Never Back Down Page #5

"Here's another kid who has a hard time

dealing with his own emotions. "

But now I see he's just afraid of them.

I know that Jake thinks

I somehow hold him responsible

for the death of his father.

Do you?

This is for next month.

- Thank you.

- Just do me one favor.

Make sure he keeps all his teeth.

My dental plan doesn't kick in

for another six months.

Here, a mouth guard.

My dental plan.

Thank you.

Jake is a good kid.

I know he is.

It's on, dude. Beatdown is tomorrow night.

I don't think I'm gonna do that, man.

Yeah, man. Right.

No, really. I'm serious.

I'm not gonna fight at the Beatdown.

What?

- Why not?

- Because that's what Ryan wants.

Not me.

Dude.

I'm sorry, man. Come on.

Let's just grab a seat with the girls.

I mean, Baja's friend has been

checking you out all afternoon.

Babes.

The one thing better than brawling.

So, you play Xbox a lot?

"Useless junk. "

You sure you don't need a bigger box?

Tools of his trade.

Those look kind of cute on you.

They're still sweaty.

- Sorry.

- No, I like it.

Get up.

I said, "Get up. "

Okay, I'm up.

Nice contact.

Two older brothers, one bathroom.

Show me.

Show you what?

What you got.

Show me.

You got good stance.

You love my stance.

I do.

Can you take it to the ground?

You see, it's about submission.

You wanna be able to make

your opponent tap out.

Tap out?

You wanna make it so painful

that they wanna give up.

I don't tap out.

You wanna tap out?

Do you want to tap out?

Okay.

Hey, Charlie.

What are you guys doing?

Wrestling.

Yeah.

What's up?

Phone. Mom.

- Okay.

- Mom.

Big wrestling fan.

Okay, okay.

Who needs a margarita?

Hi.

Yo, Aaron.

Fresh batch, baby. You want one?

No, thanks, Mr. McCarthy. I'm good.

Come on, man. Don't be a punk.

Have a drink with me.

And don't call me Mr. McCarthy.

- I'm not that old.

- Dad!

I think we're good.

All right.

If we're good, guess we're good, huh?

Are you getting smart with me here

in front of your friends?

I asked you a question.

Are you getting smart with me here

in front of your friends?

You wanna be the best,

you gotta take out the best.

All right, I can take a hint. It's all good.

- I'll see all you guys later, all right?

- So long, Mr. McCarthy.

Sh*t. Can you believe Tyler bailed

on the Beatdown?

What? Why?

He's scared of getting his ass kicked, man.

That's not the word on the street, man.

Oh, yeah?

What is it?

What is the word on the street?

My bet is that he can kick your ass.

What?

What's up?

Just hitting the mats.

You're training with Roqua.

You must be getting pretty good.

Mad Max, master of the ground and pound.

Yeah, dude.

Thanks.

So, I heard your boy doesn't want

to roll at the Beatdown.

That's correct. He's out.

Would have been sick, right?

You and him made it to the finals.

Guess we'll never know.

Take it easy.

Hey, you wanna come hang at the house?

Show some of the guys

the new moves you're working on?

Sure thing, man.

Hey, no, come on. Ride with me.

Max! Max!

Come on, dude. Jump kick some more.

Nice. Lower it.

Let's go.

- Check it out.

- Good.

Hey, man, you gotta...

You wanna kind of, like,

control the breathing.

Seriously, most fights end

because one fighter gets gassed.

And then when that happens,

dude, forget about it.

You know, we can do without

the insight, Sensei. Thanks.

Sit down, Max.

Don't laugh at him, you a**holes.

He's right.

Most guys lose because they get winded.

Right?

- Right.

- Yeah.

Come on. Me and you.

Let's teach these boys a lesson, huh?

Yeah.

Come on.

Guard up. Guard up. Guard up.

You know, you can tell everything about

a fighter from how they take the first shot.

Sh*t.

When you get tagged,

your mind only registers two thoughts,

back the hell up or get the hell in.

Dude, I don't have any gear on.

That's what it comes down to.

You're either backing out

or you're getting in.

Ryan, don't! Stop!

Jesus, Ryan!

You know, I don't think

I've seen this one on ESPN.

You just wait.

Indian Poker's gonna be huge.

See, Hold 'Em's all about luck.

This, thinking man's game.

Raise you two blues.

I got a strange feeling I should fold,

but I'm definitely gonna call you.

How do you win every time?

It is a thinking man's game.

So, you wanna wrestle?

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Hurry up. Go. Hurry up, man. Go.

Jake?

Max! Max!

Oh, no! Call 911!

It's gonna be okay, man.

Fractured ribs, six stitches

inside his lip, and a broken nose.

That must have been one hell of a fall.

You're gonna be fine,

but we'll have to keep you here

overnight for observation.

- Called your parents?

- Yeah.

Are they coming?

- We have to call the police.

- No way.

Why not?

I need to borrow your car.

Jake!

Jake, wait!

He's baiting you, just like at the party.

- This is different.

- Really?

'Cause from right here it looks like

you're giving him exactly what he wants.

Who's next? You? Charlie?

Jake, walking away and giving up

are not the same thing.

Good, 'cause I'm not doing either one.

Hey, Jake!

Jake!

Where's Max?

He's in the hospital.

That boy

whose truck Max got into, he hurt Max.

- Revenge...

- No.

Revenge has nothing to do with this.

Listen, whatever your reasons,

right or wrong,

the consequences will be the same.

That's fine by me.

Do this and you can never come back

in my gym again.

I let you get away with it once, not twice.

Wait. Wait!

What? You think this is what I want?

To never train with you again just to

give some a**hole

the show that he's looking for?

Then stop. Let it go!

The night my dad died,

I just let him drive.

I didn't even try to stop him.

Doing nothing has consequences, too.

You cannot live in the past, my friend.

Really?

If you could go back

and stop the guy who shot your brother...

- Don't push me.

- I know you would have fought that guy.

- I know that you would have...

- You know nothing.

Seven years.

Seven years, I have not seen my family,

my friends.

And every day, like the day before,

I wake up, wash my face,

look myself in the mirror,

disgusted.

Why not go back?

And face my father?

The last time he spoke to me

he said both of his sons died that night.

If that's what you believe,

then he was right.

You gave up.

Sometimes fighting the fight

means that you have to do the one thing

that you don't want to do.

You have to fight for his forgiveness.

You can't just hide here forever.

At least I can't.

I'm gonna stop this guy.

Win, lose, it makes no difference.

It ends tonight.

This is my fight.

Everyone's got one.

Jake.

No matter what happens,

control the outcome.

It's on you.

Always has been.

Come in.

I was wondering...

I don't want to lie about this.

I'm not gonna ask you to.

Hold up.

No, no, no, he's cool.

You have fun, Jake.

Everybody do what they gotta do.

Yeah.

That's right.

It's 12:
00 right about now.

You know what time it is?

Beatdown!

Lock the doors, nobody gets out alive.

It's time for the Beatdown!

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