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a real killer submission hold master.

Try to listen to this.

Brought Christopher along

to make the announcement.

Now Pressure here put

this organization on the map

and he is our brightest,

most brutally talented fighter.

- Isn't that right, Pressure?

- Please don't stop.

No, I'm just kidding.

But...

- What a cool guy.

- Don't let him fool you.

So you're looking

to discover the undiscovered.

That's right.

Today we're accepting applications

for the most incredible

elite competition

to find the greatest

undiscovered fighter in the world.

Our finalist will go up against a pro

for the title and an MCW contract--

that is if anyone thinks

they have what it takes.

Now correct me if I'm wrong,

but that pro would be yourself,

Christopher.

- Well, yeah.

- He's the best of the best over here.

- You kidding me?

- And I am the best, you know.

- And I will remain that way.

- There you have it.

That's why Alonso's back.

Alonso's trying to go pro?

Yeah. Know anybody else

who might be interested?

No? Thought not.

Okay, let's go.

No rest for the wicked.

Don't waste time in here.

Sometimes a fighter

brings his own fight.

Other times you gotta bring

that fight to the fighters.

When two wild animals

are locked up in a cage together,

sometimes that could make

a fighter more hungry.

Don't tell Ringo I snuck in again, okay?

My lips are sealed,

but only for a little while, sugar.

Do you believe in--

dest-- do you believe in destiny?

Yeah, I mean she's a great girl.

Yeah, she is.

No no, but I mean like fate.

I know, pumpkin.

I was just making a funny.

Look, listen, do you think

unless sometimes people are pushed

they'll never reach

their full potential?

Well, I think that you're reaching

your full potential right now

without doing any pushing.

No, seriously.

Come to the edge.

But we might fall.

Come to the edge.

But it's too high!

COME TO THE EDGE!

And they came, and he pushed,

and they flew.

Poet Christopher Logue.

- Who are you?

- My real name's Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn.

Does this club have a computer

hooked up to the Internet?

- What are you doing?

- One second. Work work work.

Come on.

Done.

Thank you.

I just might have saved

my best friend's life.

Aw, you are so sweet.

And you might just be stealing

my heart right from my chest.

You shouldn't be out so late, Ringo.

Your boss said I had a month.

I'm off the clock.

See...

I didn't like how we ended

the night last night.

What?

With you being beat up by a girl?

Drop it! Drop the knife!

You see, Razer,

you brought a knife to a bottle fight.

Now your boss said I had a month.

I suggest you let me have it, okay?

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