Undisputed 2: Last Man Standing Page #4

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nothing without asking me first.

Shut the f*** up!

If anything happens to him...

I will strip you naked...

and hang you by the balls|from the watchtower.

- Heh.|- Open the door.

- Gaga--|- Now, Vlad!

It was never meant|you'd be put out...

in the cold like that,|Mr. Chambers. I apologize.

We had a deal.|I fight, I go free.

No, the deal was...

you win, you go free.

I was drugged and you know it.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Maybe next time you fight Boyka...

you should pick|a better cornerman.

F*** you!

There ain't gonna be|a next time.

Listen to me, George.|It's very simple.

I make my money.|You make your exit.

F*** you!

F*** me?

As you wish.

Enjoy the rest|of your stay here...

Mr. Chambers.

Hold on.

No drugs.

Not me, not Boyka.

We fight straight up.

Of course.

Look, George...

keeping you here any longer|is a bit of a hassle for me.

You're, uh, too visible.

All I want is one more fight.

One.

And Phil?

Heh.

You don't have|to worry about Phil.

Where he is, money...heh...

Money is not a factor.

Anything else I can do|for you, Mr. Chambers?

Yeah.

I'm gonna need one|more thing from you.

George?

You know where|this coat come from?

'Cause I hear it come from...

selfish a**hole who never|does anything for anyone else.

Why?

Why you think?

It's cold as a motherf***er|around here.

You know, George,|I saw first fight.

I saw something|in first round.

Something|in your eyes.

Before you started|to look drunk.

Ok, Crot,|what did you see?

What did you see, George?

Tsk.

OK.

Maybe I underestimated|the guy a little bit.

But I know how he fights now.

And that same stuff ain't|gonna work on me a second time.

I'm gonna figure somethin' out.

Maybe...you need a little help.

Oh, you gonna help me?

I'm no fighter, George.

But I was once trained|how to hurt people.

I know a thing or two|about grappling...

military close combat.

Things you might need|in this type of fight.

You know what, Crot?|Thanks, but I'm OK.

Hey, this is all|street fighting anyway,

and that's what I'm from.

I'll just go home on his ass.

Besides, all that kickboxing|and grappling stuff...

- it's overrated.|- Aah!

I move weight like a freight|truck, build the muscle

You can't escape your fate,|we ain't scared to tussle

Aaah!

I put the pressure|on your offense

You can't advance,|I'm a pro

Hit the bench, bro,|you had your chance

Do my dance in the end zone,|and hone my skill

If I don't take it|all the way, no one will

Get back, you outta line,|you outta your mind

You outta time,|keep searching, brotha

How do you find|another man

As efficient|as this machine I am?

Beat me at my own game, huh?

I'm gonna beat you at yours.

Hmm.

Now listen, George.

Man is like pyramid...

but upside down.

You cut his legs--|Finish.

OK.|How do we...begin?

Now get on top of me.

Sorry, man, I'm just|not attracted to you.

Maybe it's the beard.

You want to train|or you want to joke?

Bring it on

And I'm ready to eat

So if you're scared,|get outta here

Before you get beat

Bring it on

Yeah, the heat is on

You better get|your best to the plate

Or it be the gong

Calculate the magnitude

Of the situation|you're facing

No time for pacing,|there's no time for wastin'

Unh!

So this is a basic arm lock.

When you punch, I grab.

I wrap arm.

Put pressure, you see?

You know the old man|is training the American?

Is that supposed to scare me?

He can learn any f***ing|thing he wants.

Yaah!

He's still not going|to leave that ring alive.

Bring it on

Do you accept the challenge?

Bring it on

I'm-a test your balance

- Argh!|- Bring it on

You can't stand the violence

Bring it on

Put your tail between|your legs, leave in silence

- Bring it on |- Argh!

You can't handle the heat

Bring it on

Hey, man, sorry. Uh--

No, it's OK.

Potato vodka.

I make it in my toilet.

No, man, I'm gonna pass.

Of course, you are in training.

So what's up|with the photograph?

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Who is she?

My niece.

She's almost nineteen, now.

She ever visit you here?

No.

Never.

Why not?

She doesn't know that I'm here...

that I exist.

I never want her|to come to this place.

Hey, I was just wondering...

what happened?

How did you get yourself|in this place?

When I was in the army...

my younger brother...

he robbed party headquarters|near our house.

It happened when|I was home on leave.

He come home one day...

and I see it in his eyes.

He tells me he just|made a big mistake.

- Your brother?|- Yes.

Well, why the hell isn't|he here instead of you?

Victor was brilliant.

He had a future...

And a wife.

A pregnant wife.

Me?

I was only a trained|killer for Brezhnev.

So...

you basically traded|your life for his.

No, no.

I-I was given only four|years for the robbery.

But when I got here they|tried to drive me crazy.

So finally, I decided to escape.

I tried twice, actually.

The second time|there was a fight.

A guard got killed.

I was also shot, paralyzed.

They put me here in solitary.

Soviet style.

You see, George?

I accepted my reality.

This is where I belong.

And this is where I will die.

I don't get it, Crot.

It's Nikolai.

Huh?

My name, it's Nikolai.

And I know you don't get it.

Oh, yeah

Argh!

It's an illusion

Ugh!

Ow!

Ugh!

- Ow!|- Argh!

Argh!

Now on top of shoulder.

Lock with head.

Now press on top of knee.

Press, George.

Harder!

If I press any harder|it's gonna break.

Good, maybe I start|to feel the leg again.

Boyka.

Boyka.

Chambers.

Chambers.

Boyka.

Chambers.

Chambers.

You are trippin'.

Tonight, I settle it forever.

I beat this man again...

then there is no question.

I'm the most complete|fighter in the world.

Remember, George...

when fight is over...

you need to leave fast.|Don't look back.

Listen...

Nikolai, l, uh...

- I'm glad that--|- No, shut up.

Stay mean for fight.

Yeah, you're right.

I'll see you later.

George...

I'm glad, too.

Once again, please welcome...

former Heavyweight Boxing|Champion of the World...

George...

Iceman Chambeeers!

Chambers! Chambers!

And now, let's welcome...

our own undefeated|Heavyweight Champion...

Uri Boykaaaaa!

Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka!

Chambers! Chambers! Chambers!

- Boyka! Boyka!|- Chambers!

Boyka! Boyka!

Fight!

Unh!

- Unh! Ah!|- Uh!

Unh! Unh! Unh!

Argh! Unh!

Ugh!

Argh!

Yeah!

Unh!

- Argh!|- Unh!

Argh!

- Unh! Ah!|- Uh!

Argh!

Ugh!

Move in!

Boyka! Boyka!

- Argh!|- Yah!

Ugh!

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Argh!

Ow!

Stop! Round's over!

Not bad for first round, George.

But why you don't|use your new technique?

I'm working on it.

Boyka, make him wait.

Remember, take his leg.

Fight!

Unh!

Argh!

Unh! Uh!

Unh! Ugh!

Arrrgh!

Ugh! Unh!

- Argh!|- Ow!

Ugh!

Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka!

Unh!

Ow!

Arrrgh!

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Take him!

Argh!

Listen to me, George.

You must finish him...

or you will rot in|this stinking hole...

for the rest of your life.

Like me!

- Go!|- Ugh!

I am the champion.

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