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- Yeah.

And how is your shoulder feeling?

- It's feeling.

- Good.

So your day was good?

- Interesting.

- Really?

Mm-hmm.

Well, it's about to get

a little more interesting.

May l?

Well?

- I'm thinking.

- Screw you.

Raphael dropped Alonso today,

kicked him out of the gym.

I thought Alonso was supposed

to be the Second Coming.

So did l.

But it seems Raphael wants to back me.

Well, he's a wise man.

I have an idea.

I'm thinking after

the tournament's over,

we should get out of here.

It would be nice.

A restart.

Come here.

Ringo Duran.

You must be a very wealthy man

if you can afford to eat

in this restaurant

and pay me back

the money you owe me.

- Well, I'm neither.

- Then you're in purgatory.

Let me drink to your lost soul.

- Where's the goon?

- Razer?

I'm not so sure about Razer anymore.

Very hard to get good help these days,

even with the economy the way it is.

I would like to propose something.

- What's this?

- The next fight.

You're fighting in the MCW?

And what does this have to do with me

and the $20,000 you owe me?

Top prize is $100,000.

Okay.

If I win, 50% of that is yours.

How about if you win I keep it all,

and I decide then and there

how much you get?

If you kill me now, you get nothing

but a dry-cleaning bill

to get my blood

out of your nice white suit.

- What are you, a 10:1, 15:1?

- 25:
1.

Ringo, those are some odds.

That's some spread.

One can make a lot of money

on those odds.

- You can say that again.

- I'll think about it.

When will I know?

You'll know when you don't

wake up with a bullet in your head.

The guy doesn't have

a goddamn chance in hell.

Hey, it's me.

What do you mean "Me who?"

you mother-cocksucker?

It's Sergio.

You know that favor you owe me?

Looks like it's gonna be quite a show.

Nice.

It's not that nice.

It's pretty nice.

Okay, it's pretty nice.

This beats The Breaks.

- Hey, Coach.

- What time do you call this?

- How's your arm?

- Raphael.

- Yeah?

- I want to introduce you to...

- my friend Kara.

- Girlfriend.

Does this guy know this?

He does now.

Yeah.

- Ringo's told me a lot about you.

- Has he?

Well, he's told me jackshit

about you, sweetheart.

Probably because he's afraid

I just might steal you away.

She's blushing.

I like that.

Come here.

Boy, a long time since I seen

the insides of a venue like this.

- Hopefully it won't be the last time.

- Yeah, hopefully.

But we gotta get by

Popoff first, don't we?

Or nothing.

Now Popoff, he's a--

he's a cheating bastard,

but me and Link,

we got you covered.

It's more than that.

I need you to do something for me

in that ring tonight, Ringo.

- I want you to change up your style.

- What?

Look, you're a graceful fighter.

That's why I love you.

I know that anything he throws at you

you can probably slip

or you can block, sidestep,

but the problem is everyone

knows your-- knows your game.

Popoff knows your game,

I know your game,

everybody knows your game.

The crowd does not.

Now if you're gonna try

and dance your way

through the first couple of rounds

and avoid punches

and not throw too much back,

it's gonna piss everybody off out there.

And in a building like this,

if you lose the crowd--

- You lose the fight.

- Exactly.

There's the guy now.

So this is what I want you to do.

When that bell rings,

I want you to come

out of that corner relentless.

Just think about it, okay?

- Do that for me, will you?

- Okay.

- Raphael.

- I saw him. Can you get the door?

Just lock it up in here now.

All right? Think about

what I'm telling you, okay?

Okay, let's go.

Let's get ready.

- Hey, Landon, I want you to win.

- You want me to do what?

You'd like me to do what, Mr. Holland?

I want you to win.

Of course, man.

It's me, the Popoff.

- It's Ringo. I'm gonna own him.

- You're gonna own him? Okay.

I know your style and I like your style.

Matter of fact, the MCW needs

more fighters like you.

- A good bad guy's hard to find.

- Cool.

And because I like your style,

the referee might not

be able to see everything

that happens in the ring today.

- Is he blind?

- Sorry, Mr. Holland.

No, it's all right.

Nah, he ain't blind.

He's with us.

- See what I'm saying?

- I see.

I want a good show,

but I want you to win.

All right?

Let's do it, baby.

- You ready for this, champ?

- Yes, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the MCW Arena...

Thank you for being here with me.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

And now here comes

Ringo Duran.

Jesus, Ringo.

Now I know we're in the big time.

Good to see you.

Welcome back to the MCW 100:

The Undiscovered.

Now we are on match two

today after Alonso Scott

completely obliterated

Seville "Fingers" Duarte

earlier this afternoon

in just 11 seconds.

He certainly blew his load early.

But all eyes are on this bout

between Landon "The Brother" Popoff

and...

Who's this?

Ringo Duran.

Who-- who is that?

And just like the sweater

he's wearing, I'm sure Ringo...

Okay, gloves.

- You're good.

- Making his way to the referee...

All right, have a good fight.

...is the deadlier, dirtier half

of the Popoff brothers...

- Hey, big man.

-...Landon "The Brother" Popoff.

Get your fighter in here.

Big man, how are you?

Hey, Ringo.

Don't pay any attention

to all this garbage, all this sh*t.

- Remember what we talked about?

- Yeah.

What did we talk about?

Win the crowd--

- Win the fight.

- That's right, that's right.

All right.

Good, you're good.

Gloves.

We good?

Yeah yeah, you're good.

Good luck.

- How you feel, champ?

- Great.

Okay.

Fighters.

Okay, gentlemen, I want it hard

but I want it clean.

No gouging, no fouls, all right?

Let's put on a good show.

Touch gloves.

It's a packed house tonight.

- Packed.

- Very nice.

- Come on, Ringo.

- Right out of the gate, Ringo.

Let's go, let's go.

Let's get a lid on him.

Fight.

Yes, yeah!

I'm lovin' this!

I'm lovin' this!

Just hit him back.

Wow, we are seeing

something totally different

right from the start from Ringo Duran.

Thanks for stating the obvious, Emily.

Float like a sledgehammer,

sting like a dump truck--

no graceful dekes from Ringo

as he comes firing out from the gates.

I don't see a gimpy arm, man.

I do not see a gimpy arm.

Yeah!

Yes!

I've never seen a crowd

love him so much.

Neither has he.

I hope it's something

he plans on getting used to.

Way to go, Ringo!

Beautiful!

Yeah!

- Something like that?

- Something like that.

- Sh*t, I'll say.

- Just shut up.

Don't get all cocky on me here now.

All you've really done

is just piss this kid off,

so keep your left up,

protect yourself.

Are you listening to me?

All right, how's the arm feel?

Like $100,000.

See, getting cocky.

Don't do that.

The gloves-- use them.

I didn't expect him

to come at me so hard.

He's supposed to be an old man.

He ain't nothing.

He ain't nothing.

Go in there and finish this off.

Fight!

Get up, get up!

Come on, man!

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