Arena Page #4

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No, no, seriously.

I'll make you a proposition.

You give me, say, 10 fights.

- One down, nine to go.

- I didn't kill that man.

Horribly mutilated and left for dead?

Knowing he was going to be killed, huh?

Shades of gray, David.

Shades of gray.

You give me an all-out effort,

nine more times and win,

and I'll let you go.

I'm witness to kidnapping, torture

and murder.

I know your faces.

You really want me to believe

you'll just let me go?

Well, you'll be drugged and dropped on

some desolate road in a Third World country,

yeah, but you'll be free.

And as far as you knowing who we are,

you don't know sh*t.

Look, the FBI, Ml5, Interpol,

all kinds of motherfuckers are looking for us.

I don't fear a fireman from Denver.

I give you my word.

Give me nine more fights and win,

and, in the words of Abraham Lincoln,

"I'll set you free!"

F*** you! I'll die before I kill for you.

I am sorely disappointed. Crushed, really.

But I haven't lost my appetite.

What is your name?

You expecting a different answer?

Death Dealer.

How lovely it would be.

But first,

you must fight for me.

Or what?

You gonna kill me?

No. I'm gonna kill her.

Your friend's wife. Akiko.

You have three minutes

to kill your opponent.

And by kill, I mean...

Off with his head.

You do that in the allotted amount of time,

she goes free.

But you lose,

or you're one second over three minutes,

I will slice her throat,

and bleed her like a little f***ing piggy.

You know, they say

you drown in your own blood.

Sounds like a horrible way to go.

I'll take it that you accept my offer.

Hey, dude, come here.

You're retarded. Come on. Line up's up.

- "White Samurai"?

- Yeah.

He's only fought once. He's kind of a p*ssy.

You're kind of a p*ssy.

- I like the Dealer of Death.

- Death Dealer.

- Whatever.

- No, not whatever.

His name is Death Dealer,

that's what you should call him.

Shut up, okay?

Oh, my gosh, a damsel in distress.

- Classic.

- I love samurais.

Who doesn't?

Bring up the music.

Gently. Gently.

Now give me a breeze.

Lovely!

Ninjas don't like samurais.

That's not true.

Ninjas and samurais are like cousins.

- Yeah.

- Yeah!

- That is disgusting.

- I love it when they get gruesome.

- Do you think he's gonna make it?

- Yeah.

- No, he's done. He's done.

- No, he's hurt.

- What?

- Awesome!

- David.

- Taiga. Taiga.

Taiga, no, no, no.

They told me they would kill her.

I'm sorry.

- Safe.

- That was insane.

I'm sorry.

The White Samurai fought with bravery.

But was unable to defeat his opponent.

And unable to save his princess.

That was a little gross.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing I can do.

Why are you letting this man suffer?

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