Never Back Down 2 Page #3

-Hey.

-Man, don't you knock?

-I did.

-Did I say come in? Hey, put that down.

-Well...

-Don't!

Okay.

Nlax, what do you want?

You got a nice little band of acolytes

out there, dude.

Warms the heart to see.

I think they might just kill each other.

Dude, I know it sucks what happened.

But you had the frickin' fight world

by the short hairs, man.

-You could still.

-Nlax, what do you want?

I'm just trying to help you.

Let me help you, man.

I can put you back in touch

with some good people I know at Strikeforce.

And all you gotta do is, you know...

All right, dude. I can take a hint. Okay?

I just hate to see a waste of God-given talent.

Which brings me to the true reason

for my little visit.

You need cash, Sensei?

I can put money in your pocket.

-What is this?

-Max's idea. Little pro-am action.

Get the crowd excited

for the upcoming Beatdown.

Ifyou can survive one minute with Case,

you'll get 100 bucks.

That's my sensei. That's my sensei.

-Is it true that your mom works here?

-Not tonight she doesn't.

Dude, I wish my mom worked at a strip club.

Oh, sh*t, my girl's here.

-Hi, babe.

-Hey, what's up?

-How are you?

-You look good.

Thanks.

-Hey.

-Mike.

-Right, Mike.

-Yeah, you two would know each other.

Got me a little college girl.

Well, at least I know it wasn't a brush-off.

Yeah!

Nice.

That's right. Nice.

-Hi, Zack.

-Hey, what's up?

Is that your mom?

-How's your mom?

-What?

I mean, it must suck that your dad

left your mom for another man.

-What?

-Hey, dude, that blows.

No pun intended.

No.

Let's go, Case! Rip him up!

Dude, get down.

-Nlike, are you out of your mind?

-Not a good idea.

-Yo, someone get Max.

-Yeah! Get some!

It's stupid to fight angry.

You gotta remember,

an angry mind is a narrow mind.

Come on.

Oh, shin

-Tap.

-Go f*** yourself.

Tap. Tap, or I'll break it.

-Four, three, two, one.

-Four, three, two, one.

A**hole. If this was a real match,

I would've broke your goddamn arm.

-F***in' great show!

-Nlike, yeah!

F***, yeah!

Who's behind all this?

A f***in' genius, man.

-Looks like we got an ex-con lurking.

-How can you tell?

Where else do you see pull-ups like that?

Where'd you do time, boy? State?

Angola?

Hey. I asked you a question.

Well, I'm gonna have to ask you to vacate.

Why? I'm not hurtin' anybody.

Yeah, well, it's my job to get your black ass

out of here before you do.

-Come on, man.

-Come on, Come on, come on, man.

You listen to me, convict.

I got 50 ways

to make your black ass disappear.

So when I say go, you better say, "How far?"

-You got that?

-Nlorning, Sensei.

-So what the hell's goin' on here?

-Nothin'.

I don't wanna see you around here again.

That goes for you, too.

What was that all about?

-What's up?

-What's up, b*tches?

-Wow.

-Dude, you're bald.

Guys, I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonnajoin the Beatdown, dude.

If it ain't in ink, you ain't a believer.

Dude, you spelled "beat" wrong.

Let's cut the bullshit, guys, let's train.

What's the matter with Case?

Man, the cops hassled him.

Said none of us can train here any more.

Well, f*** the cops, right?

I mean, they can't make us leave.

No, no, no, no. Case is on probation.

If he so much as jaywalks,

they're gonna send him back to prison.

Yeah, well what does

Mike give a sh*t about Case?

Obviously, he don't.

What are you talking about? That's not true.

Really?

Is that why you put him in a position

to suffer his only loss?

Yeah, that's right, a**hole.

Because he spared breaking your arm,

he's now been defeated.

Nah. That was just a bullshit match

at the strip club, man.

No, not to him. To him it was an

I mean, what has he got? Daisy?

What the hell did you guys do?

You guys cheered?

Really?

He should have ripped your arm off

and he should have shoved it

right up your ass.

What?

Hey, Case, it's Mike. Can I please talk to you?

You heard the cops, we've been shut down.

Just leave me alone. All of you.

We gotta find him a place to train, man.

Yeah, not some shitty vacant lot, either.

We need a proper dojo, man.

Oh, sh*t, guys. I think I know a place.

For years, we've been delivering

people new furniture

and hauling the old stuff away for free.

Originally, we were gonna fix it up,

try to resell it.

As you can see, that never happened.

I talked to Ted

and he said if we clean the place out,

we could make it our own dojo.

Just have to pay the utilities, no rent.

What do you guys think?

I think we got a lot of work to do.

-it's f***ing perfect.

-What?

While you guys finish cleaning up,

I'm gonna go make sure

Case doesn't leave town.

I got an idea, fellas.

How to get some equipment at a real bargain.

-Hey, babe.

-Oh, hey, not now.

I'll be back in a couple of hours, all right?

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

It was just something I heard.

I don't know what you're talking about.

People gossip. it's what they do.

I didn't know it was some big secret.

Okay, can we talk about something

other than my father's sexual orientation?

Well, it's not like you're gay, right?

I mean, like, homosexuality

isn't, like, hereditary.

It's not like a disease. And no, I'm not gay.

How do you know?

How many girls have you slept with?

I don't know. Who the hell keeps count?

Seventeen.

What?

-Seventeen?

-Yeah. Seventeen.

Heavy numbers, don't you think?

Relative to what?

A player like you?

Look, I've done okay.

Define "okay".

And if you lie, you curse yourself

to a life of bad lovers.

You were saying?

Okay, I got an idea.

I'm gonna write my guess on this table.

But do not look until I walk away.

And no peeking.

All right, put it down, fellas.

Yeah! I got all the equipment, fellas!

Look what Daddy's got.

What do you think?

Put it down, fellas.

Where'd all this sh*t come from?

Let's just say

it was liberated from a certain boxing gym.

I thought the idea

was to keep Case out of jail.

Believe me, Frankie is never

gonna report this stuff stolen.

Yeah? How can you be so sure?

'Cause I know the gym he stole it from.

World of boxing, right?

Well, this ain't even half of it.

I got a truckload more stuff outside.

Let's hustle, fellas.

I'll be damned.

Not too bad, huh?

Well?

That's my inspiration.

Little piece of equipment

I used to use back in the day.

I'll demonstrate. Just...

You might want to back up a little bit.

In case I still got it, you know?

This far enough?

Yeah, like a foot further.

F***er.

Thank you. Thank you.

Is he really gonna do that?

Now would you rather push your opponent

or finish your opponent?

Don't worry about the bag.

A little duct tape will fix that up.

Let's get started.

-That was powerful.

-Okay.

Rubber Guard basics.

First go to Mission Control.

Right here.

Then we Zombie the arm.

Next, we go to Chill Dog. Up and over.

Once in Chill Dog,

I can choose whatever submission I want.

This one is called Gogoplata.

All right.

And time. Switch.

Come on, come on, come on.

That's good.

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