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That's what the graphics say, Emily.

You can read.

- Big crowd.

- It's a big match.

Better be Pressure all the way.

Okay, left arm is set,

but don't block with it.

It could pop out if Holland

so much as sneezes on it.

Got it-- crappy arm.

Well, kid, here we go.

This is it.

Christopher "The Pressure" Holland.

Athletic, he's strong,

a submission expert.

He's gonna come at you,

try to put you on the canvas

and then beat

the ever-lovin' sh*t out of you.

That's not good,

so just don't let him do it.

- And if I do?

- Well, you're gonna f***in' lose.

- Got it. If he beats me, I'm out.

- But no.

Apparently I've been asking around

and a little bird tells me

that there's an issue

with Mr. Holland

in terms of concussions.

He's had way more--

especially on the left side--

more than humanly possible.

Maybe true, maybe not.

But it's something we can use.

So keep the fight on its feet,

see if you can open up

that left side of him.

Maybe you could land

that sweet right hook of yours

and then you got a shot for a knockout.

But otherwise, Ringo,

I don't give you a prayer

of lasting in there.

Your confidence is overwhelming.

Well, welcome to the NBA.

You'll be all right.

Tape it.

Tape what?

That's nice.

A little extra punch in there.

Okay, I like it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to

the Maximum Cage Warrior main event

and title match between

Christopher "The Pressure" Holland

and-- here he is, the newly crowned

king of the amateurs--

- Ringo Duran!

- Good luck, Ringo.

Here we go.

Ringo Duran.

You made it all the way, Ringo.

Good for you.

No thanks to you.

- You used to be a fighter, right?

- Yeah.

- Act like one.

- Good luck.

And now, making his way

into the arena,

the reigning undefeated,

undisputed champion,

the man who put the MCW on the map--

Christopher "The Pressure" Holland.

- Come on, champ.

- Yeah.

Let's lose the robe, please.

Hey, don't you let 'em in.

I'm right here, okay?

I thought you didn't like

the sight of suffering.

Yeah, I don't, so don't suffer.

I'll do the best I can.

Thanks.

Okay, gentlemen,

this is a championship bout,

so I'm gonna let you battle some,

but keep it clean.

Protect yourselves at all times.

Give the people a show.

Touch gloves.

Okay, let's go, Ringo.

Let's put him down.

Fight!

Sh*t. Come on, Christopher.

Yeah!

Pull it in!

Corners.

God!

Fight!

Don't trade with him.

Don't trade punches with him.

How long is this round?

Take him out!

F***!

Yeah.

Get up up!

On your feet. On your feet.

Guard guard guard.

Get out of it.

- Heads up!

- Look out!

Turn away!

Get up up up!

Block!

Watch the takedown.

Gotta take him fast.

Okay, let's just finish

this off right now.

Oh, no, he's on his last legs.

Let's end this fight right now.

- Let's go!

- Yeah!

Man, come on!

Gentlemen, fight!

Keep it going, keep it going.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

He's done, ref.

He's done.

Come on, come on.

Attaboy!

All right, this is over.

This is over.

Put him away right now.

Come on!

- How you feeling, huh?

- Good.

You're dropping back

on your right arm, man.

Why are you dropping back?

You're dropping back on your right.

Why are you dropping

back on your right?

Drink water.

She's right. Drink it.

I like the way this is looking,

but you gotta end it this round

'cause there ain't gonna

be no other round.

You hear me on that?

Fight!

Watch your range, watch your range.

Hold on!

Turn away, Ringo!

Good.

Come on, hit him!

Turn away, Ringo!

Don't tap out.

Don't tap out, man.

Turn away!

Break break break.

It's popped out.

- It's broken?

- Yes-- no-- I don't know.

Pop it back.

No, Ringo.

I'm calling the fight.

What? Pop it back!

- You don't have to do this.

- Do it, please.

Fighters.

Fight!

This is over.

Put him down right now!

Come on, finish him

off already.

Get out of there, get out of there.

Go, Ringo, go.

Yeah!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

What the f*** are you laughing at?

You know, the thing is, Mr. Ponzo,

you can't fix the game,

the game fixes you.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm over it, man.

It's done.

F*** this guy.

Hey, you know, the funny thing

about destiny--

it has a way of sneaking up behind you

and kicking your ass.

You do what you do,

I'll do what I do.

Just get your ass back in that bar.

You cost me a lot of money.

I will shoot your ass!

When destiny sneaks up behind you,

you should hope he doesn't

have his own gun.

It's over. Go.

I wish I could be there.

You are.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I would like to introduce to you

the newest Maximum Cage Warriors

Professional World Champion...

Ringo Duran!

I saw a man with no legs

under him at all stand,

a guy with no arm punch back.

I saw a fighter that night--

the king in his cage.

Gonna hurt like hell.

Gonna hurt like hell.

Gonna hurt like hell.

Now when you step into that cage,

the first rule of fighting

is don't get hit.

Now I told you,

don't-- don't-- don't get hit.

You're gonna get hurt.

The king in his cage.

Get out of there alive.

Now when you step into that cage,

it's gonna hurt like hell.

Don't get hit.

It's gonna hurt like hell.

If you break that rule,

it's gonna hurt like hell.

Live to win.

It's gonna hurt like hell.

Oh my God, it looks like

Ringo's shoulder has popped out.

He must have had a previous injury.

He'll be fine.

What are you doing later?

Are you serious right now?

I've had injuries.

Are you hitting on me

on national television?

I wouldn't call it hitting.

- I can't do this.

- What are you, 5'8"?

I'm done.

Train.

Cut!

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