First Match Page #5

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Besides, he's not gonna say nothing.

Where's the money?

Go ahead, feel that.

Five hundred?

- You said winner take a G.

- What you want it for?

You lucky he even let you have a fight.

It was just a warm-up.

I'll tell you when you ready

for the big leagues.

Black Moon.

Das EFX.

Special Ed? This sh*t is old as me, yo.

Who you think put me onto it?

You're a little mini-me, you know that?

Malik call me Mini Mo.

"Malik call me Mini Mo.

- Malik say I'm fine."

- Ain't even like that.

"Malik say I'm fine."

Whatever. He got a girl anyway.

Hey, listen.

F*** Malik.

You gonna be a legend.

And not just in some...

high school yearbook.

Make a name out here,

ain't nobody gonna f*** with you.

Come here.

Come here.

Gotta teach you how to duck.

You can leave now.

Ay... Que te pas?

Get the f*** out!

Lucila wants you off the team.

You and I both know you didn't

get punched in the face wrestling.

Now, tell me what's going on

with your father,

or I'll pull you off this team myself.

Ain't got nothing to do with him.

I got beef with some girl.

My dad runs one of Juan's parking lots.

I chill with him sometimes.

He got no place to live,

so he sleeps there.

This girl called him homeless, and...

I lost my sh*t.

Just 'cause I messed up,

it ain't the team's fault.

I'm gonna win. We going to finals.

He's stalling.

He's gonna spank him, bro.

We can bet money, bro.

He got taken down.

This is why

I don't watch white porn.

You are not watching

half the fight, Mo.

We can put money on the fight.

Chris been watching

the whole thing.

What's up with you?

That time of the month?

Why you all...?

Come on. Come on.

How long you been wrestling for?

Since I was ten.

Uncle wanted me to start boxing, actually.

I got punched in the mouth one time,

and I was like...

"No, thank you."

My nickname was Wrong Way,

because every time a fight broke out,

all my friends running towards the sh*t,

I'm running the other way.

They got a medical term for that.

It's called no balls-itis.

Yeah, well...

when my dad came back around...

I almost got thrown off the team.

Tried to work the corners with him

and be tough...

You, dealing? I'd have loved to see that.

If it wasn't for Coach riding my ass,

showing up to my house,

I would've dropped out.

- Coach pay you to tell me that?

- What?

F***, no.

You sound like one of them guest speakers.

"Stay in school, kids. Don't do drugs."

Yeah, well...

would've been one corny ass gangster.

Damn, what do all these schools

want you for?

- These the good schools.

- 'Cause I put in the work.

Not like you. Look at yo ass.

You just faking.

You think you a real wrestler.

- Whatever.

- You think you're a wrestler.

Now who the king?

Please...

- I thought you had more class.

- Ain't what you think. Nathalie.

It ain't what you think.

- How about what I see?

- It ain't mean nothing.

- What are you talking about?

- We don't mean nothing.

Nathalie, just...

- You f***ed him?

- Move out the way.

You know she's pregnant?

- I'm not playing.

- She was right.

You'll let anybody f*** you.

I'm ready for the real sh*t.

Gotta get the f*** out of here.

Watch these girls and learn.

The underhook.

Fake and set single. Snap down.

Good. Shuck. Release that forearm.

Circle. Good, do it again.

Good.

All right. One, two.

That's not an underhook.

You holding hands with him, Tyson.

Who taught you to shuck? Do it again.

Actually, Coach...

I'm kinda having some... female issues.

You worried about weight?

Nah, I'll be good if I don't eat.

I just...

What color do you like?

I'm not allowed to have nails

'cause of wrestling.

I make nice for you.

Good luck for tomorrow.

How come you never had your own babies?

God no...

God wouldn't let me.

Okay, listen up. Remember...

there's no such thing as losing.

There's only winning...

and learning.

I want you to take pride

in how far you've come,

and have faith in how far you can go.

All right? Bring it in.

Give me some love.

- Winners never quit.

- Quitters never win.

- One, two, three!

- Hedgeman!

- Three, two, one!

- Huskies!

Hedgeman High

is happy to welcome Garner

for the last match of the season.

I know you're all excited.

We'll be getting started in a few minutes.

How you feeling today?

- I'm good.

- Good.

I'm counting on you.

Get the hand-off! Look away!

We've got a takedown. One. Two.

You got it! You got this!

You got this! You got this!

Okay, let's go.

Top man, work something.

I know sh*t got messed up the other night.

I crossed the line. Big time.

We family now.

I got a family.

Really?

What kind of father does that

to his daughter's face?

What kind of father

ditches his kid for college?

Look away. Rip 'em off.

There you go.

That's a warning.

Better work something, top man.

That's one.

Two.

Three.

Four.

That's two near falls.

Continue to work.

Come on, ref, make 'em wrestle!

One.

Two.

Three.

Two near falls.

Go, bottom man. Try to work something.

Don't give nothing away.

No, go to your base. Control his hands.

Get off your back!

- Off your back!

- One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Hold on three, top man.

You lose your match,

we ain't going to finals.

Then you'd better win.

- What you need all that for?

- I can't go back there now.

All right, let's go!

- Go ahead, warm up.

- What about my sh*t?

What? It's fine.

- Somebody gonna steal it.

- It's fine.

Go ahead, warm up.

Go ahead. Get in there.

We got some fresh talent

in the house.

We about to get started.

Settle down. Settle down.

Tonight, we gonna see

if King D's fresh talent

can face one of Brownsville's toughest:

Ms. Cheryl!

- Real champ right here.

- Show me your bets.

Kill her, Mama.

Show me your bets.

Listen up. Tonight's your night.

There's five Gs with your name on it.

But you gotta win.

All right, now, show your bets.

Show your bets. Let's go.

So, listen.

No biting,

no scratching, no hair pulling,

no weapons. Y'all got it?

All right, dap it up.

All right, y'all.

Come on, Mo.

You gotta fight back! Go!

Put your damn fists up!

Break it up. Break it up.

We got a fight tonight!

- Mo, what the f*** you doing out there?

- She's all over me.

You said you wanted to fight. This is it.

Now, you gonna sink or swim?

Come on, Mo, you gotta fight back!

Move your feet!

Come on, Mo!

No grabbing hair!

Stop the f***ing round!

All right. All right. Break it up.

Break it up. Hey, you okay?

Go to the corner.

You go to your corner.

Mo, next time she hit you,

just go down and stay down.

- What?

- You ain't ready for this.

- I ain't no quitter.

- Mo!

Monique!

Stay down, stay down, stay down.

Go!

Beat her ass, Mo! Beat her ass, Mo!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

That's it! That's it! We got it!

Yo, it's the police! Let's go!

Come on!

- I won. You seen it, right?

- We gotta split up.

- Where the f*** you want me to go?

- I don't know.

- Go back to the Spanish lady house.

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