ohh!
Yeah, I miss your old house, man.
Fuck my old house, dude. I like this place.
I get my own space here, Mac.
Ohh!
I got... I got my own theories about this whole fucking thing.
What thing?
You know, about the whole business industrial complex of the sport.
Sport, you know? See?
It's fucking... It's like I'm a fighter, dude.
I'm a fucking fighter.
I'm not a sportsman, sir.
Jesus.
- Have you ever read Sigmund Freud? - I know who he is.
He's fucking amazing, man.
For instance, do you ever get depressed?
Huh?
When I think about my grandpa, all right?
Like, uh, he was more like a father.
No, Mac, I'm saying, like, for no fucking reason,
like you're sitting in your house and you can't manage to do another fucking thing.
You can't motivate.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what that is.
That's fucking Freud, dude.
That is anxiety, and you're having it because you are suppressing your impulses.
All the shit that is built into you...
Fucking, fighting, surviving... All the animal shit.
Um, but, however, the... We have to have that,
otherwise, you cannot have a functioning society
'cause you're gonna get motherfuckers like me
who go around stealing everyone's fucking property and women.
You have to suppress. Yeah.
Uh, uh, it just makes... Makes me really sad.
You know, fuck, man.
- No, no, no, no, no, no. - That's what I'm saying.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, no. No, no, no.
What are we talking about, Jay?
Wh...
What?
What... what... what... What I'm talking...
What we're talking about, Mac, is that...
- What? - Look, I'm...
I'm... I'm...
Everybody's too fucking careful.
F-Fighters fight, dude.
Fuck! That's all they do.
Huh?
True statement?
Hmm? "T" or "F," fucking Mac?
Yeah, I get... I agree.
Ga-Ga-Ga, you sound, um, uh, dubious.
It's... it's an oversimplification.
See? That's the infection right there, dude.
Hassan is... Fucking Hassan's trying to curate his record, and, yeah.
No, that's bullshit, dude.
Hassan's fucking stealing from me, Mac, by bitching out.
And that...
It gives me anxiety, man.
It gives me fucking anxiety.
Should we clean this all up before your Mom comes home?
Go... hey, hey...
Dude, my Mom's working a fucking doble today.
Line it up, Mac, with your fucking forearms, dude.
I want to march to fucking Bolivia and back, motherfucker.
Get that shit going.
We have a really long night, Jay.
All right, dude. We got to set a pace.
We got to make it all the way to the end.
This is my fucking pace, Mac.
You will not fucking suppress me.
I'm Martin Luther King, dude. Watch out, bro.
That... You cannot say that.
I get the worst hours of anybody there.
"If nobody wants to work that shift, give it to Christina."
In the meantime, this Madison girl, who has gigantic boobs,
has Jamal wrapped around her finger.
I wouldn't be surprised if she's making the schedule.
Why don't you just tell this guy what hours you want to work?
It doesn't work that way, honey. Haven't you ever had a job?
That's actually not good.
I get paid to fight.
Yeah, but you need to know what it feels like to have a boss.
Why do I need to know that?
Well, pardon me, Your Highness.
You're getting a little cocky.
It's actually very attractive, Nate. Women like it.
That's good to know, Mom. Thank you.
- How's Casey? - She's good.
Hmm? You two doing okay?
All good.
She's not going crazy with you training?
No drinking, no good food, no sex?
- Are you almost done with that? - Almost.
Is your brother ready for his fight tonight?
The guy pulled out.
- Oh. That's too bad. - Yeah, it sucks.
So... so, is he gonna be home tonight?
We're gonna watch Ryan.
Hmm.
Well, I guess I'll just have the house to myself... Again.
No, I'm not fishing for an invitation.
I'll just sit at home and do my nails
like some old retired lady whose friends have all died.
You're not retired. You work at the Patty Palace.
You're a little jerk.
So, I'll leave some tickets for you at Will Call...
And then just text me when you're there, and I'll bring you back to meet everyone.
- Hey, are you married? - No, but, uh, we're together.
It's Alvey's.
Any other questions for me?
Look, I'm gonna be straight up with you.
I really like you, and I think this could be great.
I just...Wonder what's gonna happen when the baby's born.
What do you mean?
When you're busy being mom, I mean,
who's gonna be making phone calls for me?
Me.
Nothing's going to change. All I need is a phone.
Oh, shit, you parked in the red.
There's nowhere to park.
Thanks for lunch.
There he is.
Do you got everything?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
All right, come on. Let's go.
This is the way he put it...
He says, like, a shark bit off half his asshole.
- Eddie. - Hey!
- Where's Garo? - Lisa. Hey, you look good.
Uh, Garo had a bit of a health scare. You got me tonight.
- I'm running things. Hey. - What happened?
He has what's called an anal fistula.
How did he des... Kind of like a... like a...
- It's okay. - ...Like an abscess...
- No, no, no, you don't have to... - ...In the asshole... Region?
- Honestly, please, please, please. - I'm so sorry.
That's disgusting. What are we gonna do about Jay?
Ohh, I am so sorry about Jay.
Mm-hmm.
What are you gonna do? It happens.
No, it doesn't happen.
- You guys got to lock down these fighters. - Locked.
- It's getting ridiculous. - I hear you.
- And also, just a little FYI... - What's that?
- Jay's on the rampage. - Whoa.
Why are you pointing at me?
Hassan fucked him over. It's not us, all right?
- We're hurting, too. - Fix it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on?
Hey! There he is!
What are you doing here? Where's Garo?
Uh, his fistula went ape-shit this morning.
Stop, stop, stop.
Stopping.
Where are these Brazilians I'm supposed to see?
Follow me, my friend. Follow me.
Garo thinks you're gonna love this guy.
23 years old. Tough, mean son of a bitch.
Raised like a dog straight out of the favelas, right?
And get this... this guy, he can't even fucking read.
I don't care if he can read. I just want to see him.
Ah! Fabricio!
Ah, just kidding, man. Just kidding, right?
Hey, how you doing? Alvey Kulina. Nice to see you.
- Right? - How are you?
This guy's a fucking beast, huh? Beast.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Guy speak English? - What? No, man. No, not a word.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm positive.
- I'm positive. - I know this guy, man.
He's been knocking around for a couple years.
No, no, no. You're thinking of somebody else.
- No. - Somebody else. He's new.
Yeah.
Look at him. He's like a piece of jerky.
He's 23 like I'm 23.
He's too old. I got no time to train him, okay?
Maybe he's 25, 26.
Tell Garo not to waste my fucking time.
And, idiot, he speaks Portuguese, not Spanish, okay?
Okay, first of all, same thing.
Second of all, Garo specifically inst... Al...
All right. Fuck!
Next time.
Tiempo. Next fucking time.
Fuck me.
Looks like I got that new job.
We're slashing prices on all...
It's a nice house, yeah. No, it's cool.
What's that? How's the fistula?
What's that?
No, it's good. It's good.
Yeah, it's a good house. It's full.
I mean...
What's that? No. I talked to Lisa.
Yeah.
Hey. Hey, pal.
- Hold on a second. - Hey, okay.
- What? - Do you know where Garo is, by any chance?
- Yeah, I'm on the phone right now. - Oh.
- Yeah, he's helping. - Hey, Garo, it's Jay.
- Yeah, let me call you back. - How you doing?
Garo, let me call you back.
- I feel like this is his fight promotion. - How's it going, Jay?
- Yeah, it is. - No, I'm doing all right.
- He's home sick. - He had a bit of a...
- Oh, shit. - ...Fistula thing.
It doesn't matter. Good to see you.
Hey, sorry about the fight, all right? I talked to Lisa.
- We're gonna take care of you, okay? - Great, yeah.
How do... how do... how do you figure you're gonna do that?
I don't know. We're gonna get you on a big card, all right?
- Big card. - Big card. Big card.
But maybe... maybe I don't want to be on your big card.
Maybe a fighter such as myself deserves better
- than your ghetto-ass fucking promotion. - Step back a little bit, Jay.
These are the thoughts that start going through my mind
- when you deny me my fucking right to work. - You know what? Fuck you, Jay.
- Oh, "fuck you"? - You just crossed the line, all right?
- I will take a little shit from you. - I will fucking...
I will eat a little bit of shit... a bite...
- But that's it, all right? - Okay, we're good.
- Back the fuck up right now. - Jay, we're good. Jay, we're good.
- I got to go. Good luck. - We're good.
I need you to control your boy.
What the fuck you just say?
Oh, okay. All right.
Those guys, huh? Hey, Mac Sullivan, heavyweight.
How you doing, Mac?
All right, I think you run a top-notch promotion.
- Appreciate that, thank you. - I'd love to be a part of it, okay?
- Okay. - Mac Sullivan, all right?
- I'll keep that in mind. - S-U-L-L-I-V-A-N.
- I know how to spell Sullivan.
- Hey, you know? - Okay. All right.
Pull it. Pull it. Nice!
Come on. Come on. Come on. Wake up.
Go.
Hey. Champ is here.
Yes, sir!
Yo, Morant is not ready for you, son.
You better handle that business. You know what I'm saying?
All right, good. Come on.
- Whoa. Hey. - Come on. We're working. We're working.
Who is this? Quién es esta, señora?
Uh, Jay, this is Alicia Mendez.
- Yes, ma'am! - Alicia, this is Jay Kulina.
She's gonna be training with us.
You are a very beautiful young woman, Ms. Mendez.
She is.
I don't mean that to be sexually disrespectful.
Okay.
It's just that's the only thing that I know about you right now.
Gotcha.
Thank you. I like your suit.
Thank you very much. You have tremendous taste.
Tonight!
What a fucking night, y'all?!
Come on, shoot that. Just like that.
You got it, Ryan. Ha-do-ken!
- Yes, sir! - Come on. Get a drink or something.
I don't need a drink. I'm good.
I'm gonna be there to walk you out, Ryan.
- Yes, you are. - Gonna be laying petals.
- Mac. - Come on. Let's go, Mac.
Ryan, I'm gonna be there for your walkout.
Ms. Mendez, you look fine. Yes, ma'am, you do.
Give me time.
All right, come on.
I don't buy condoms. I don't use condoms, Mac.
Just not my thing.
I think that's a terrible decision.
Look at that, huh?
Hassan's boys have arrived.
- Boy, the balls on these... - Come on.
We welcome them to our home.
It's the only right thing to do.
Am I wrong? Boys, how you doing?
How's everything going over here?
How is Hassan's knee?
That's really the topic of conversation.
Godspeed to his recovery. Godspeed to all.
We've been very sanguine about the entire affair.
You know, that poor knee. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.
Mac, let these gentlemen know
the cocktails are on me for the rest of the evening
in honor of Hassan's weak knees and our big fucking hearts.
Right here.
No, I am out there, and I am killing it because I am the only guy in my region
who even understands the product that we're selling.
- My head would explode. - Yeah, right? I...
But these... These underwriters, these nutless worms, they live to kill a deal.
Mm.
I mean, I-I'm out there hunting,
and they're cutting me off at the knees
because, of course, they are incentivized to do so.
I mean, I'm really... I'm just...
I'm frustrated. Man.
But still, you must do pretty well.
This is a nice place.
Yeah.
So, how do we do this? I mean, I've got about 700 bucks.
- I could... - Shh.
Don't. Not here.
I'm... I'm sorry. I-I-I don't do this, so I...
It's okay.
- Do you have a room? - Uh, yeah.
Give me the key, you settle up here, and meet me upstairs.
It's, uh, 713.
- Dave. - Yeah?
I'm really, really wet right now, so don't keep me waiting.
Could I get my check, please?
Ladies and gentlemen,
fighting out of Navy St. mixed martial arts,
Venice, California, here he is...
The one and only Ryan Wheeler!
♪ You can run on for a long time ♪
♪ run on for a long time ♪
♪ sooner or later, God'll cut you down ♪
♪ go and tell that long-tongue liar ♪
♪ go and tell that midnight rider ♪
♪ tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter ♪
♪ tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down ♪
Protect yourself at all times. Keep it clean.
Be professional, all right? All right.
♪ Go and tell that long-tongue liar ♪
- Who's the champ? - I'm the fucking champ.
♪ Go and tell that midnight rider ♪
- Whose fucking house is this? - It's my house.
Go bust his face.
♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter ♪
♪ tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down ♪
Damn it. Fuck!
Ryan, you suck!
Come on!
Let's go, Ryan! Let's go!
Cross firm... Circle! Circle!
Oh, come on.
Throw your hands!
Sit down. Breathe. Breathe. Deep breaths. Come on.
Breathe.
Cut. Cut.
Small sips. Small sips. Breathe.
Hey, you're doing fucking great. Relax. Listen to me.
I need you to engage. Take him down.
Take him down. Take him down. Take him down.
I need points. I need you to engage.
- I need you to get aggressive. - I'm slow.
- You're not slow. - I'm too fucking slow.
You're doing fine, but I need you to throw your fucking hands,
and I need you to take him down.
Do your thing. He can't fucking roll with you.
You hear me? Say it.
- We're gonna win this fucking fight. - I'm gonna win this fucking fight.
Good. Let's finish this, all right?
Fifth and final round. Are you ready to fight?
- Go! Let's go! - Set the pace, Ryan. You set the pace.
Change levels. Shoot! Shoot!
That's it, Ryan! Come on! Let's go!
Let's go, guys, improve your position, guys. Let's go.
Work the finish, guys. I'm gonna stand you up.
Work the finish, guys.
Control. Control.
Stop. Let's go. Stand up. Let's go.
Ready? Let's go. Fight. Let's go.
Come on, let's go! Go!
Let's go, guys. Improve your position, guys!
Come on, move, move, move!
Stop. Stand up. Let's go.
Ryan, you suck!
Ready? Fight! Let's go!
Let your hands go. Let your hands go, Ryan.
Come on, showtime, Ryan. Let's go. Showtime, Ryan. Let's go.
10 seconds. Come on.
Finish!
Ladies and gentlemen,
this bout goes all five championship rounds,
so we go to the judges' scorecards.
Judge number one scores the bout 48-47 for Wheeler.
And your second judge scores the bout 48-47 for Morant.
And your third and deciding judge scores the bout 48-47
for your winner by split decision...
- And still lightweight champion... - Yeah!
Ryan Wheeler!
Whoo!
All right.
I know. I fucking suck, thank you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, guys, listen.
I just... listen, please. Okay.
Please, let me just... I just want to apologize, okay?
Uh, it... Uh, it wasn't my best fight.
Oh, really?
Uh, you guys don't know this.
Coming into this, I had a 102-degree fever,
and that's not a fucking excuse. It's not an excuse, okay?
It's just... it wasn't up to my standard, okay?
Uh, but next time, I promise I'll fucking be here.
Sorry. I'll be healthy.
I'll put on a show for you guys, all right? Thanks.
Hey, Ryan, you're a pussy!
Hey, fuck you, man.
You suck.
Jay!
Take him out! Take him out!
There he is.
What happened?
Jay's a fucking idiot. That's what happened.
Let me see.
Oh. It's nothing. You're still pretty.
Thanks.
Garo's gonna be fucking pissed.
About what?
I put on a shitty fight.
Fuck Garo. He's home with a torn asshole.
You fought sick.
He's lucky you didn't pull out and kill his whole card.
He should be down here sucking your dick.
And fuck those savages that want to see blood.
That is not your job, all right?
There were sponsors here tonight, though.
Yeah, and they raised your hand. You take the win.
- Mm-hmm. - Look at me.
Take the win.
- Yeah. - Okay.
- Good job. - Thanks, coach.
Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
What happened to your faces?
Yeah, Jay. Good question. What happened to our faces?
I was provoked.
Nate, can you make daddy a cocktail, please?
Please, please.
Well, I guess you got your fight.
Yeah.
How was your night?
It was nice. I meditated.
I'll make you a drink.
You would do that for me?
What do you want?
I would like some rum... Please.
Coming right up.
Ahh.
You're a wonderful mother.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
Fuck.
I keep getting this unknown caller. They won't leave a message.
- Answer it. - No.
I don't fucking talk to strangers.
- Come here. - Alvey, no.
Come here.
Come to daddy. Come here.
- I can't. I can't. - What?
It's the scotch. You smell like scotch.
Don't be sensitive. It's not you.
It's... Everything makes me sick.
Yeah. Oh, thanks. Makes me feel better.
I'm not gonna take it personally.
You can take it a little personally.
Oh.
I want you to take a look at this girl Alicia.
I think she's special.
Okay, after Nate's fight.
No, I know. I just... I want you to take her seriously.
I will. I'll give her a look-see.
Thank you.
Come over here.
Come here.
Hmm?
- Oh, my God, no. - Ohh.
- What? - I'm sorry.
- It's that bad? - Mm-hmm.
I'm going to bed.
Good night.
- Congrats on the win. - Yay.
- Alvey in his office? - Yes.
Fantastic. Thank you. Don't change anything.
You're perfect.
Hey. How's the asshole?
Fucking miserable. The worst pain of my life.
Take care of your ass while you still can, my friend.
Oh, boy.
What's that in your hand?
I got the pre-fight test back this morning.
Ryan popped.
- For what? - Cocaine.
Okay. I can't get a break.
Who else knows?
Just me for now.
Fuck you, "for now." What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna leverage me?
I'm gonna help you. Forget his career. This could put him back in prison.
Son of a bitch. What do you want?
I want Ryan to sign with King Beast Promotions for the next six fights.
- Six fights? - Six fights.
- How much? - The same as he made for his last fight.
- Get out of here. - Come on. Best I can do.
I can't lock this kid up for no money.
It's the best I can do, Alvey.
- Three fights. - Three fights?
Three fights. Do three fights.
- Alvey. - Do three fights.
I have to bury that test. Cocaine.
I have to hide it from the commission and possibly the police.
How long we known each other?
How much business we do together?
You're gonna leak this? You're gonna fuck me?
- Alvey. Alvey. - All these years, you're gonna fuck me?
I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm gonna help you.
I have to bury this test, okay?
And I can't do that alone, which means I can't do it for free.
It has to be six fights.
There's nothing I can do. My hands are tied.
Listen, Alvey, sometimes you have to be on the receiving end.
All in all, it's not a bad deal.
For you, it's a good deal.
For me and for him so he doesn't have to go back to prison
and for you because you hold on to your golden boy and you get to work with me.
Alvey, I'm not the bad guy.
I'm not your problem. Ryan is your problem, right?
Okay.
I have to go... Back to the doctor's.
Nobody sees this.
Trust me. I'm gonna make it go away.
Six fights.
You're with me now.
Fuck!
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