Fight to the Finish Page #6

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- Sorry.

I don't Want

to fight this guy, Dad.

But, he kept

pushing and pushing...

Sean, how many times

do I have to...

Dad... listen to me.

For one second,

please listen to me.

I've decided to sign up for

the Fight Future competition.

What?!

No, it's not worth it, Sean!

It is not worth it.

You have got

to think about this.

It's all I've been

thinking about, Dad.

This can get ugly.

He's not going to stop,

until I make him stop.

What happens the next time

we meet?

If he can fight me

in my own house,

he can fight me anywhere.

Anywhere!

No, he's going

to have to respect the ring

or lose whatever little

street-cred he's got.

You can't fight for revenge.

If you are going to be

a professional fighter,

then you've gotta learn

and understand

that you gotta take

the good with the bad.

I never said I Wanted

to fight professionally!

I'm not doing this

for Mom or you!

I'm doing this for me.

Do you understand that?

Alright, son.

I'll respect whatever decision

you decide to make.

Can you live with it?

I think I can, yeah.

OK. I love you.

And, yes, I will

talk to your mother, again.

I'm really sorry about that.

Yeah, I know you are.

Not as sorry as I am.

I'm sure someday

she'll understand.

Yeah, she will.

She'll understand.

That day will be when she

walks into one of your fights,

wearing one of your t-shirts,

that says,

"My son is the champ!"

- Wow!

- Yeah, how about that?

That's... that'll be something.

That will be the clay.

Yep. That will be the day.

Tell you what...

Tell you What I'm going to do.

I'm going to make

a few phone calls around here.

I'm going to find you the best

trainer there is in this area.

Not necessary, Dad.

I already got one.

One of your old training

buddies... Silas Gooding.

No. No, he's not

going to train you.

The only thing Silas Gooding

trains is dollar bills!

- He doesn't care about you, Sean!

- How do you know that?

Because I found out that

he was betting on the fights.

And he was getting

rich doing it.

He asked me to join him.

Then he hit a dry spell,

and do you know What happened?

He almost lost his life.

I don't want you anywhere

near that slimy piece of trash.

I can handle it.

Sean, this is a game

about money!

Will you trust me?!

For once, just trust me.

I am not asking, Dad.

Alright, Sean,

but you remember this, always:

Resolve comes in many forms,

but the most misunderstood

form of resolve

is fighting

for the Wrong reason.

Don't you forget that.

You be real careful.

Hold up. Hold up.

Whoa, Whoa. Hey!

Big Jeff, long time no see;

Especially in here.

You looking to get

back in the ring?

No, I came by to tell you

to leave my son alone.

He ain't fighting for you.

He's a grown man. I'm sure

he can think for himself.

I don't need you

to tell me about my own son.

I came by here to ask you

to leave him alone

with all of that pro crap, OK?

Wait a minute.

Who do you think you are,

coming back in here

after 15 years

and trying to tell me

What to do?

Look, you're the champ anymore.

And, neither are you.

Hey!

What is it this time?

The mob after you? The bookies?

You tried to get me involved with

those little schemes of yours right,

so you've got the little

kids doing it now?

You lost and I won.

They picked a champ, a real champ, me!

You leave him alone.

OK, OK, OK.

Under one condition.

What?

You and me,

we go one more round.

- Are you serious?

- Are you scared?

No. I'm not scared.

I've never been scared

of anything in my life,

particularly you.

This conversation is over.

And you have been warned.

Alright, alright, alright.

This could work out

for both of us.

Just leave him alone!

Jeff. Somebody call 911, now!

I need some help over here!

Hurry up, let's go,

come on, hurry up!

I need some help over here,

let's go!

This guy

just had a heart attack.

Sean!

Hey, little man.

How you holding up?

I'm OK, I guess, but I don't

think Mom's doing very well.

I think she's still mad at you.

I'll talk to Mom.

You don't worry about that.

Take care of her

While I am gone, alright.

You're the man of the house now.

I Will.

I miss, Dad, already.

I do, too.

Hey, brother.

So sorry about your pops, man.

Thanks.

So What are we

going to do about this?

We continue training as planned.

I rid of Gage

and leave Silas to the streets.

The streets?

What do you mean, the streets?

Yeah, Dad said he made

some bad bets back in the day.

Nearly cost him his life.

We do this right,

the bookies handle them for us.

You serious about this?

You Want me to talk to her?

Nah, I'll handle it.

- Hey, Wait up.

- Hey, buddy.

Hey, y'all leaving?

See you, Sean.

See ya.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

Hang in there, man.

My shift just ended,

so I gotta go.

I just need five minutes

of your time and... I'll go.

I promise.

OK.

I just Wanted to say

that I am sorry

for What happened at the party.

And, I am sorry

that I didn't stay

to see you get your ass kicked.

I didn't invite him.

How did your ex

hear about the party?

- You're accusing me?

- No. I'm sorry, OK.

I'm still trying

to make sense of all this.

Melissa, I liked you from the first

moment I saw you across the hall.

And, I know when you showed up

to my party, you did, too.

I mean, you, like,

taking care of people,

and... I can't help

fighting for people and...

I can't do this right now.

I mean, everything that's happened

with Gabriel and the fights...

I mean... It's just too much.

And, I just need

some time to think about it.

My father used to say that

everything happens for a reason.

I think you are this reason. I...

Sean, I'm really sorry

about your dad.

I can't even imagine

What you are going through

and What your family

is going through.

And, I Want to be there for you.

But, it just

wouldn't be fair to you.

I need time to heal,

and I think

that you need that, too.

I have a fight coming up...

and I'm not sure

I can do it Without you.

Fighting isn't

going to fix this.

It's not going to

bring your dad back.

But I have to do it.

Five minutes is up.

The fight community

has come to town to support

the annual

Fight Future competition.

That's right,

my favorite time of the year,

where the locals get to compete with

one another for a grand prize:

An agent, and a professional career

that can take them very far.

We're going to have

some bone-crushing,

face-bashing, classic fights tonight,

the only way it can go.

My money is

on this kid. He's huge!

He looks like he can

move buildings with his body.

They call him Gage

and whomever he is fighting

should run out of town

right now.

Call me old school,

but the guy he is fighting

is the son of a true champ.

You heard right, Sean McGill

is following in his footsteps,

and winning this fight.

And the chance to win

$100,000 dollars,

go pro and earn

a little street-cred.

9 say, let the games begin!

Who will it be,

Gage or Sean McGill?

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