Never Surrender Page #2

in the true sense.

Well, I couldn't have done it

without you, my friend.

There's a lot you

can learn from him.

If there's anything

you need-

anything- you know

where to come.

Huh?

Thank you, sir.

- Cheers, guys.

- Definitely.

- Cheers.

- To Diego!

- Hey!

- To the party!

Oh, look at the party.

Let's hit that

dance floor, friends.

All right.

- Diego, you sure you don't want to come?

- Nah, you guys go.

- I'm tired, man.

- All right.

You don't feel like

dancing, Mr. Carter?

No, not particularly, no.

Well, that's okay.

I can get your

attention in other ways.

Oh my God.

Who is that?

Hold on.

Just stay here.

I'll be right back.

- What'll it be?

- Gin and tonic for me.

What's your name?

Sandra.

I saw you

in the cage today.

- So you know who I am.

- I can give you what you want.

And what exactly

do I want?

You'll have

to follow me.

I'm not big

on surprises.

If I'm going to follow you,

I want to know

- exactly where we're going.

- A fight, Mr. Diego.

One that I guarantee

you have never seen before.

Lead the way.

Have a nice evening,

Mr. Carter.

So what exactly

am I considering here?

A tournament where

the best fighter fights

for the ultimate prize.

- And where are we going?

- Just follow the directions.

It changes every night.

So how come I've never seen

you at the club before?

It's not much further.

How do I know you're not

some kind of sexy, blonde

serial killer?

Maybe I am.

A little out

of the way, isn't it?

We like to keep our

engagements exclusive.

Hey, that's Bill West.

He disappeared

from M.M.A. two years ago.

You will find our

organization attracts

some of the best fighters

in the world, Mr. Diego.

Yeah! Yes!

Are there

any rules here?

There is one.

And who might you be?

Call me Seifer.

Pleasure to make

your acquaintance.

- Seifer?

- Yes.

You see, you not only

fight for survival,

you fight for your

opponent's prize.

They are consorts.

Every time a fighter fights

he must put up

his consort as ante.

If you win,

you get a night

with your enemy's consort.

If you lose,

he gets yours.

You're kidding, right?

No, no. This is unlike

anything you've ever seen.

This place recreates

the most ancient behavior-

the fight for a mate.

It's a primeval urge.

Nothing is more powerful.

The men go in hungry.

They fight

to protect their mates

and to claim

their enemy's.

The fighting

you will see here-

the most brutal thing

you will ever come across.

I will give you $250,000

for your first fight.

I make that

on a regular fight.

Yes, but here

you have no taxes,

no training, no agency,

no management fees

to worry about.

That makes it almost double

what you earn normally.

Some men fight for glory.

Some men fight for money.

Money.

Some men just fight to...

satiate their bloodlust.

It is a hard choice.

Yeah.

Anyway, can I call you

or something?

If you're interested

in entering the tournament,

you will earn

the right to a consort

by fighting in

the preliminary round.

If I win, can I make you

my consort?

I'm generally not

allowed to be considered.

Well, "generally not allowed"

is not necessarily

"not allowed," so...

I'll win this fight

and then we'll see what happens.

Mr. Diego,

you should be more concerned

about what would happen

if you don't

win the fight.

Yeah, right.

That's Diego Carter.

Is he fighting tonight?

Yeah. You bet.

It's going off uneven odds

'cause he hasn't fought here.

Oh, screw the odds.

I want a piece of that.

Large piece on Carter.

Hey, champ, what are you

doing here, slumming?

Maybe he wants to see

what a real fight is like.

Good luck.

No rules, no referee.

No belt will save you,

pretty boy.

Welcome to bloodlust,

my friend.

Oh! Yeah!

Diego! Diego!

- Diego! Diego!

- Yeah!

He's good.

- Sloppy.

- Right now he is.

But did you see it? The point

where he let his rage take over?

Just imagine

what we might see

if we set the other

fighters loose on him.

Diego! Diego!

Diego! Diego!

Diego! Diego!

Mr. Carter...

we are honored that you have

blessed us with your presence.

Congratulations on

a beautifully-fought match.

- Thanks.

- You have earned a place

in this tournament

and a right to a consort.

Please... make your choice.

They're all very

beautiful ladies.

But I'm afraid for me

there's only one choice-

her.

Mr. Carter,

I am afraid that Sandra

is my personal assistant

and is therefore

unavailable

as a consort.

I thought you offered me

the woman of my choice.

Very well, Mr. Carter.

Sandra is

your new consort.

Let us hope that you have

a long and promising career.

Thanks again.

So you're mine.

This is your place?

No. This is your place.

Mine?

Welcome to your

new home, Mr. Diego.

- This is a mansion.

- You're very observant.

Your breakfast

is ready, sir.

They call him Crusher.

His real name

is Igor Kurkovich.

He was a former officer

in the Serbian military.

Crusher was discharged from service

for alleged war crimes,

but no charges formally

brought against him.

He entered M.M.A.

shortly afterwards

and rapidly became one of the most

dangerous fighters in the Eastern world.

The problem was

Crusher's style

was too brutal

for the national venues.

None of the major organizations

were willing to grant him a license.

That is, until reigning

U.S. champion Danny Jones

granted Crusher

a title shot.

It only took him 28 seconds.

Danny was never able

to fight again.

These guys

are animals, Diego.

They'll get up every time

you knock them down.

It's not a sport to them.

It's life or death.

Sounds like fun.

Then maybe

we should get to work.

Let's get to work.

Hey, this is Diego.

Leave me a message

or I'll choke you out.

Diego, this is George.

Where the hell

have you been, bro?

You doing okay?

Call me, huh?

Hey, take it easy,

Diego, okay?

Welcome to The Tournament.

Place your bets.

The visitor hours are over.

- I'm here to see Diego-

- Visitor hours are over!

Listen, I don't want

any trouble, okay?

Diego has a visitor.

George, what the hell

are you doing here?

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Fighting. Why?

Why? Because you

disappeared off the map.

And then I find out

from some shady people

that you're fighting in an underground

illegal tournament.

Look, I know what

I'm doing, okay?

It wasn't exactly easy

to get in here, Diego.

You really want to associate

yourself with this?

- How about we both get out of here?

- No can do, brother.

Look, George,

for the first time in my life

I feel like things fit.

There's no bullshit

here, brother-

no managers, no P.R.,

no reporters.

Trust me, this is

a whole new league.

Yeah? That doesn't

make it any good.

But you know what?

If you already made up your mind,

I got better things to do

than to argue with you.

I'm only a phone call away

if you ever need me.

- Got it?

- Go it, bro.

Place your bets.

Diego, I will crush you

like a little bug.

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