Battle of the Year Page #6

Lil Adonis.

(RELIEVED SIGH)

Kilowatt.

Yes.

Bambino.

Yeah.

Aces.

Yeah.

Mayhem.

(GRUNTS)

Gillatine.

I knew it!

Kid and Rebel.

Yo.

That's what's up. Both

of us, man, both of us.

Swat.

A'ight.

Abbstarr. Flair.

ABBSTARR:
Yeah!

Ooh, baby, yes!

Dani.

Amen.

Intricate.

INTRICATE:
I made it.

And finally...

Rooster.

Yes!

If I did not call your name,

thank you for coming.

If I did,

see Franklyn here.

And, gentlemen,

be prepared to train harder,

faster and longer

than humanly possible, 'cause

over the next nine weeks,

only 13 of you will make

the final dream team.

That's it.

(SCATTERED CHEERS)

Damn.

What's up with

the barbed wire?

What the hell

is this place?

It's an old abandoned

juvenile detention center.

Sh*t, my mom was right.

What?

She always said I'd end

up in a place like this.

Dante makes mad money.

What are we doing here?

Coach picked it.

He used to teach summer basketball

camp here after it closed.

Not exactly

B'nai B'rith, right?

Listen, man, just 'cause we're both

Jewish doesn't mean we're best friends.

Good stuff.

This place is nasty.

FLIPZ:
Looks good to me.

Compared to where I'm from, this

joint's the goddamn Hilton.

Welcome, gentlemen.

This beautiful

park-like setting

is gonna be your new home

for the next few months.

Dorms are right

through here.

Go ahead and drop your

stuff and get settled in.

Nah, man.

Are you serious?

This is ridiculous.

Crazy.

Yo, what is this place?

Listen, Coach,

I was thinking on some ideas

ever since you made me your assistant.

Well, I want to earn my keep.

Anyway, I think we should get a

choreographer if you're really serious

about making a splash

at the Battle of the Year.

Someone who's done world tours

and worked with major artists.

What's that around

your neck, Franklyn?

It's my coaching whistle.

Let me have it.

Why?

Give it up.

It's more of a support

whistle for your

head-coach whistle, so...

Franklyn.

It just separates me

from the b-boys.

Let's have it.

Can I say no?

I really want to say no.

Give me the damn whistle.

No.

Anything else?

Where's the coaches' quarters?

Over there, but you'll

be staying with them.

Seriously?

Listen up!

Battle of the Year

is three months away.

Take a moment,

think about that.

In three months,

nine of you will be sitting

back on your couches

while the other 13 are in

France, representing America.

Center stage in

a global arena.

Choice is yours.

You do this right,

nothing in your life

will ever be the same.

Don't make the mistake

of thinking I'm your friend.

I'm not.

I'm here for one purpose.

Turn you into a team by whatever

means I deem necessary, period.

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