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I'm not interested.

What? Hey, but, dude. I mean, you're...

You could enter the pantheon of greats.

We're talking significant

social profile here.

I mean, you are a natural born brawler.

I'm just not into it, man.

- Want a ride?

- No, I'm cool.

You sure? We can crank up the AC.

You can wear that flannel.

So, what? Is your car in the shop?

Yeah, yeah. If by shop you mean

showroom, then, yes. It's a new 335.

Feel free to go pick it up for me

any time you want.

It's the silver one I cannot afford.

Oh, my God. You are poor!

So, there's this party tonight

if you wanna go.

- You gonna be there?

- No, no, she's not.

She's inviting you to a party

she's not gonna go to.

Does that make sense?

Sorry. Here's the address if you wanna go.

See you there?

Yeah. Thanks.

The kid was nine. He beat me, 6-3.

So he's younger than you.

You're just getting settled in.

You just have to give it time.

My compaero!

- Man!

- What?

Whose house is this?

That is a good question.

Do you want a beer?

- No, I'm cool.

- No?

Drink, b*tches!

That's disgusting!

Number one clip on YouTube.

- Max!

- I can feel my hit counter rising.

I'm gonna shove that camera up your ass.

- I'm not here.

- Show's over.

On the dock.

I swear. It was hilarious.

- Yo, Ryan, what up, man?

- My man, Max.

You know I just came to party.

- How's it going? Good.

- Right on.

Hey, this is Jake.

- Ryan McCarthy.

- Jake Tyler.

- It's nice to meet you, man.

- Yeah. You, too.

You're from Ohio, right?

Due west. It's Iowa.

Iowa... Dan Gable,

greatest Olympic wrestler ever.

Yeah. The '72 games.

He never surrendered a point.

Exactly, man! Water.

Nice catch. Excuse me.

So, what do you make of Orlando?

Not really sure, man.

I hear you.

You know, I've lived here my whole life,

still don't know how I feel.

Bro, chicks wearing bikinis year round.

What's not to know?

Little man's got a point.

It can't get much better than this.

- Unbelievable!

- Yeah, but this ain't it.

- This ain't what?

- All this American Pie bullshit.

No. The real action is lakeside.

Force times mass equals acceleration.

Fight night!

Anyone who wants to fight gets a shot.

Girl on girl.

A little black on brown.

And my personal favorite,

battle of the exes.

Yo, crazy b*tch.

So, what do you think?

This is insane.

- Got anything like this back at home?

- Not even close. Who's in charge?

We are.

So? You ready?

Ready for what?

The main event.

That would be me and you.

Get the hell out of here, man.

I'm not fighting.

I kind of think you are.

Hey, this is it, fight fans!

Ryan "The Terror" McCarthy

versus Jake "The Gridiron" Tyler.

Yeah!

- Hold on, man.

- Hey, look, if you wanna be the best,

you gotta take out the best.

I don't wanna be the best.

We all saw that video, right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

That stuff was tight, man.

Sincerely, okay? One right hook

and the dude was stone.

Hey, Ry, I don't think Iowa's into it.

Well, we gotta give the people

what they want.

You guys ready to see something?

Yeah!

- You?

- Yeah!

I don't want to fight you, man.

I don't want to fight anyone.

You don't wanna fight?

Then what the hell are you doing here?

Then what are you doing here?

He's getting cold feet.

Oh?

This is awkward.

You two have a good night.

Ryan, he's...

Where the hell are you going?

Hold up! Hold up, hold up.

I saw the clip, and you can bang, dude.

You know what they say about the Internet.

Yes, we do.

So none of that stuff is true, then?

Not even that part about your dad

wrapping his drunk ass around that tree?

You know, I can't figure out, though,

is what... What were you doing

in the passenger seat?

Why didn't you just drive?

Wow, talk about dropping the ball there.

Get off of me!

Guess some of that stuff

on the Web is true.

It's okay. You want some gloves, huh?

Yeah. Get the gloves.

Yeah!

Come on, baby!

Go to war! Play to win.

All right, calm down, calm down.

Bring it down, bring it down.

Fight ends with a knockout or a tap out.

You ready?

You ready?

Get some, baby!

Nice right.

Cheap shot, man.

Iowa, that was a cheap one.

But you are good, okay,

and you have a good center of gravity.

But that old-school boxing sh*t, it just...

I don't know, it doesn't fly around here.

You gotta mix it up...

Stings, right? Bet it does.

Your leg's all jacked up.

Can't put any weight on it, maybe.

Now for the bad news.

It's gotta end with you looking like a b*tch

in front of everybody.

My boy's rocking!

- Get up, get up!

- Get up, farmer!

- Knockout! It's a knockout!

- Damn!

Damn, you're insane. He's getting up.

He's getting up. He's getting up!

You sent him to bed.

Dude, stay down. Fight another day, man.

Hey, Ryan!

You ain't got sh*t.

Don't worry, man. You're gonna be okay.

There's some roaches here.

You want breakfast?

Whoa.

- What about the other guy?

- What about him?

- He look worse than you?

- Yeah, maybe before the fight.

Hey, try not to say anything to Mom

about this.

Like I need to.

- Can you find your way to the bus?

- The big yellow thing?

Good man.

Good man.

Oh, my God, that new kid

got his ass handed to him.

The flannel kid, Ryan wrecked the dude.

He kicked his ass.

What's wrong with her?

- What do you want, Charlie?

- It's Max Cooperman

and Baja Miller.

Too easy.

- Way to commit to the move.

- What do you want, Max?

Well, you blew off school, man.

Trying to get an early jump

on the weekend.

Look, there wasn't a lot you could do, man.

I mean, Ryan, he's got crazy skills.

His dad's a psychopath.

He had him in karate before he could crawl.

But you, dude. You had heart.

It's inspiring even.

What's that?

This is just some of the best

mixed martial arts you'll ever see.

I told you I'm not into that UFC stuff.

Yeah, I got that impression last night.

Look, man, you gotta throw in some

Muay Thai, you know. Have a ground game.

Which is why I'm extending

this invitation to you again.

Dudes on that disk all train with the guy

I told you about.

My teacher, Jean Roqua.

All right, and with some technique,

bro, you can do what I can never do.

Achieve greatness.

Achieve an exit, please.

Dude, you're gonna tell me last night

didn't leave you twisted?

- Nope.

- Nobody can get their ass beat like that

- and not care.

- I can.

- Well, then hide in here.

- Maybe I will.

I bet under the bed's pretty safe, bro.

- You know, I bet it is.

- Whatever, dude.

Cool, man! How'd you find the club?

- The address on the DVD. It was real subtle.

- Yeah, hey, check it out. That's Roqua.

In trouble? Change your position.

Now, see, you got me.

It's hurting me, hurting me.

Right? And squeeze.

Whoa, dude, dude, dude, the shoes!

Take your shoes off.

Mr. Roqua, Mr. Roqua,

I'd like you to meet Jake Tyler.

He's interested in taking classes here.

People who come here

for the wrong reasons, they never last.

- Walked into a door.

- Must have been a big door.

- So when can I start?

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