First Match Page #5

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What?

Let's go.

You know you gotta go beast

on their asses, right?

Come on, ref, make 'em wrestle.

Get to your base.

Get to your base.

They fit all right?

Yeah. Thanks.

Gotta loosen up.

You'll be all right.

Plus, the kid you're wrestling,

he's a freshman.

Besides, he ain't seen your magic weapon.

Mo. You're up.

Remember, keep him in front of you,

and don't tie up.

Look for the shot.

Hey, hey, where's your head at?

All right? Okay.

Seriously?

- How's this even allowed?

- How are you even allowed?

- 'Cause I'm a dude.

- Why you crying like a b*tch?

Mo, cool it!

Knock that off.

You're here to wrestle.

In the middle.

Shake hands.

Let's go. Shake hands.

Let's go, Mo! Let's go!

Stop him.

Keep him in front of you.

Make it quick, Santo.

Don't tie up!

Work the score.

Take a shot. Take a shot.

- Two.

- That's it!

That's it! That's it!

Santo! Santo! Santo!

Off your back! Off your back!

Two.

Come on.

- Three.

- Bridge!

Four.

Okay, it's Red's choice.

Red chose top. Green, set up.

Red, get set.

Up and out, Mo. Up and out.

Easy.

Come on, Mo.

Watch the fingers.

Come on, Mo.

Let's go, Mo! Let's go, Mo!

- Come on, Mo!

- One, green.

One.

Two.

Three.

- Get off your back!

- Four.

- Get up! Off your back.

- Five.

- Get to your base.

- That's three near falls.

Red.

Come on, Mo! Break the hand.

One escape. Green.

Good! Good!

Two! Takedown, green. One.

Keep him down.

Two.

- Three.

- Lift the head.

- Four.

- Lift the head.

Five.

That's it! That's it! Right there!

Winner is green.

Let me get a shrimp-fried rice.

What size you want?

Let me get a... small.

Gotta watch that weight, right?

Tell you what,

you don't appreciate your own room

until you share a cell with a mental case.

This one foster home,

I had to share a room with six kids.

- Place smelled like sh*t.

- Yeah, well...

Juan know he owe me, so...

You working for him again?

You stupid? Nah.

Working for him?

This is just like payback.

Know what I mean? Back pay.

I'm gonna save up a little bit...

then I'm out.

- Where you going?

- North Carolina.

- Aunt Keisha's?

- You remember her?

She still got that crazy dog?

- Russell? Russell wasn't crazy.

- That dog was definitely crazy.

He tried to bite my arm.

I still got the marks.

'Cause you and your cousins

used to try to ride his ass.

Remember that one time

we pinned his ears back?

And you wonder why he bit you. Sh*t.

Even a dog got some pride.

We should've never came back here.

Sh*t don't always work out

the way it's supposed to.

My boy Jay get out,

we gonna open this car wash...

down in Greensboro.

- For real?

- Yeah.

Jay know the owner.

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