When?
Like, sometime next month, man.
The fighters get the time and place by text message
at the last minute.
Dude, do all you guys live in houses this big?
Bro, this is our guest house.
Push over.
What are you doing?
- Training. - Take off your gloves.
- I just... - Take off your gloves.
Fight outside the gym and you're done. Go right now.
You don't train here anymore. Out of my sight.
Out!
Want to tell me who did this to you, Charlie?
- Not a big deal. - It is a big deal.
It's not like you.
- What about the other guy? - What about him?
You think this is funny, Jake? This is all your fault.
- How is that? - Well, all this business with fighting.
You're the one who's supposed to be setting the example.
- I thought that was your job. - Well, I am trying,
but all he wants is to be you.
You think you're the only one who gets angry, Jake?
You think you're the only one who wants to break stuff?
I'd like to break stuff, too!
- Want to try that, Charlie? - You sure?
Yeah, go on, break it.
- You feel better? - Yeah.
How about you, Mom? Feel better?
Yeah, I do.
But guess what, there's still a mess that needs to be cleaned up,
and that is my job.
I can help. - No, it's all right.
Get out of here, both of you.
It wasn't a fight.
I got hit with a ball.
It was an overhead, and I took my eye off of it.
I'm sorry I lied, Mom.
I thought it sounded cooler if I got in a fight.
Still think you don't need to set an example, Jake?
Isn't this a little stalker-ish?
Yes, but he's not going to let you in the gym,
so we gotta go outside.
Outside?
Dude, it's called 365 Combat for a reason. He never leaves.
Well, he's gotta leave sometime.
Come on, dude. I mean, we got to get you back in there, man.
We need to be training.
- We? - I don't go back until you go back.
Cool.
Whoa, he's leaving.
Let's go, baby, let's go.
I lied, the first class.
I had every intention of fighting outside the gym.
Is this your apology?
Okay, I lied because I wanted to pound on the guy
that was pounding on me.
This guy, he's got the perfect life,
the perfect car, the perfect girlfriend.
You know,
I lied because I'm pissed off,
because I'm angry all the time.
I just...
I just had to say no, and I blew it.
That's all I needed to do, and I couldn't.
My dad, he was...
He was completely wasted, he was tanked.
He wanted to drive.
And I let him.
He went off the road,
hit a tree.
I made it.
He didn't.
I've just been letting my mom down, my brother down,
getting into fights.
I don't want to be angry anymore.
The only time I'm not is...
It's when I'm in the gym and I'm training with you.
Be at the gym at 7:00.
Thank you.
You won't be thanking me tomorrow.
That was not cool.
Tap out.
That's what I'm talking about.
Yes!
What's with the gym being open every day, all year?
And why do you live there?
Where's your family?
Come on, I won the race. You owe me something.
Okay.
My father moved from Senegal to Brazil when I was very little.
My father was proud to open a little street corner restaurant,
but he was even more proud of my little brother, Joseph.
Right from the start, he was 10 times the fighter I could ever dream of being.
I mean, we fought professionally, but Joseph was truly great.
We were at a local bar, Joseph and I,
and this guy
started mouthing off to Joseph,
saying ugly things to him.
Wanted to prove his manhood, I guess, by taking on a pro, you know?
So I wanted to stop him.
I wanted to put this loudmouth in his place and end this ugly talk.
But, of course, Joseph,
he beat him.
This local tough guy was so badly humiliated
he left with his friends.
He then returned 10 minutes later
and shot Joseph in the head.
My father's favorite son.
- I couldn't face him after that. - So you haven't seen your father since.
Anyways,
you beat me once.
Think you can do it again?
Well,
I don't want to hurt an old man.
Come on, old man!
You have no way to win here. Stop fighting back.
Change it up. Go for position.
Trap my arm.
My leg here.
Now bridge and roll me over.
Now you have a chance to get in position.
A small chance.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, you win, you win. You win.
I get it.
But you can't always change position. I mean, sometimes you just get stuck.
In any fight, you can always change your position.
You just have to find a way.
- So it's on me? - Always has been.
Always.
Deuce.
How's he doing?
He's down 3-2 in the first set.
Hey, Charlie!
I thought you wanted to go to Wimbledon!
You got this!
Quiet, please.
That was subtle.
Yeah.
It's not our strong suit.
Deuce.
- I want to make things better, Jake. - Don't worry.
- Everything's fine. - No, it's not.
- We're significantly screwed up. - No, we're
tremendously screwed up.
Yeah!
There you go.
I'm just grabbing a seat over there.
Hey.
I was thinking about what you said.
And?
I think that was total bullshit, what you did.
Wow.
This is going better than I ever expected.
But
I was the one who took the bait, okay?
I chose to fight.
You tried to apologize, and I acted like an asshole.
You had nothing to do with that.
Thank you.
Apologies are good.
Yeah, they are.
Anything else you need to apologize for?
It's a long list.
Hello, can I help you?
My son Jake trains here.
- Jake Tyler. - Yes, he does.
Your son is a very good fighter.
Something every mother longs to hear.
Jake is much more than just a very good fighter.
Is that what you say about all the angry young men that pay your bills?
They're a lot less angry when they walk out of here
than when they walk in.
Okay.
That's fair.
When I first met Jake, I thought,
"Here's another kid who has a hard time dealing with his own emotions."
But now I see he's just afraid of them.
I know that Jake thinks I somehow hold him responsible
for the death of his father.
Do you?
This is for next month.
- Thank you. - Just do me one favor.
Make sure he keeps all his teeth.
My dental plan doesn't kick in for another six months.
Here, a mouth guard.
My dental plan.
Thank you.
Jake is a good kid.
I know he is.
It's on, dude. Beatdown is tomorrow night.
I don't think I'm gonna do that, man.
Yeah, man. Right.
No, really. I'm serious.
I'm not gonna fight at the Beatdown.
What?
- Why not? - Because that's what Ryan wants.
Not me.
Dude.
I'm sorry, man. Come on.
Let's just grab a seat with the girls.
I mean, Baja's friend has been checking you out all afternoon.
Babes.
The one thing better than brawling.
So, you play Xbox a lot?
"Useless junk."
You sure you don't need a bigger box?
Tools of his trade.
Those look kind of cute on you.
They're still sweaty.
- Sorry. - No, I like it.
Get up.
I said, "Get up."
Okay, I'm up.
Nice contact.
Two older brothers, one bathroom.
Show me.
Show you what?
What you got.
Show me.
You got good stance.
You love my stance.
I do.
Can you take it to the ground?
You see, it's about submission.
You wanna be able to make your opponent tap out.
Tap out?
You wanna make it so painful that they wanna give up.
I don't tap out.
You wanna tap out?
Do you want to tap out?
Okay.
Hey, Charlie.
What are you guys doing?
Wrestling.
Yeah.
What's up?
Phone. Mom.
- Okay. - Mom.
Big wrestling fan.
Okay, okay. Who needs a margarita?
Hi.
Yo, Aaron.
Fresh batch, baby. You want one?
No, thanks, Mr. McCarthy. I'm good.
Come on, man. Don't be a punk. Have a drink with me.
And don't call me Mr. McCarthy.
- I'm not that old. - Dad!
I think we're good.
All right. If we're good, guess we're good, huh?
Are you getting smart with me here in front of your friends?
I asked you a question.
Are you getting smart with me here in front of your friends?
You wanna be the best, you gotta take out the best.
All right, I can take a hint. It's all good.
- I'll see all you guys later, all right? - So long, Mr. McCarthy.
Shit. Can you believe Tyler bailed on the Beatdown?
What? Why?
He's scared of getting his ass kicked, man.
That's not the word on the street, man.
Oh, yeah?
What is it?
What is the word on the street?
My bet is that he can kick your ass.
What?
What's up?
Just hitting the mats.
You're training with Roqua. You must be getting pretty good.
Mad Max, master of the ground and pound.
Yeah, dude.
Thanks.
So, I heard your boy doesn't want to roll at the Beatdown.
That's correct. He's out.
Would have been sick, right? You and him made it to the finals.
Guess we'll never know.
Take it easy.
Hey, you wanna come hang at the house?
Show some of the guys the new moves you're working on?
Sure thing, man.
Hey, no, come on. Ride with me.
Max! Max!
Come on, dude. Jump kick some more.
Nice. Lower it.
Let's go.
- Check it out. - Good.
Hey, man, you gotta...
You wanna kind of, like, control the breathing.
Seriously, most fights end because one fighter gets gassed.
And then when that happens, dude, forget about it.
You know, we can do without the insight, Sensei. Thanks.
Sit down, Max.
Don't laugh at him, you assholes.
He's right.
Most guys lose because they get winded.
Right?
- Right. - Yeah.
Come on. Me and you.
Let's teach these boys a lesson, huh?
Yeah.
Come on.
Guard up. Guard up. Guard up.
You know, you can tell everything about a fighter from how they take the first shot.
Shit.
When you get tagged, your mind only registers two thoughts,
back the hell up or get the hell in.
Dude, I don't have any gear on.
That's what it comes down to.
You're either backing out or you're getting in.
Ryan, don't! Stop!
Jesus, Ryan!
You know, I don't think I've seen this one on ESPN.
You just wait.
Indian Poker's gonna be huge.
See, Hold 'Em's all about luck.
This, thinking man's game.
Raise you two blues.
I got a strange feeling I should fold, but I'm definitely gonna call you.
How do you win every time?
It is a thinking man's game.
So, you wanna wrestle?
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Hurry up. Go. Hurry up, man. Go.
Jake?
Max! Max!
Oh, no! Call 911!
It's gonna be okay, man.
Fractured ribs, six stitches inside his lip, and a broken nose.
That must have been one hell of a fall.
You're gonna be fine,
but we'll have to keep you here overnight for observation.
- Called your parents? - Yeah.
Are they coming?
- We have to call the police. - No way.
Why not?
I need to borrow your car.
Jake!
Jake, wait!
He's baiting you, just like at the party.
- This is different. - Really?
'Cause from right here it looks like
you're giving him exactly what he wants.
Who's next? You? Charlie?
Jake, walking away and giving up are not the same thing.
Good, 'cause I'm not doing either one.
Hey, Jake!
Jake!
Where's Max?
He's in the hospital.
That boy
whose truck Max got into, he hurt Max.
- Revenge... - No.
Revenge has nothing to do with this.
Listen, whatever your reasons, right or wrong,
the consequences will be the same.
That's fine by me.
Do this and you can never come back in my gym again.
I let you get away with it once, not twice.
Wait. Wait!
What? You think this is what I want?
To never train with you again just to
give some asshole the show that he's looking for?
Then stop. Let it go!
The night my dad died,
I just let him drive.
I didn't even try to stop him.
Doing nothing has consequences, too.
You cannot live in the past, my friend.
Really?
If you could go back and stop the guy who shot your brother...
- Don't push me. - I know you would have fought that guy.
- I know that you would have... - You know nothing.
Seven years.
Seven years, I have not seen my family,
my friends.
And every day, like the day before,
I wake up, wash my face, look myself in the mirror,
disgusted.
Why not go back?
And face my father?
The last time he spoke to me
he said both of his sons died that night.
If that's what you believe,
then he was right.
You gave up.
Sometimes fighting the fight
means that you have to do the one thing
that you don't want to do.
You have to fight for his forgiveness.
You can't just hide here forever.
At least I can't.
I'm gonna stop this guy.
Win, lose, it makes no difference.
It ends tonight.
This is my fight.
Everyone's got one.
Jake.
No matter what happens,
control the outcome.
It's on you.
Always has been.
Come in.
I was wondering...
I don't want to lie about this.
I'm not gonna ask you to.
Hold up.
No, no, no, he's cool.
You have fun, Jake.
Everybody do what they gotta do.
Yeah.
That's right.
It's 12:00 right about now. You know what time it is?
Beatdown!
Lock the doors, nobody gets out alive. It's time for the Beatdown!
Beatdown! Beatdown! Beatdown! Beatdown! Beatdown! Beatdown!
The first match is about to begin.
Let's give it up for Camin and Mintz!
This is a no holds barred match.
No eye gouging, no crotch shots and no biting.
Bout ends with a tap out or a knockout.
Fight!
Come on, Mintz!
Check that right.
Do it, man!
Camin and Mintz!
It's gonna go down!
Whoa! It's over.
Kick to the face.
Mintz is going on to the next round!
Yeah!
Show your stuff. Show your stuff.
Jake Tyler, checking in.
We're still in the first round.
And we have 32 fighters going for the title of Beatdown King.
And right about now, we got the new guy, Jake Tyler, trying to throw up
against current Beatdown King, Ryan McCarthy!
Oh, my God!
Wow!
Ryan is so hot!
Check mine out, too, yeah.
Strictly for the ladies.
New guy, he's been doing some push-ups,
but he's still a dead man walking.
McCarthy and Tyler.
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Slight mix-up, man. It's not McCarthy versus Tyler.
It's McCarthy versus Taylor.
I'm sorry, y'all. It's McCarthy versus Taylor,
and not McCarthy versus Tyler.
We made a mistake. We misread. I'm sorry.
I can't read sometimes. I can't read. Damn it!
Don't boo me. I'll beat your ass.
You dodged a bullet there, huh?
Stick around. This'll be quick.
Oh, knee to the head!
Beatdown King.
Leg lock!
Jake Tyler!
Yeah!
Reversal!
He tapped out! He tapped out!
Jake Tyler returns from the dead.
Yeah!
Only eight guys left, people!
And we got Jake Tyler versus Dak-Ho.
Down! Let him bring it!
Jake Tyler is hurt!
A kick to the ribs.
Many exchanges with these two.
Watch out!
Superman!
Punch to the face!
Dak-Ho!
- Come on! - Dak-Ho is killing him out there!
Bust that pretty face!
Tyler slams Dak-Ho.
Leg lock! He's got the ankle.
I think it's a wrap for Jake Tyler. It's over. It's over.
Reversal!
Jake Tyler, back from the dead. How does he do it?
Triangle choke!
He tapped out!
It's over! It is over!
Jake Tyler is going on to the semi-finals.
I can't believe it! Dak-Ho is out of there!
Fight fans have got to love it.
Give it up for the new guy, Jake Tyler!
Hey!
Are you sure you can fight?
Yeah. Just give me a minute.
I said just give me a minute.
So, I show up, and that's the welcome I get?
You look like shit.
That's an insult to shit.
What are you doing here?
I guess I couldn't walk away either.
Why not?
I went back and sat with Max after you left,
wondering when...
If someone from his family was going to show up.
Then I realized they already had.
I get it,
why you're fighting.
It's like the Shield of Achilles.
You're fighting so that you don't have to fight again.
Shield of Achilles.
Nicely done.
You can do this.
This is the semi-final round!
Looks cute, but it's not enough.
Body slammed on the floor!
Come on, champ. What are you doing? Why can't you finish?
He ain't even fighting back. Why you taking so long, champ?
This ain't the Ryan McCarthy we've been seeing all night!
Give us a show, baby!
He taps out. Villa taps out!
Ryan McCarthy is the winner!
Give it up again!
Yeah!
Let him hear it, y'all. Let him hear it!
We love you, Ryan!
McCarthy is going on
- to the Championship Round! - Wait. Hold up.
Let me see.
McCarthy! Illegal move. DQ. Eye gouge.
- Eye gouge? - You're out.
- Get over there. - What? Keep it moving.
- Hold on, y'all! - You're out!
Ryan McCarthy eye gouges Villa!
He is disqualified.
This is Jake Tyler versus Tommy Kline.
Oh, yeah!
Are you ready?
Ready?
Fight, already!
- What happened to McCarthy? - DQ.
Fight!
Did he just tap out?
You're not serious!
Come on, let's go.
Jake Tyler taps out! He didn't even throw a punch yet.
The winner by default is Tommy Kline.
So, what the hell is going on tonight, man?
All right, y'all.
I guess the championship match is between Villa and Kline.
Sounds like a bad law firm.
I'm pissed off. I'm going in the back to cool off.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah.
What the hell was that?
This is about me and you. I don't care about some tournament.
You giving up? Is that what you're doing?
No. I showed up. I'm here. I'm ready.
There's nobody here to watch now.
That's all you care about, right?
"Spectator sport"?
That's all you got.
Now you got nothing.
Walk away from it, man.
Ryan, stop!
It's on.
The real championship is going on outside.
Where the hell y'all going?
Y'all can't leave the Beatdown like that.
Fight? Oh, shit!
Light them up, man!
Watch his feet!
Kill him, Ryan!
Come on, Ryan. You past his door, baby.
Don't let him tie you up!
Come on, grapple with him. Get on the ground with him.
Yeah, baby. Come on, Ryan, get up!
Come on, Ryan! Get up!
Come on, Ryan. You did it before. Overhand right. Overhand right.
Jake, you're weak, man. You're weak, Jake. You ain't got nothing!
This is the Beatdown right here!
You got moves!
Nice shield! Nice shield!
Go for the ribs, Ryan. He's hurt. Go for the ribs.
Come on, Ryan! Get him!
Come on, Ryan! Get out of it!
Come on, Ryan!
Crack those ribs, baby. Break them. Tenderize them!
Go, Ryan!
Ryan, stop it!
Jake! Come on!
Don't freak out, man!
Jake!
What the hell are you doing?
Ryan, you're an asshole!
Come on, Jake! Tap out, man!
Jake!
What are you doing? Ryan!
Ryan, let go!
You're gonna kill him, Ryan! What the hell are you doing?
Jake!
Yeah!
Sorry.
You should not be driving a stick.
That's big talk from a guy who takes the bus.
Hey, Max. You okay?
Improving significantly.
Yeah!