Never Surrender Page #3

Mr. Carter.

So what exactly

am I considering here?

A tournament where

the best fighter fights

for the ultimate prize.

- And where are we going?

- Just follow the directions.

It changes every night.

So how come I've never seen

you at the club before?

It's not much further.

How do I know you're not

some kind of sexy, blonde

serial killer?

Maybe I am.

A little out

of the way, isn't it?

We like to keep our

engagements exclusive.

Hey, that's Bill West.

He disappeared

from M.M.A. two years ago.

You will find our

organization attracts

some of the best fighters

in the world, Mr. Diego.

Yeah! Yes!

Are there

any rules here?

There is one.

And who might you be?

Call me Seifer.

Pleasure to make

your acquaintance.

- Seifer?

- Yes.

You see, you not only

fight for survival,

you fight for your

opponent's prize.

They are consorts.

Every time a fighter fights

he must put up

his consort as ante.

If you win,

you get a night

with your enemy's consort.

If you lose,

he gets yours.

You're kidding, right?

No, no. This is unlike

anything you've ever seen.

This place recreates

the most ancient behavior-

the fight for a mate.

It's a primeval urge.

Nothing is more powerful.

The men go in hungry.

They fight

to protect their mates

and to claim

their enemy's.

The fighting

you will see here-

the most brutal thing

you will ever come across.

I will give you $250,000

for your first fight.

I make that

on a regular fight.

Yes, but here

you have no taxes,

no training, no agency,

no management fees

to worry about.

That makes it almost double

what you earn normally.

Some men fight for glory.

Some men fight for money.

Money.

Some men just fight to...

satiate their bloodlust.

It is a hard choice.

Yeah.

Anyway, can I call you

or something?

If you're interested

in entering the tournament,

you will earn

the right to a consort

by fighting in

the preliminary round.

If I win, can I make you

my consort?

I'm generally not

allowed to be considered.

Well, "generally not allowed"

is not necessarily

"not allowed," so...

I'll win this fight

and then we'll see what happens.

Mr. Diego,

you should be more concerned

about what would happen

if you don't

win the fight.

Yeah, right.

That's Diego Carter.

Is he fighting tonight?

Yeah. You bet.

It's going off uneven odds

'cause he hasn't fought here.

Oh, screw the odds.

I want a piece of that.

Large piece on Carter.

Hey, champ, what are you

doing here, slumming?

Maybe he wants to see

what a real fight is like.

Good luck.

No rules, no referee.

No belt will save you,

pretty boy.

Welcome to bloodlust,

my friend.

Oh! Yeah!

Diego! Diego!

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