Fight to the Finish

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Hey, Mom, I'll see you

at the tournament, yeah?

You, got everything son?

Yeah, Dad.

- See you later? Alright.

- Yeah.

You take care.

I Will.

Bye, Mr. McGill. Good to see you.

Billy. Take care.

Man... I wish I had that at my

place. I hardly see my folks.

- You don't see your folks?

- Nope.

They seem to like it that Way.

Come on, man. Cheer up.

You'll be alright.

Whatever. So who's

getting the booze for the party?

I don't know. Jessica, Katy, Sheila,

Jessy, I can't remember which one.

Man, man, you're lucky

they all like you.

Who needs luck

when you look this good...?

You realize that after

the mirror cracked?

- Grab my stuff man.

- All right, I got you.

We've got to get moving.

Man, you pack like a girl.

Put it in the back.

Yo, seriously, thanks again

for helping me outwith this.

Yeah, no Worries, man.

- What about the tickets?

- I told you, I'm working on it.

I told you, man,

I can't miss this fight.

Gotta see you take

this dude out. Win that money.

It's not about the money, Billy.

It's about the money.

I don't care What you're saying, man,

no dude's getting his

brains beaten in just for fun.

True, but when I win,

I'm giving it to my folks.

Your folks?

What about a new place, man?

- New car, some fresh kicks?

- I don't need new kicks, man.

And they need it more than I do.

Mr. Perfect.

Always doing the right thing.

When are you going to explore

your bad boy side, bro?

In a minute,

if you don't stop complaining.

- You're sure now?

- Yeah, I got it.

All right.

Earn that food, buddy.

Drop that sh*t.

- Whoo...

- Yeah, man.

- Nice!

- This is it, this is it.

- Nice.

- What do you think?

- Nice for real, dude.

- It's gonna be fun.

No doubt, man. The parties

We're gonna have, boy.

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