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I'm annihilating this heavy bag

with my fists of steel.

Your fists of steel?

Let me give you some advice, okay?

For some fighters it's all about volume,

especially if you're young like you.

So my advice for you

is you go on numbers.

Something like this.

- Right?

- Well, what about you?

For me it's best to sit back,

take in the flow of the fight,

look for an opening

or create an opening.

And when I got it...

I take it.

One shot might be all I get.

Wait, was that your left arm?

What the hell happened

to you last night?

Yeah, I was about to ask you

the same question.

All right, we are here

to announce our selection

for the MCW

and we've certainly gotta tell you

we found some undiscovered gems.

Absolutely, we have found four

of the greatest amateur fighters...

Come on, say my name already.

Well, Pressure, since you put this

organization on the map,

why don't you start us off?

Our first selection is one of the most

lethal fighters out there--

Landon "The Brother" Popoff.

- They must have disqualified Luca.

- A**hole.

Straight out of San Francisco,

the original back alley brawler,

Seville "Fingers" Duarte.

Yeah, I told you.

And I'm very proud to announce

our next selection--

New Jersey's very own Alonso Scott.

- Yeah!

- That's right. You heard him.

And last but certainly not least--

never have we seen a more true

underdog with real pedigree.

Ringo Duran.

- Yes!

- What?

Hey, you finally came to your senses.

- It must be a mistake.

- I don't think--

You're damn right it's a mistake.

Nobody would let a sad

sack of sh*t like you in there.

Okay, Alonso, let's go.

This bum don't need to be

in the same ring as me.

Let's get back to work, please.

Let's everybody.

Someone get the TV.

Let's go, let's go.

Beautiful.

I never applied for the tournament.

- You didn't?

- No.

Then who did?

What?

What were you thinking?

I thought that maybe

this would be good for you.

How could this possibly be good for me?

You're the best fighter

they named today.

Why, man? Why would

you enter without asking me?

Because... you need to go to the edge.

- What?

- Yeah, you need to go to the edge.

Look, Ringo...

Okay, look, you need

to go to the edge, okay?

I mean, look look, we might fall.

Go to the edge.

It's-- it's too high.

Go to the edge, okay?

And you came, and I pushed,

and you flew.

Poet Christopher Logue.

- Are you high right now?

- What? No.

Listen, Ringo, sometimes a man--

he needs to be pushed over the edge

to find out his true destiny.

Did you sleep with that girl

yesterday night?

- No, l--

- Tell me you slept with the girl.

Tell me you fell in love with her

so I don't beat the sh*t

out of you right now, okay?

No. Yes, l...

Look, I might have seen Gwendolyn

for a bit last night.

- Who?

- Gwendolyn-- Pepper.

It's Pepper.

- Pepper.

- Yeah.

And she teach you this, right?

I might have picked it up from her.

Well, stop learning poetry

from strippers.

Nothing good can come

out of that, okay?

Break it up, guys.

Let's go.

We're waiting for you.

- You want me to train with him?

- Yes, I do.

I got two fighters on the biggest

amateur ticket of the decade.

I want one of you to survive.

Come on, let's go.

What's the matter?

Ringo, one-time offer right now.

Do you want me

as your corner guy or not?

- Yes yes, he does, Raphael.

- Does he?

He does.

Tell him how much the top prize is.

$100,000.

$100,000?

That's a lot of money.

So what's it gonna be?

Are you here for the workout,

just to shed a few pounds,

or do you want me to train you up

for the biggest challenge

you're ever gonna face

against the best opposition

on the world's biggest stage?

- Well, if you put it that way...

- All right.

Well, then you're gonna have to

trust me to do the best thing.

Let's go.

Hey, you're a daisy if you do.

- What the hell does that mean?

- I'm not sure.

Did he call you a daisy?

Look, let's just put Ringo Duran

with Alonso Scott

and let them at each other's throat.

No no, we need a story to tell.

Ringo and Alonso is the match-up.

They're from the same gym,

they both fought

in the same backroom cages.

So that's what we'll go with.

No, this is the ticket.

We need to build towards it

like a perfect storm.

We need to...

Look at this.

Landon Popoff.

Ringo and Landon's brother

fought at Breaks Shoe Shop.

It was a goddamn mess.

We put Landon in the cage to avenge

his brother being blacklisted.

We call it-- I don't know--

Redemption.

Ringo wins, Alonso advances.

We have the perfect

clash of the titans.

Look, there's a lot of ifs.

Hell, if if was a fifth,

we'd all be drunk.

If Alonso and Ringo don't fight,

we blow our blockbuster.

And that's the bigger question.

Can your guy advance

past The Brother?

Are you worried about defending

your title against Ringo?

I'm The Pressure.

I don't worry about nobody;

people worry about me.

You know what I'm saying?

Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna do Landon versus Ringo.

That is a great idea that you just had.

You're damn right it's a great idea.

Marcy, get that down, please.

Yeah, Marcy, put that down.

And can you quote him?

Just "The Pressure"?

- You got jokes, huh?

- 'Cause "The Pressure" says it's true.

Hey, you better pump your brakes, baby.

Just saying.

Just pump the brakes.

That's all I'm saying.

You okay with that?

He's dirtier than his brother.

Yeah, you just make sure he doesn't

have a crowbar down his pants.

Ringo, let's go.

Gotta hit the weights.

Get up.

- He said only boxing, man.

- This is fighting, not horseshoes.

Okay, Alonso, Alonso.

Okay okay okay okay,

that's enough.

The hell it's enough.

You're both weak.

You think this guy's your ticket?

Then you are delusional.

Two broken down old men

with no titles and no balls.

Hey, you can disrespect me,

but don't disrespect Raphael, okay?

Why? Because he coached

some b*tch to a championship

back in the Stone Ages?

Her name was Gracie Duran.

And for your information,

it was actually

five world championships

in three different disciplines,

and she had more talent

in one painted little pinky finger

than you have in your 205 lbs.

Whatever, man.

Whatever.

Take your gloves off and leave the gym.

You're gonna choose him over me?

There's no choice to be made here.

You already made it for me.

- We'll settle this in the cage then.

- Looking forward to it!

Sorry, Raphael.

Nothing to be sorry for.

You think I wanted to train

that piece of sh*t?

F***ing lowlife.

He has no respect.

He does not respect even

the canvas that we walk on.

The only reason I kept him around

after the announcements were made

was to make you better.

My money's on you.

Maybe we'll call it a day, eh?

You took a lot of punishment.

No, let's keep on training.

Let's go.

Hey, I need a new sparring partner.

Get your sh*t together.

Let's go.

It's me.

I'm here.

- Where are you?

- In the tub.

- Having a little soak?

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