Never Back Down 2 Page #2

-Come on! Let's go!

Where you going?

Hold it!

Who this motherf***er is?

What y'all want?

We can take him.

Hold up.

We're cool. We're good bro.

We'll get you another day.

Let's go.

Thanks. Thanks, guys.

Who is it?

Mike. I was told

to come see the RA for some reason.

Nlike, the wrestler kid?

Yeah.

Enter, Mike the wrestler.

So, why'd you want to see me?

We'll get to that, Mike the wrestler kid.

But first, may I ask you,

are you a fan of the fight cage?

Do you have a taste for the savage science?

Yeah. I guess so.

Okay, great. Come on.

Behold.

So, you're behind this?

You tell anyone that,

and I'll f***ing kill you.

What's up with the clock?

That's the countdown

to the Beatdown, baby.

-The what?

-The Beatdown, bro.

It's back. Less than 100 days to go

for a second dose of ass-kicking,

skull-crushing mixed martial arts madness.

Cajun style. Only this time, I'm in charge.

Max Cooperman,

impresario of the Beatdown.

Fight's on when the clock ticks down, bro.

$20 a head, at a site to be determined.

-A tournament?

-Yeah, bro.

One night, two hours, 16 fighters.

Winner takes home a cool 10 grand

and nationwide celebrity.

Well, that sounds cool, man.

But what's that got to do with me?

As you can see, I have some spots to fill.

And you can help by talking to some of your

no-neck wrestling buddies.

I'll give you a finder's fee

and comps to the Beatdown.

-Just keep my name out of it.

-'Cause it's illegal, right?

I don't know, man. You think?

It's like a rave. Only instead of drugs,

we're gettin' stoked on mayhem.

Cops and non-believers to be avoided

at all costs.

I'll think about it.

The swelling's gone.

But if your retina detaches any more,

you could go completely blind in that eye.

Now your injury is caused

by receiving too many blows to the head.

The symptoms won't heal

without a medical procedure.

Well, I mean, then all I need is surgery, right?

-Then I can fight again?

-I'm afraid not.

Well, I mean, I won't tell anyone.

-You can't tell anyone either, right?

-Zack, I'm sure this is atough blow,

but it's not as tough as the one

that takes your eyesight.

Your career as a boxer is over.

Oh, my gosh, girl, these guys are so hot.

I know.

Yeah, girl.

MMA is what boxing wishes it could be.

I know, right? Ground and Pound, baby.

These guys could have me

any day of the week.

I know. I know, right?

What are you guys watching?

Where's lVlom at?

Look, I had to do it, okay, sweetie?

We need this money.

-But, Mom, I just...

-We can talk about this later.

-I don't...

-No. Go home, Tim.

Hey, Stokes. Should I be worried, man?

-What?

-it's gotta hurt, huh?

Your dad leaves your mom for another dude?

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