Lady Bloodfight Page #3

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I'm happy to see you

honor our agreement.

- Does this surprise you?

- No, your choice of student does.

Remember when we were young?

We used to laughed about

how the Americans fought.

They were an insult to kung fu.

You said, and I quote:

- "But they bleed well."

- We were girls then.

All we ask for is a fair fight.

In every round and in the final.

The final?

I don't see it.

Ladies, I hope this Kumite will allow you

to finally leave behind your hate

and recover the friendship

you used to have.

Our guests are loving the tension in here,

but save it for the fight, alright?

Come on.

- How are you? You look stressed.

- No.

- You're not nervous, are you?

- No.

- Tiger Balm. Smell of pain.

- Story of my life.

- You want some?

- Sure.

It's good stuff.

Gets you nice and warm.

Do you want a protein bar?

Yeah, I don't really eat...

- No?

- No.

Ever been to Phoenix?

I fought in a cage there.

Great town.

Hot as hell.

Fought in Texas too.

Behind a bar.

You're really friendly.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The first match of this Kumite...

Number two, Wudang style

versus number three, taekwondo.

You're number two, Jane.

Welcome to the jungle, darling.

- Ready?

- Ready.

Ready?

Come on, girls!

Give us a bit of a show!

The winner of the first fight is...

... number two, Jane Jones.

Just breathe.

- Shu...

- Shh. Breathe, observe, learn.

Next bout. Number five, Hong quan

versus number six, boxing.

Ready?

Ready?

The winner of the third fight:

Number five, Lam Mai Wai.

... Ziranmen versus number four, monkey kung fu.

Next bout, number fourteen...

She's finished, you psycho b*tch.

Number one, Shaolin versus

number fifteen, Krav maga.

Be quick.

Be cruel.

Ready?

Ling is the winner.

This marks the end of the first round.

Go shower.

Congratulations, madam.

This looks to be quite a tournament this year.

Our guests are very happy.

Why?

It's not the prize or the glory

that bring me back.

It's the hope that matters

between us will be settle here.

Things will definitely be settled, Shu.

Once and for all.

Check that out.

Welcome to Kumite, right?

Welcome to Kumite.

I'll tell you what.

Whoever wins this shindig, stands the

other out to a proper night in Hong Kong.

Deal?

- Yeah.

- Deal

You alright there, cuckoo bear?

Cuckoo. Cuckoo.

Cuckoo. Cuckoo.

- You don't like me, do you?

- Not particularly.

But you like everybody but me.

Because you know we will

meet on the platform.

And I will shut your mouth

for good.

Good to know, whack job.

Hey.

-Sorry, little Miss punching bag.

- What was that?

That's you. Slow. Predictable.

Easy to hit, Miss punching bag!

Easy there, vanilla and lemon.

Keep your gas for the race, alright?

Your teacher has got you thinking

you're the real deal Wudang.

I'll show you that you're not.

I can wait. Chances are she won't

make the next round anyway.

- Hey, looks like daddy's girl come alone this time.

- I don't want any trouble.

-I don't even care if you stole my money.

I just want my pictures back.

- Hey, Blondie.

You have guts to come here

treating us like thieves.

I know you have them.

I don't want to hurt you.

Woo!

- White girl gets mad.

- Just give me my pictures and I'll go.

They are worthless to you.

You mean this?

Not you.

I keep souvenir.

You want?

Too bad.

Bye bye, Daddy.

Have you lost your mind?

- Shu.

- Using your skills for revenge?

- They burned my father's picture.

- Like a fine sword cutting down stray dogs.

- I'm sorry.

- You are no longer my student.

- I lost control.

- Yes, with the art that I taught you.

And I will not stand back and

watch you lose control in the Kumite.

- Give me another chance.

- Or what? To be maimed or killed?

If you lose control, if you lose focus,

you'll have no chance.

And I will not be

a part of that.

- Shu.

- Goodbye and good luck, Jane.

Go.

THE LANGHAM HOTEL

ASK FOR ME:

This is a lot of money, Mr. Sang.

Don't screw up with us.

Your bets are safe with me, sir.

Thank you for your confidence.

You said you were the most

devoted patron of the Kumite.

I think you meant parasite.

I am a gambling man, yes.

So are you.

Difference is I'm only betting money

while you're betting... Well...

Everything.

But now, did you just

come here to insult me...

- Or is there something else I can do for you?

- There is.

I was hoping you could tell me

if you've ever seen this man.

Mm.

He does look familiar.

Is this your father?

He came here to compete

18 years ago, never came back.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I wonder what happened to him.

But here's a thought.

Your father as an American, an outsider.

Odds were heavily against him.

They kept increasing as each passing round,

just as they're increasing against you.

You see the symmetry?

It's uncanny.

So he made it

to the later rounds?

I don't recall.

I doubt it.

Watch my fight tomorrow,

Maybe it will jog your memory.

I look forward to it.

By the way...

My clients bet on your opponent.

But I have not. For now.

So win this one

for the both of us.

I have an idea.

One million becomes five million.

- You really want to take this risk?

- It'll be arranged itself.

Weapon round.

Number nine, nunchaku...

versus number seven, halberd.

Where's your teacher?

She leave you alone?

Story of my life.

Ready?

Ready?

Weapon round winner:

Number nine, Sunny Jaa.

- May I ask you something?

- Concerning?

This man, do you know him?

I believe he fought in the Kumite.

The American, yes.

Long time ago.

The one who might

have been champion

had he been brave enough

to return for the final match.

What do you mean?

Well, we wondered,

how a man who fought so well

could have lost his spirit

before the final.

Next match, weapon.

Number two, double hand sword

versus number five, guan dao.

Ready?

Ready?

Weapon round two:

Winner...

... Number two, Jane Jones.

Next match.

Number twelve, double sword

versus number thirteen, swords.

- Good sport.

- Thanks.

Wish me luck.

I'm off to cut me a psycho-steak.

- Becareful, she's not really...

- Right in the head?

Tell me about it.

These will do.

Catch a loony by the toe.

Ready?

Ready?

No! Cassidy!

Are you crazy?

Get off!

Don't you see what's happening here?

Get off of me!

No! Stop this!

You are next.

Get off of me!

Cassidy!

Get off of me!

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Get out now!

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Stop it! Stop it!

Get off of her!

Get off of her!

Hey. Hey. Hey. Oh my god.

Somebody get a doctor!

Breathe. Breathe.

You'll be okay. You'll be okay.

Look at me. Look at me.

It's okay. It's okay.

Doctor!

Cassidy?

Cassidy?

Svietta will kill Jane.

I will surely win.

This brings us to the end

of the weapon round.

We will now proceed

to the semifinals.

Next bout.

Number one, Ling Chow versus number nine...

Sunny Jaa.

F***!

F***! F***!

Walk me through this.

You win the semifinal round.

And what, that's it?

You done?

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