Midnight Le getting ready to climb into the cage and go to work.
When the brackets were announced,
he thought he'd be going up against Marco Santos.
He's got to be thrilled to be seeing Brendan Conlon across from him.
Hey! You asked for it.
Brendan retired from fighting some years ago.
He's actually a high school physics teacher now,
and Midnight had some fun with that at the press conference yesterday.
Well, he said he was going to give the teacher a serious lesson,
and that getting killed was no way to spend a summer vacation.
Midnight is known for talking trash, he's also known for backing it up.
No question, Bryan. He's in a lot of trouble here.
- Midnight Le is an agent of destruction. - Gentlemen.
Go get him.
All right, guys, you've been given your instructions.
I expect a clean fight.
Obey my commands at all times. Defend yourselves at all times.
Touch gloves, go back, let's do this.
Go have some fun, baby.
Gentlemen, you ready?
You ready? Let's go to war!
Work your kicks!
Come on, Brendan, come on.
Move! You gotta move, you gotta move.
Let it out! Come on, move!
Stay away from the legs! Circle!
In and out!
Get off the fence!
Get through this. Sprawl down!
Get off the fence! Get off the fence!
There he goes!
Come on, Brendan. Get out of there!
Come on!
Get up!
- Come on! Come on! - Watch the back of the head!
- Relax, you're okay. You're okay! - Midnight is all over Brendan.
Well, this can't last much longer. This won't last much longer.
The teacher just has no answers.
Get out of there! Get out of there!
- And now, he's got the hooks in. - The hooks are in.
- Brendan in very big trouble. - The end is close.
Can Brendan make the end of the round?
Well, he's got the choke.
- He's got 20 seconds left in the round... - Come on.
...and Conlon's face is turning purple. This looks like it's over.
Get up! Find his legs!
Hips! Hip down!
Hip down! Get your weight down!
Get your weight down!
Well, Midnight is squeezing with all his might. He's got it very deep.
- Ten seconds! Don't you tap! - Ten seconds, Bryan, 10 seconds.
Don't tap! Brendan, don't you tap!
Hold on, Brendan.
Conlon doing his best to hang on,
'cause his whole world's about to go from day to night.
Don't you tap! Don't you tap, Brendan!
I cannot believe that, Sam!
I thought for sure this guy was going to sleep.
Midnight can't believe it either, by the way.
Jesus.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
You should've had him in the first round.
Beautiful. Beautiful. He doesn't know what hit him.
He doesn't know what hit him. Breathe.
Deep breaths. Come on now.
Small sip, small sip. Small sip.
Deep breath, deep breath. I want you to do something.
I want you to get him to pull, okay?
When he pulls, I want you to hit him a bit and I want you to shoot on him.
I'd love to be a fly on the wall, listening to Frank Campana right now
and hear what he's saying in there.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
And I want you to trade punches with him, all right? You're doing beautiful.
Let's go, seconds out!
Knock him out. Knock him out. Knock him out.
This round, knock him out.
- Let's do it. - He doesn't deserve to be here.
Beautiful. Breathe.
Let's go!
And here we go. The teacher answering the bell for round two.
Nice and easy!
Set the pace! Set the pace, Brendan!
Gentlemen! Let's go to war!
Circle around! Circle around!
Nice and easy!
Good, good!
Shoot! Shoot on him!
Get out of there! Hitch him! Hitch him! Hitch him!
Get out of there! Get out of there! Get out of there! Come on!
Do something.
Shoot! Shoot on him!
Shoot on him!
Yes!
Conlon shoots on Midnight Le and gets him down.
Midnight is trying to get to his...
- Scissors takedown. - A beautiful scissors takedown.
- Really nice. - Conlon showing signs of life
and not backing down.
Knees, knees!
Good!
Take his arm! Good!
- He's got a kimura lock! - He's got a very good kimura.
Turn your hips in! In!
Up! Stay with him. Turn your hips in!
Hips up! Turn your hips in!
Turn your hips in!
You got it, Brendan. Your round. You got it!
Turn your hips up and in!
Hips up! Very good!
He's in a lot of trouble.
That's it! Come on! Come on!
- Wow! He's got it very, very deep. - Midnight is in a very, very bad position.
Midnight is in big trouble.
Slow down! Relax! You got it! You got it!
Brendan Conlon is going to finish it right here!
Brendan Conlon has got him in a very, very dangerous position
- and Midnight is in big trouble. - Midnight...
I don't think Midnight has anywhere to go.
You got it! You got it!
Slow down! Relax! You got it! You got it!
And this isn't... This isn't happening!
- This can't happen. - It just did, Bryan.
He tapped!
Brendan Conlon tapped Midnight!
- I can't believe that. - Oh, my goodness!
You got him! Way to go, Brendan!
Yeah! Yeah! He tapped him out.
Honey, he tapped him out!
He did it! He did it! He did it! He did it!
Way to go, Brendan! Way to go! Yeah!
This is what's so great about mixed martial arts.
There's so many ways to lose.
One tiny miscalculation, anyone can win at anytime.
Which is probably why Frank Campana's embracing his man.
And I honestly don't think either one of them can believe what just happened.
Great show of sportsmanship here from the teacher.
Well, that's a hallmark of Frank Campana's philosophy,
something all his fighters buy into,
and, obviously, none more so than Brendan.
And Midnight Le is shocked.
He thought he'd get a free pass into the second round,
but, instead, he's going home.
Dominated the fight the entire way, but he falls prey to a very technical finish.
A very technical finish, but that's a fluke.
- I don't care what anybody says. That is a... - I don't know.
You can call it a fluke, but I'm gonna call it a guy maintaining composure
and waiting for his opportunity.
Conlon beats Midnight! Unbelievable!
I hope you got a receipt for your goldfish.
Yes!
Okay.
We're down to eight fighters, and soon to be seven,
as Koba prepares to go to work for the second time tonight.
- Right hand. - Huge right hand.
- Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my God! This is over.
Once again, Koba does not break a sweat.
You got to be kidding me. I'm afraid he might have broken something else.
That's certainly possible.
Koba moving on to tomorrow night.
- Koba! Koba! - Koba! Koba!
Mad Dog fighting like a man possessed.
Like a man with something to prove,
reminding everyone why he is a serious contender to win this whole contest.
He wanted to send a message to Tommy Riordan, and there it is, right there.
Here comes the underdog, Brendan Conlon.
The teacher miraculously passed his first test,
but now he's got to face The Dane.
Brendan! You can do it.
Halfway through round three, now, and the beating continues.
I honestly don't know how Brendan Conlon can take this kind of punishment.
He has been battered without mercy
- in both of his fights today. - Relax! You're okay!
He's still standing, Bryan.
Beethoven!
No! No, no, no!
Good, take him down!
Look at this, he's taking The Dane down!
Hold on to him.
He's looking for that arm. He's looking for the armbar.
- He's got an armbar. - He's got that armbar.
He's looking to be boss of it, once again.
Tap, tap, tap! Come on, tap, tap, tap!
Palms flat! Palms flat! Thumbs up!
He's got that arm, Sam!
- Break, break, break, break! - Yes!
Are you kidding me?
Yes!
Do it once, it's a fluke. Do it twice, and it's something else.
Pull the bandwagon over, I think I am hopping on.
I think I'm a believer.
You did it! Way to go, Brendan!
- I'm doing this! - Okay.
- I'm doing it! - Okay.
Okay, Son.
The crowd catching fire for the hero Tommy Riordan.
- Tommy! Tommy! - Tommy! Tommy!
He doesn't seem to want anything to do with all this adulation.
He's just here to fight.
- Tommy! Tommy! - Tommy! Tommy!
Gentlemen, you ready?
Are you ready?
- Let's go to war! - Right at him! Right at him! Right at him!
Well, here he comes again like a buzz saw!
- Yeah. - He is all over Diego Santana.
He's swarming all over him, and now he's beating on him without mercy!
Oh, my goodness!
There he goes again, storming out of the cage!
Tommy Riordan marching off through the crowd
and straight into the final four, ladies and gentlemen.
- Tommy! Tommy! - Tommy! Tommy!
- So where is he? - Yeah. Mr. Conlon.
Make a right at that white sign...
Hey! Can't sleep, huh?
I know that that other thing is
bothering the hell out of you.
I'm proud of you, Tommy.
What you did for that kid in the tank,
that was really something.
How about deserting my unit?
Is that really something, too?
Yeah.
I was on my way out of the country when I came across those guys.
What was I supposed to do? Let them drown?
No.
- What did you do? - What did I do?
I took off.
That's why you go by Riordan.
That's why they can't find your service records.
What the hell happened over there, Tommy?
That is none of your business, man.
Come on, kiddo. You know, I've been there.
I've done it, I've seen it.
You can trust me. I understand.
Will you spare me the compassionate father routine, Pop?
The suit don't fit.
Tommy.
I'm really trying here.
- You're trying? - Yeah, really. I'm trying.
Now?
Where were you when it mattered?
I needed this guy back when I was a kid. I don't need you now.
You know, it's too late now. Everything's already happened.
You and Brendan don't seem to understand that.
Let me explain something to you, okay?
The only thing that I have in common with Brendan Conlon
is that the pair of us,
we have absolutely no use for you.
Look at you.
Yeah, I was right.
I think I liked you better when you were a drunk.
At least you had some balls then, not like now,
tiptoeing around, like some beggar with your cup out.
Take it somewhere else. In fact, you know what?
Here's a cup.
Why don't you take this and go get yourself some more of your shitty tapes...
- Don't do this, Tommy. ...and you go back to the room
- and you listen to some more... - Don't do this.
...fish stories that no one gives a shit about. Now get out of here.
Get the fuck out of here! Go on.
God pity them!
All shall perish except me!
Bastards. Bastards!
You bastards. You bastards!
Stop the ship, you bastards!
Ishmael. God pity them.
Stop the ship. Please, stop the ship.
Stop the ship! Somebody.
Ahab.
You godless son of a bitch!
You stop the ship!
You godless son of a bitch!
"'The whale! The ship!' Cried the cringing oarsmen.
"'Oars! Oars! Slope downward..."'
Stop it.
"'O sea that ere it be for ever too late,
"'Ahab may slide this last, last time upon his mark!"'
Captain...
Stop the...
Captain, stop...
Stop the ship, Ahab.
For the love of God.
They're lost.
Stop it... The ship.
Ahab...
You stop the...
Oh, no.
- Come on, give me the Walkman. - No.
- No, no. - Come on.
Come on, come on. Come, give me the bottle.
Come here, come here, come here.
- Come on. Give me. - No.
Tommy.
We're lost.
We're lost, Tommy.
It's over. We'll never make it back.
- Stay down. - We'll never make it back.
I'm here.
I always loved you.
You know that, don't you, Tommy?
I always loved you.
You and your brother. My two boys.
- Tommy! Tommy! - Tommy! Tommy!
Tommy Riordan coming down the tunnel without his trainer.
Once again, no walk-out music.
I'd hardly say no music, Sam.
Bryan, it sounds like V-J day in Times Square.
I've never seen anything like this.
Tommy acknowledging his comrades for the first time
and climbing into the cage.
Mad Dog Grimes has been waiting for revenge
ever since the day Tommy Riordan walked into his gym in Pittsburgh
and turned his life upside down.
It's been a very long and very miserable few months for Mad Dog, to say the least.
Grimes mocking Riordan by having a camouflage motif for his mohawk tonight,
and the Marines are really letting Mad Dog have it.
All right, gentlemen.
All right, gentlemen, we've been over your instructions.
I expect a clean fight.
Obey my commands at all times, defend yourselves at all times.
Touch gloves, go back, let's do this.
It's not gonna happen again.
Mad Dog chomping at the bit here. He can't wait to get a piece of Tommy.
He predicted an early knockout.
He said he was gonna take Tommy out with one punch.
And by the way, he said, "They're gonna have to pull me off him."
We'll see what Tommy has to say about that.
Gentlemen, you ready?
You ready?
- Let's go to war! - Here they go and they are off!
Tommy tackles him, and he's on top!
He's raining bombs!
- Cover up! - Come on, work it.
- Raining bombs. - Mad Dog is out.
Mad Dog's in trouble. Please stop this.
Stop it! Stop the fight!
Break! Break! Break!
That's the fastest knockout I think I've ever experienced!
Mad Dog Grimes has been poleaxed. He is not moving.
You do that to someone on the street, they lock you up and throw away the key.
Break out the yellow tape, Sam.
This guy's walking away from the cage like he's leaving a crime scene!
- Tommy! Tommy! - Tommy! Tommy!
- Everybody through. Come on, move it out. - Sparta!
Yeah!
Mr. C! Mr. C!
I'm on your side.
Let's go.
- Principal Zito, there he is. - Nice.
Let's go, Brendan.
Brendan Conlon came into this tournament as 1,000-to-one underdog,
and now here he is in the final four.
The crowd showing their appreciation. He's getting quite the reception.
He's got a huge reception. I mean, this guy shocked everybody.
Come on, come on. You all right?
You've got a visitor.
Second row, 10 o'clock.
You all right with that?
I love you.
And here comes the great Russian, Koba.
Koba is so intimidating and his reputation is larger than life.
- Koba! Koba! - Koba! Koba!
I want you to look right at him when he comes in here. Look right at him.
All right? Don't take your eyes off him.
I'm proud of you, brother.
This is your cage.
Gentlemen.
All right, gentlemen, we've been over your instructions.
I expect a clean fight.
Obey my commands at all times, defend yourselves at all times.
Touch gloves, go back, let's do this.
Should I be nervous for Brendan? 'Cause I am.
I wanna stop the fight before it even gets going.
- Well, here we go. - He's like a machine. Look at him.
Gentlemen, you ready?
You ready? Let's go to war!
Keep your hands up, Brendan. Hands up.
But now, the question is, how long can Brendan Conlon stay alive?
Angle out of it!
Keep moving!
Get out of there! Get out of there!
Keep moving! Keep moving! Get away from him!
Hit him, babe! Hit him! Get in there!
- Crushing body shots. - Relax, you're okay.
Conlon's down, and Koba pounces and starts pounding!
Get up! Get up!
He's just pounding on him like a side of beef.
Go, go, go. Get up!
He's getting his ass whooped.
And now he's got him in the air!
Oh, God.
Relax, tie up his arm! Tie him up!
I think Campana has to think seriously about...
- How much abuse can one man take? ...continuing another round of this.
Go to war!
Just relax! Relax! Relax! Off the fence!
Brendan's going for a ride!
That one shook the entire building!
Man, he just threw him against the fence like a rag doll.
Get up! Get up! Come on! Hold on! Turn it in! Turn in!
And now he's on top! Koba's on top,
and he's finishing him, here. Look at this. On the edge of blowing it.
Get off the fence, Brendan!
You wonder how Conlon can take this kind of beating on his arms.
- His forearms and his hands. - Drop that neck!
How much can one man take?
Break! Break! Break!
Everybody has got to be a little bit concerned
about Brendan Conlon's bravery getting him in trouble here.
His bravery could get him killed, frankly.
And by the way, he's got nothing more to prove.
- He's lasted two rounds with Koba. - That's true, that's true.
And you wonder what's keeping this guy up.
Sit down. Sit down.
Breathe. Breathe!
Look at me. Look at me!
Wait up. Small sips. Hold it. Hold it, small sips.
Why are we here? Why are we here, Brendan?
Why are we here? Are we here to win this fight?
You tell me. 'Cause if we're not, I will throw in the towel.
We will get Tess and we will go home.
We'll go home, okay?
You don't knock him out, you lose the fight.
Do you understand me?
You don't knock him out, you don't have a home.
Let's go! Seconds out! Seconds out!
Gentlemen! Let's go to war!
Conlon somehow answering the call to round three.
And Koba's all over him once again.
Brendan's giving back, Bryan.
I mean, there's signs of life in Brendan Conlon.
He's starting to mix it up.
Pummel, pummel, pummel.
He's taking Koba down, but the Russian's back up.
Brendan shoots him again, pressing him against the cage.
- Yes! - Whoa, he's fallen deep into a guillotine.
Well, Conlon trapped in an iron vice here,
and Koba now squeezing his neck for all it's worth,
trying to choke the teacher out.
Hips, hips, hips! Breathe! Breathe!
Ride it out! Ride it out!
Conlon looking for a way out.
- What is this? - Just tossed Koba. Can you believe this?
He just shook off a guillotine and tossed Koba.
Conlon's looking for an armbar. He's looking for that armbar,
- and he's trying to submit the Russian bear. - Hips, hips, hips!
Yeah, you got him! You got him! You got him!
Koba slips right out.
Conlon's staying after him. He's squeezing the bear.
The tables have turned and the boy scout is actually messing with the bear.
The teacher springing off the fence and going for a mountain,
- but Koba's on his feet. - Get up, get up!
He does not want to be on the ground with Brendan
and his endless bag of submissions.
Koba trying to reestablish his dominance with brutal shots to the face.
But Conlon's showing no fear. This is a fight!
We have got ourselves a fight!
Wow, that's a huge elbow to the head.
And now, Conlon goes for a knee bar. He's got it very deep!
He's got it very, very deep!
He's deep on that.
He's got Koba in a lot of pain.
We saw this with Midnight, we saw it against The Dane,
and we're seeing it here! Brendan Conlon...
Break it! Break it! Break it!
Not letting out!
Conlon wrenching that knee for all it's worth.
He's putting everything he has into it.
And Koba is screaming in pain.
Koba taps.
Koba has tapped! Brendan Conlon has tapped Koba!
I can't believe it! Brendan Conlon has tapped Koba!
He's tapped Koba!
And Frank Campana can't believe it.
This whole place can't believe it. I can't believe it.
Brendan Conlon has tapped the great Koba.
- Tess! - You got it! You did it!
Brendan taps the world Sambo champ with a knee bar!
- Babe, you did it! - Brendan Conlon!
- I don't know what to say. It's amazing! - I don't know what I just saw.
I just don't know how to put this into context.
That's gotta be the biggest upset in MMA history.
I have never seen anything like this.
He tapped a world Sambo champion in a knee bar!
Brendan Conlon has tapped the great Koba!
Brendan Conlon, the physics teacher! Brendan Conlon, the civilian!
He's done the impossible.
He has done the impossible. He's pulled off a miracle.
This place is going crazy because they've just seen a miracle.
This is CNN Breaking News.
A surprising turn in the story of Iraq War hero, Tommy Riordan.
CNN has learned that Riordan's true identity
is that of Marine Staff Sergeant Thomas Conlon,
who went AWOL from his unit earlier this year,
following the friendly fire death of his brother-in-arms,
Sergeant Manny Fernandez.
Fernandez's wife, Pilar Fernandez, spoke with me
in an exclusive interview, moments ago.
The bombs started dropping.
They were coming from US planes.
Tommy and Manny were waving their flags
to let them know they were Americans,
but they didn't stop.
Everyone died.
Everyone except Tommy.
And, you know, my Manny used to say,
that Tommy was the brother he never had.
Conlon, who is fighting in the mixed martial arts mega tournament, Sparta,
is expected to be taken into custody by military police,
following tonight's winner-take-all finale in Atlantic City.
If victorious, he has pledged his $5 million purse
to the widow of his fallen comrade.
We've just got some incredible news,
that I'm having trouble putting into context, but here it is.
The two men fighting for the championship tonight,
for the $5 million prize,
for the middleweight championship of the world,
are brothers.
All right, let's get this off.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna fight him.
- Mr. C, Mr. C! - Mr. C, Mr. C!
- Tommy! Tommy! - Tommy! Tommy!
Gentlemen.
Gentlemen, this is the final. I expect a clean fight.
Obey my commands at all times, defend yourselves at all times.
Touch gloves, go back, let's do this.
Where's Pop?
Gentlemen, are you ready?
Are you ready?
Let's go to war!
Relax, Brendan, relax!
Get out! Get out of there!
Throw your hands!
Don't lose it. No, no, no!
Move! Move!
Tie him up! Tie him up! Control his moves. Control his moves.
Control the arms! Keep control in the arms! Breathe!
You're okay! Relax! Breathe!
Get up! Get up! Get up!
Relax! Breathe!
Tie him up! Get up! Tie him up, Brendan! Tie him up!
Come on. Get him! Get him! Get him!
Break!
What was that?
Hey, come on, Josh!
What's up with that?
Hey, step back!
Watch that late blow!
Come on!
Come on, Josh! I mean, what is that?
Come on, come on. Sit down. Sit, sit, sit.
Sit... Brendan, sit down.
Look at me. Sit down.
Brendan, look at me. Look at me.
Look at me, Brendan. Let it go. Let it go, okay?
Breathe. Beethoven.
Okay. He's coming right at you, right? Exactly like we planned.
I want you to angle out, hit and move every time. All right?
- Angle out and move. - Good.
Breathe. Breathe. Come on, relax.
- Okay. He's not your brother, right? - Time's up!
Look at me. He's not your brother, right?
- All right. - He's in the way.
Seconds out. Wrap it up.
Taking a little more time for the cheap shot.
Do your job, Josh.
Come on, babe. Come on.
Let's go to war.
Breathe!
Pace, pace! Control the pace!
Cover up!
Come on, get off the fence!
Get off the fence!
Hands up! Hands up!
Head up! You're all right! Relax! Breathe!
Yeah!
Get him!
- Huge throw. Huge. - Look at that.
Turn in! Don't give him your back!
Turn in! Go! Good! Good!
Come on, get out of it! Go! Get up!
Control the arms! Control the arms!
Cover up, cover up. Push it!
Break free! Break! Break!
Good, good, good! Clean break! Stop! Hey, stop!
- Come on. - Here we go, mom.
Time to lock up your china, the boys are at it again!
Let's go to war!
Now! Get up! Get up!
Get up! Come on, babe! Get up! Get up! Get up!
Control it! Control it with the arms.
Switch! Switch!
Hips!
Down, down. Hips down.
Oh, my God. That's a deep omoplata there. He's got the seats up.
Come on, Tommy!
You've got him, babe! You've got him, babe! Come on, tap him out!
Tom!
Break! Break! Break!
Tommy, you okay?
- Tommy! - Go! Let's go! Go!
Calm down. Calm down.
- It's the championship. Keep it together. - All right. All right. I got it.
Sit down. Sit down!
- Tommy! Tommy! - Tommy! Tommy!
- I popped his shoulder. - Relax. Breathe. Breathe.
- I heard it tear. - You popped his shoulder?
- Yeah. - Good. Okay.
I want you to pop his other shoulder. Let's go.
- Josh. - Hey, hey, no Josh.
- Josh. - Hey!
- Look at me. Look at me. - What?
All right, you got two rounds. Two rounds.
We need both rounds.
What?
- Tommy! Tommy! - Tommy! Tommy!
Go in there, you kick him in the head, take him down and finish him!
Tommy, what are you doing?
Shut up. Come on.
Stand back.
Come on. What? Have you gone crazy?
Let's go to war!
Brendan, pick your hands up!
It's over.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
It's over, Tommy.
You better fight!
It's over, Tommy. Come on.
Tommy, we don't have to do this.
Come on. Why do you want to do this, Tommy?
Am I gonna have to watch you do this?
Okay? You all right there?
Tommy!
Quick, finish him! You finish him!
Come on.
Break, break, break! Back up, back up!
I'm sorry, Tommy. I'm sorry.
Tap, Tommy.
It's okay. It's okay.
I love you.
I love you, Tommy.