Never Back Down Page #4

- That's in a Bruce Lee movie, you idiot.

- You're an idiot. Shut up.

- You guys sound like a bunch of b*tches.

- He's a b*tch.

That was a good comeback, dude.

You know, it's funny. I just had a

conversation with your brother about that.

Ask him.

How well do you know Jake?

- We're tight.

- Really?

Yeah, but it's more of

a professional relationship, though.

- I'm his trainer.

- Cool. Awesome.

Tell me more.

More?

Yeah.

Happy?

- What are you talking about?

- You're a rock star now.

Why would you care?

Good question.

Well, looks like hotshot found himself

a new groupie, huh?

How's it going, badass?

You think I'm impressed?

Couple of wannabes in a yellow Hummer?

I could wreck you here and now.

What fun would that be?

This is a spectator sport.

You think you can make it through

the Beatdown?

I have.

Won the whole tournament twice.

That's where we'll get it on.

That's where this ends.

Not impressed.

Not even a little.

Enjoy the floor.

- Dude, where you going?

- Home.

Did you forget I drove?

I'm walking.

Barely.

You okay?

What's the Beatdown?

Get in.

Straight up elimination tournament, dude.

The freaking Super Bowl

of the Florida fight clubs.

Everybody who brawls,

they go to the Beatdown.

It's gladiator heaven.

When?

Like, sometime next month, man.

The fighters get the time and place

by text message

at the last minute.

Dude, do all you guys live

in houses this big?

Bro, this is our guest house.

Push over.

What are you doing?

- Training.

- Take off your gloves.

- I just...

- Take off your gloves.

Fight outside the gym and you're done.

Go right now.

You don't train here anymore.

Out of my sight.

Out!

Want to tell me

who did this to you, Charlie?

- Not a big deal.

- It is a big deal.

It's not like you.

- What about the other guy?

- What about him?

You think this is funny, Jake?

This is all your fault.

- How is that?

- Well, all this business with fighting.

You're the one who's supposed to be

setting the example.

- I thought that was your job.

- Well, I am trying,

but all he wants is to be you.

You think you're the only one

who gets angry, Jake?

You think you're the only one

who wants to break stuff?

I'd like to break stuff, too!

- Want to try that, Charlie?

- You sure?

Yeah, go on, break it.

- You feel better?

- Yeah.

How about you, Mom? Feel better?

Yeah, I do.

But guess what, there's still a mess

that needs to be cleaned up,

and that is my job.

- I can help.

- No, it's all right.

Get out of here, both of you.

It wasn't a fight.

I got hit with a ball.

It was an overhead,

and I took my eye off of it.

I'm sorry I lied, Mom.

I thought it sounded cooler

if I got in a fight.

Still think you don't need to

set an example, Jake?

Isn't this a little stalker-ish?

Yes, but he's not going to let you

in the gym,

so we gotta go outside.

Outside?

Dude, it's called 365 Combat for a reason.

He never leaves.

Well, he's gotta leave sometime.

Come on, dude. I mean,

we got to get you back in there, man.

We need to be training.

- We?

- I don't go back until you go back.

Cool.

Whoa, he's leaving.

Let's go, baby, let's go.

I lied, the first class.

I had every intention

of fighting outside the gym.

Is this your apology?

Okay, I lied because I wanted

to pound on the guy

that was pounding on me.

This guy, he's got the perfect life,

the perfect car, the perfect girlfriend.

You know,

I lied because I'm pissed off,

because I'm angry all the time.

I just...

I just had to say no, and I blew it.

That's all I needed to do, and I couldn't.

My dad, he was...

He was completely wasted, he was tanked.

He wanted to drive.

And I let him.

He went off the road,

hit a tree.

I made it.

He didn't.

I've just been letting my mom down,

my brother down,

getting into fights.

I don't want to be angry anymore.

The only time I'm not is...

It's when I'm in the gym

and I'm training with you.

Be at the gym at 7:00.

Thank you.

You won't be thanking me tomorrow.

That was not cool.

Tap out.

That's what I'm talking about.

Yes!

What's with the gym being open every day,

all year?

And why do you live there?

Where's your family?

Come on, I won the race.

You owe me something.

Okay.

My father moved from Senegal to Brazil

when I was very little.

My father was proud to open

a little street corner restaurant,

but he was even more proud

of my little brother, Joseph.

Right from the start, he was 10 times

the fighter I could ever dream of being.

I mean, we fought professionally,

but Joseph was truly great.

We were at a local bar, Joseph and I,

and this guy

started mouthing off to Joseph,

saying ugly things to him.

Wanted to prove his manhood, I guess,

by taking on a pro, you know?

So I wanted to stop him.

I wanted to put this loudmouth in his place

and end this ugly talk.

But, of course, Joseph,

he beat him.

This local tough guy was

so badly humiliated

he left with his friends.

He then returned 10 minutes later

and shot Joseph in the head.

My father's favorite son.

- I couldn't face him after that.

- So you haven't seen your father since.

Anyways,

you beat me once.

Think you can do it again?

Well,

I don't want to hurt an old man.

Come on, old man!

You have no way to win here.

Stop fighting back.

Change it up. Go for position.

Trap my arm.

My leg here.

Now bridge and roll me over.

Now you have a chance to get in position.

A small chance.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, you win, you win.

You win.

I get it.

But you can't always change position.

I mean, sometimes you just get stuck.

In any fight, you can always

change your position.

You just have to find a way.

- So it's on me?

- Always has been.

Always.

Deuce.

How's he doing?

He's down 3-2 in the first set.

Hey, Charlie!

I thought you wanted to go to Wimbledon!

You got this!

Quiet, please.

That was subtle.

Yeah.

It's not our strong suit.

Deuce.

- I want to make things better, Jake.

- Don't worry.

- Everything's fine.

- No, it's not.

- We're significantly screwed up.

- No, we're

tremendously screwed up.

Yeah!

There you go.

I'm just grabbing a seat over there.

Hey.

I was thinking about what you said.

And?

I think that was total bullshit,

what you did.

Wow.

This is going better than I ever expected.

But

I was the one who took the bait, okay?

I chose to fight.

You tried to apologize,

and I acted like an a**hole.

You had nothing to do with that.

Thank you.

Apologies are good.

Yeah, they are.

Anything else you need to apologize for?

It's a long list.

Hello, can I help you?

My son Jake trains here.

- Jake Tyler.

- Yes, he does.

Your son is a very good fighter.

Something every mother longs to hear.

Jake is much more than just

a very good fighter.

Is that what you say about all

the angry young men that pay your bills?

They're a lot less angry

when they walk out of here

than when they walk in.

Okay.

That's fair.

When I first met Jake, I thought,

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