Chavez Cage of Glory Page #5

F*** Hector, man.

That dude left his wife

and his sick kid.

Saw on the news last night.

Man, f*** you, Chavez.

I hope Cage whoops your ass...

Come in.

Is the famous Martin Chavez here?

Daddy...

How are you doing, buddy?

Not much, stronger.

I can see that. Let me see your muscles.

That's pretty good, look at you.

Are you going to fight the bad man?

- I'm afraid so.

- Can you promise me you'll win?

I promise you I can do my best.

Where's my present for not

telling me about this deal?

Your present?

It's right here with me.

It's my heart.

He's a killing machine.

What's the plan?

Prove his speed and power.

He wants to be as explosive

as he can be.

Like an atomic bomb!

- How're you feeling, Champ?

- Spectacular.

I want the Champ to knock out

the Mexican in the first round.

We can't look bad.

After all, we're the professionals.

Don't worry, I got it covered.

More hip, Champ, more hip!

I'll tell you, Hector, it made me sick

listening to him talk all that garbage

about you.

And it's all lies too.

- Somebody should stop him.

- Yes, we should do that.

He probably hold a press conference,

clear the air, let people know

what's really going on.

I don't care about

what people think, okay?

I've got nothing to prove.

I know who I am.

Yeah, but...

Champ, people might start to hate you.

- That's bad for business.

- He's got a point.

You're the one who always

tells me the truth

- always comes out again.

- Yes, I said that.

Okay so, why don't we focus on training?

And we'll do the talking in the cage.

- I like the sound of that.

- Ok, so let's train. Come on.

So that Cage, you gotta remember,

he's all muscle.

He's a wrecking machine.

The only way you can beat him

is with speed,

agility and combinations.

That's what we got to focus on.

So I stay out of his reach.

Come and do the damage, and leave.

Cause if he hits you one time,

game over.

Yeah, he's a monster.

I'm not fighting the monster,

I'm fighting the man.

I'm pretty sure he has a weakness.

We all do.

- Well, find it. Hit it.

- Hold it.

There we go.

Come on, last two rounds.

Nice. That a'boy.

Yeah, last round! Come on!

Come on, give me everything!

- It's for the money.

- Give me everything!

Put all there!

- You got it!

- What a boy!

Looking good.

Alright, good done.

- You're right?

- Yeah.

Alright guys, I've got to go

see the wife and the kid.

You deserve it.

We're going to stay and watch

the video of Cage, alright?

- And study him. Alright?

- Got it.

Give them my love.

You did good today, little brother.

You earned it.

- It's looking good.

- It's looking good.

Yeah, all good.

How long have you guys been

working together, 8 years?

Actually ten.

I was exactly 17

when your brother saved

my ass from a beat down.

Oh, yeah? What was that about?

Well, I bet on this mixed

martial arts fight at a bar...

And I won, so I went

to collect my money.

And the guy didn't want to pay.

So I started pushing him.

And he didn't like that very much.

Next thing I know, I look behind me

and the whole bar's ready

to take me down.

If it wasn't for Hector,

I would have had my ass handed to me.

I mean really.

After that we started talking,

went out and drinking

and teamed up and we've been

running together ever since.

And you stopped betting, right?

Actually, um...

I might have a bit

of a gambling problem.

But hey, you know, that's ten years.

Ten years man, we made it!

- We made it!

- That's more than 10 years.

- It's more like 30.

- 30?

Yes, our father started training us

when we were little boys.

He was a Mexican kickboxing champ.

And he worked with us. Hard.

And then, when we were teenagers

he tried to bring us to the US and...

something went down really bad.

We lost both our parents.

We got sent back,

we worked in the strawberry fields

picking strawberries.

We met an old man, an old priest.

He took us in, took care of us.

Eventually, he passed away and...

out of honor for him,

I decided to become a priest.

Man, that's a tough story, padre.

Yeah, but that's not the worst of it.

It gets worse?

Yeah, it was really rough for us

when we were little.

Our father was a drunk.

And anytime he'd lose,

he'd take it out on us.

He would beat the hell out of all of us.

My mom,

Hector, and me.

For some reason Hector

always took the worst beatings.

He keeps fighting.

A man like that...

deserves success.

Hi, I'm Gia Chavez.

I'm here for the interview

regarding my son's operation.

Just wait a few minutes,

our social worker will be with you soon.

Just fill out these forms please.

Okay, thank you.

Hello? Yes, okay.

I'll send her right in.

Chavez?

Okay baby, I have to go.

- No...

- I've got this horrible patient

- who's driving me crazy.

- What does he have?

He just had an operation but

he's so mean that everyone

in the hospital wants him to die.

Why don't you just unplug him?

All my life I've been trying to save people

and now I'm going to kill them?

- It was just an idea.

- Right.

Oh, sh*t.

You're very hard to find, my friend.

Look, I just need more time.

Sorry, time is up.

Man look, I can get you your money.

Oh, sh*t. Man...

look I can get you your money,

I swear, my fighter!

Wait a second.

- Is this your fighter?

- Yeah.

You know Hector Chavez?

Yeah, he's my fighter,

I've been trying to tell you.

He's going to win.

From one Jew to another,

you are one lucky motherf***er.

There's a way to make this work

for the good of all of us.

You sure your guy's gonna win?

You wanna bet?

And, time!

Good work.

Looking good.

I couldn't find anything on this Cage.

I think I got something.

You gotta let me do

a little more research.

Take two minutes, go.

Not too much water.

Okay bro.

There you go, Champ.

Nice sprawl. Nice, nice!

- What's happening, ese?

- I told you to leave us alone.

The only way that's gonna happen

is if you fight my man here,

- Little Juan.

- Look...

- I don't want any trouble, ok?

- It's too late.

You're already in trouble.

- Stay down!

- No way, motherf***er!

Yeah, Champ, yes!

Shoot that midget!

Shoot him!

Sh*t, you...

Let's go. Juan, vete.

- Hey.

- Hey, hey, what happened?

Mando and the other guys shot Ian.

Is he going to be okay?

We don't know.

They're operating him right now,

we're waiting.

- I have to go to Martin.

- Okay, baby.

Go.

You keep me posted, I just wanted

to come and visit Martin.

And see you.

Hector, I think I found a weakness.

I've been watching the videos,

and during one of his amateur fights

he got hit hard on the left side

of the jaw, fractured it,

that's his achilles heel.

- Left side of the jaw?

- Yes.

Got it, got it.

I have to ask you something.

I wanted to ask you this

for a long time.

We were little kids,

every time you got hit you got back up.

Why?

I always got up hoping that

the next time instead of hitting me,

he would hug me, you know?

But he never did.

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