Kickboxer

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Punch out.

Neutral corner.

One, two, three, four, five.

-All right, all right, let's go.

-You got him, champ.

Let's go.

Get him again, yeah.

Break. Take him to his corner.

The champ is really awesome.

No one has even lasted five rounds

in his last eight fights.

-He's definitely The Eliminator.

-Watch this, kid.

He's going down this round.

You can do it, champ.

Let's fight.

Yeah, that's it.

That's it. It's over.

The winner

in 38 seconds of the fourth round...

...and still heavyweight champion

of the world:

Eric "The Eliminator" Sloane.

Turn around.

-Eric, come on over here.

-Champ, come over here.

Champ, how come

you don't use a trainer anymore?

I got my kid brother in my corner for

now. He says he's gonna be a vet.

I say he's gonna be a lawyer

or l'm gonna kick his butt.

Now that you've beaten

everyone there is to beat, what's next?

Take on the world's best.

Show them who's boss.

-What about Thailand?

-What about it?

I understand kickboxing was invented

there and they're the best at it.

Oh, really?

Kid, book us a flight to Taiwan first.

-Bangkok.

-Bangkok, Taiwan, Tokyo.

Hey, what's the difference?

I'm kicking ass wherever l go.

See you, kid.

Just don't forget,

you're fighting their champ next week.

-l know. l'm ready, don't worry.

-Watch your wallet.

She doesn't want my wallet.

She wants to make it with the champ.

You sure had it easy with Mom

in Europe. Dad never let up.

If l wasn't the best in every sport

I played, he'd call me a loser.

He was always on my case,

but he made me strong.

You know, Eric,

Mom, she was a very special lady too.

She wanted me to learn

three languages.

To take ballet

before l learned karate.

I really miss her.

I wish they would have been there

to see me win the championship.

Well, big brother,

they could never get along.

But l'm glad we do. They'd be proud.

Yeah. You're right, kid.

Kurt, come on.

Damn it, kid.

How many times do l have to tell you?

You don't win fights

with that tip-tap shit.

Power. Power kicks.

Now, take your gloves off

and let's go hit the pads. Come on.

That's power, kid.

Whoa, take it easy.

Gotta learn, kid. Come on.

-Hi, welcome to Bangkok.

-Thanks.

Mr. Sloane, how do you feel

about fighting our champ, Tong Po?

Piece of cake.

Mr. Sloane.

You think you're gonna win this time?

Where's the goddamn ice

in this dump?

-Go get me some, huh?

-Okay.

Hey, how much time we got?

About 30 minutes.

Eric, you've never fought

this style before. lt's so different.

Hey, a punch is a punch.

A kick's a kick. We came to fight.

Get me some ice, will you? Let's go.

-Eric.

-Where the hell you been?

Give me the ice.

Eric, don't do it.

I saw the look in his eyes.

This guy's crazy. He's fucking crazy.

Good, the crowd will love it.

Just like Rocco in Atlanta.

-You don't understand.

-No, you don't understand, kid.

I'm the best.

This is just another chance

for me to prove it.

So watch and learn.

It's all in the legs.

In the legs. Legs.

This guy was kicking one of these

with his fucking legs.

And the plaster was falling down.

So what? Can he move like me?

No. We got him.

Eric, please. Don't do this one.

I've got a bad feeling about this one.

-Hey, hey.

-Trust me.

-Don't fight this guy. Trust me.

-Hey, hey.

I brought you here to work my corner.

Now, what's your problem?

You're either with me,

or go the f*ck home.

Hey.

We're family.

Let's kick some ass. Come on.

Okay, let's go, champ.

Eric.

No.

-Fucking music's driving me crazy.

-Let's forget about the music right now.

Did you see that?

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