Never Surrender Page #4

- Diego! Diego!

- Yeah!

He's good.

- Sloppy.

- Right now he is.

But did you see it? The point

where he let his rage take over?

Just imagine

what we might see

if we set the other

fighters loose on him.

Diego! Diego!

Diego! Diego!

Diego! Diego!

Mr. Carter...

we are honored that you have

blessed us with your presence.

Congratulations on

a beautifully-fought match.

- Thanks.

- You have earned a place

in this tournament

and a right to a consort.

Please... make your choice.

They're all very

beautiful ladies.

But I'm afraid for me

there's only one choice-

her.

Mr. Carter,

I am afraid that Sandra

is my personal assistant

and is therefore

unavailable

as a consort.

I thought you offered me

the woman of my choice.

Very well, Mr. Carter.

Sandra is

your new consort.

Let us hope that you have

a long and promising career.

Thanks again.

So you're mine.

This is your place?

No. This is your place.

Mine?

Welcome to your

new home, Mr. Diego.

- This is a mansion.

- You're very observant.

Your breakfast

is ready, sir.

They call him Crusher.

His real name

is Igor Kurkovich.

He was a former officer

in the Serbian military.

Crusher was discharged from service

for alleged war crimes,

but no charges formally

brought against him.

He entered M.M.A.

shortly afterwards

and rapidly became one of the most

dangerous fighters in the Eastern world.

The problem was

Crusher's style

was too brutal

for the national venues.

None of the major organizations

were willing to grant him a license.

That is, until reigning

U.S. champion Danny Jones

granted Crusher

a title shot.

It only took him 28 seconds.

Danny was never able

to fight again.

These guys

are animals, Diego.

They'll get up every time

you knock them down.

It's not a sport to them.

It's life or death.

Sounds like fun.

Then maybe

we should get to work.

Let's get to work.

Hey, this is Diego.

Leave me a message

or I'll choke you out.

Diego, this is George.

Where the hell

have you been, bro?

You doing okay?

Call me, huh?

Hey, take it easy,

Diego, okay?

Welcome to The Tournament.

Place your bets.

The visitor hours are over.

- I'm here to see Diego-

- Visitor hours are over!

Listen, I don't want

any trouble, okay?

Diego has a visitor.

George, what the hell

are you doing here?

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Fighting. Why?

Why? Because you

disappeared off the map.

And then I find out

from some shady people

that you're fighting in an underground

illegal tournament.

Look, I know what

I'm doing, okay?

It wasn't exactly easy

to get in here, Diego.

You really want to associate

yourself with this?

- How about we both get out of here?

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