Never Back Down 2

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What a kick!

Beautiful!

The Head Kick!

This is crazy!

Power slammed in the back!

Oh, oh, oh!

Martinez wins!

We've got some great matches

for you tonight, people, make some noise!

We've got boxers, wrestlers,

psychos, criminals...

We've got a couple of

douchebags in there as well.

Support these douchebags

people. Make some noise out there!

Isn't this f***ing great?

Yeah, you see that? That's you in an hour.

Oh, really? Why wait?

Save it.

Fm ready to go out tonight, guys.

I need some blood!

Who wants some blood out there, guys?

What the hell are we even doing here?

-Any of you guys Stokes?

-Yeah, I'm Stokes.

You're up, bro. Get some.

This one's gonna be a

barnburner people. Let's hear it.

This ends here. Tonight.

Ends?

This is where it begins.

Wow.

PS3, huh? What's your favourite game?

I don't know. Killzone 3, I guess.

-Here, let me get this.

-I got it.

I can give you guys a hand

if you guys need any help.

I'm Kurt, Mike's roommate.

Hey, Kurt. John Stokes, Mike's dad.

-Nice to meet you, John.

-You, too.

All right, so who's hungry?

How about I treat you boys to lunch?

I think I'm just gonna go unpack.

Okay.

I'll see you upstairs.

-Look, Son...

-Thanks for the ride.

Shoulders up, Zack.

All right, Zack.

Smoke and Thunder, baby.

Smoke and Thunder.

You keep droppin' that shoulder,

and any club fighter could pick you apart.

Yeah? Tell that to my last three victims.

-Listen, kid...

-Hey, look, look, look.

There's been a little change of plans,

all right?

I just got off the phone

and Jefferson pulled out.

But not to worry, all right? I got you a sub.

This guy named Ortega.

And he just moved up from Welterweight.

He's got a 4-and-3 record.

I think it's a mistake.

The fight's in three weeks

and we don't know anything about Ortega.

The guy's 4-and-3, I'm 5-and-0.

You know what that adds up to, huh?

An ass whupping for Ortega.

Even you can do basic math.

Man, educate this dude.

Title fighter right here.

You tell 'em Zack, you tell 'em.

It's time.

Tim!

Hey.

Tim!

Hey, Mom. What's wrong?

Nothin'.

Would you all leave your brother alone?

Go upstairs, wash up for dinner.

Come on, both of you.

So, what have you got goin' for tonight?

Term paper.

Okay.

The bank gave us a third notice

and they're giving us another month to pay.

You've been killing yourself ever since

Dad died to keep this house, Mom.

Just let me drop out. I'll get a night job.

No!

Go finish your term paper.

And I'll bring you something

for supper, okay?

Go on.

You know me. I'll figure something out.

Go on.

Dude, there's no way you can compare

Wonder Woman's Iasso to Thor's hammer.

That doesn't make any sense.

That's like comparing a penis to a vagina.

Oh, hey, I gottajump.

-Hey, what's up?

-Hey.

Just thought I could do a little trading.

Sure. What you got here?

-These are '86.

-Nice.

Real nice.

Some trippy stuff. This is yours?

Yep. I got 18 more just like it at home.

That's cool.

You know what, the guy

who's in charge of buying is this guy, Butler.

He's just not in today. But...

I don't know what you want to do.

-Come back tomorrow?

-Yeah, of course. That's cool.

Actually, why don't you hang onto these,

and then I'll just swing by tomorrow.

Yeah, sure. For you, yeah, I'll do it.

-All right. Thanks.

-All right, no problem.

Hey, you don't wanna, like,

go out sometime?

Not gonna happen, dork.

Hey, Kurt, check this out.

Somebody hacked the college server.

It's all over the place.

Come on. Come out with me.

No, I'm staying in, man.

Dude.

-What?

-We are college freshmen, man.

Whether you know it or not,

your body is a reservoir of raging hormones

and pent-up sexual energy. What is wrong?

Talk to me, all right? And then let's get on it.

Okay, but you cannot tell a soul.

It's about my dad.

Welcome to college, man.

Not bad for early season. Come.

Freshman crop of honeys

ripe for the taking, right?

You gotta put your bid in early.

Not a problem.

You wait till you see my man here in action.

Legend.

Pick any honey in this room,

Mike gets it done.

-Ignore him.

-Hey, hey, how's it goin'?

Legend, huh?

All right.

That one. Right there.

All right, roommate,

show him how a pro gets it done.

Seriously, dude,

that thing with your old man,

-take it out on that.

-F*** off, Kurt!

Hey.

Hey.

-Pretty cool party.

-Yeah.

"Cool."

Okay. All right,

not the most original of openers.

Let me try this again.

Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee?

So? Would you?

If I tell you I already have a boyfriend,

you promise not to take it

as some big, macho challenge

and try to steal me away from him?

I promise?

I'm already dating someone.

Get a doctor!

All right. Back and forth.

Left and right.

Step left, kick right.

Left, right.

Left, right.

There he is! Get his ass! Let's go!

I told you I was gonna get you, boy!

-What? You got something to say now?

-F*** you!

I think he's gonna start enjoying

this ass beating, bro!

Stop!

-Pick his ass up!

-Please!

What? What? You think this is a game!

I'm gonna teach you not to run your mouth.

That's what I'm talking about, boy.

What? You got something to say?

Get him! Get him!

Motherf***er!

F***!

I got something for your ass now, boy.

Hold him!

-Man, this is gonna hurt.

-No, no, no, no, no, please, come on!

-Get that motherf***er!

-Come on! Let's go!

Where you going?

Hold it!

Who this motherf***er is?

What y'all want?

We can take him.

Hold up.

We're cool. We're good bro.

We'll get you another day.

Let's go.

Thanks. Thanks, guys.

Who is it?

Mike. I was told

to come see the RA for some reason.

Nlike, the wrestler kid?

Yeah.

Enter, Mike the wrestler.

So, why'd you want to see me?

We'll get to that, Mike the wrestler kid.

But first, may I ask you,

are you a fan of the fight cage?

Do you have a taste for the savage science?

Yeah. I guess so.

Okay, great. Come on.

Behold.

So, you're behind this?

You tell anyone that,

and I'll f***ing kill you.

What's up with the clock?

That's the countdown

to the Beatdown, baby.

-The what?

-The Beatdown, bro.

It's back. Less than 100 days to go

for a second dose of ass-kicking,

skull-crushing mixed martial arts madness.

Cajun style. Only this time, I'm in charge.

Max Cooperman,

impresario of the Beatdown.

Fight's on when the clock ticks down, bro.

$20 a head, at a site to be determined.

-A tournament?

-Yeah, bro.

One night, two hours, 16 fighters.

Winner takes home a cool 10 grand

and nationwide celebrity.

Well, that sounds cool, man.

But what's that got to do with me?

As you can see, I have some spots to fill.

And you can help by talking to some of your

no-neck wrestling buddies.

I'll give you a finder's fee

and comps to the Beatdown.

-Just keep my name out of it.

-'Cause it's illegal, right?

I don't know, man. You think?

It's like a rave. Only instead of drugs,

we're gettin' stoked on mayhem.

Cops and non-believers to be avoided

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