Grudge Match Page #12

No, I wanted you at your best.

Well, you got it.

- Thanks for the shot.

- Anytime.

But I still hate you.

I hate you too.

Wanna do this again?

- Definitely not.

- You sure?

Yeah.

Bullshit! Fix!

- Who paid off those judges?

- Light!

- What?

- Light! We won.

Who did? What?

We won.

- We won? Get the hell out of here!

- Heh, no.

- Goddamn hearing aid.

- Yeah.

See? This is why I don't do TV.

I'm going to Sally's.

Sit down.

There's gonna be a big finish.

I wanna know if you're with me

Can't stand stickin' around

Hey!

- Now I wish I was blind in both eyes.

- Oh, wow.

See you.

- He has a certain elegance, doesn't he?

- Yeah, a little bit. A little bit.

I guarantee you, he's gonna

get some snapper tonight.

Dude, you're a pervert. Like, it

goes right to sex with you. I'm done.

Give me a towel so I can get this

vinegar off my feet. It's strong!

Why is it that strong?

It might be bad. I think

the vinegar might be bad.

Listen. If you thought Grudgement Day

was big, then this is gonna be huge.

They're talking Wembley Stadium for

the rematch. Ninety thousand people.

I can get you seven figures,

maybe eight.

Bottom line is I can get you

guys paid. What do you say?

- I'm in.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- What about you, Evander?

- No.

Come on, Evander! So the man went

a little batshit and bit your ear off.

- It's not like he liked the way you tasted.

- Taste like ass.

Did you hear?

You didn't taste good.

Mike, do me a favor?

Tell him you're sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- Mike, like you mean it.

- Sorry.

- I felt that.

- Come on, Evander. What do you say?

- No.

- I get you one month at the Playboy Mansion.

- No.

- Okay, final offer. I'll throw in a Bentley.

- No.

- I'll get you a part in Hangover IV.

- I'm listening.

- You son of a b*tch.

- Now hold on!

- Guard your ears.

- Wait, Mike! No!

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