Glass Jaw (2018) Script

[projector running]

[roar]

[dramatic, ambient music ♪]


[Commentator on TV] Fuentes and Robinson swinging outta the gates tonight early in round number one.

Robinson, known obviously for his...

[Man, slurring] When you get, like- when you get good like this...

These are the... These guys are the top of their game.

These are both of the best you can possibly be.

I mean, this is a championship fight, and when you... ...you know...

Yeah! That's what I'm saying'.

You know, you have to have control.

You gotta be able to move around.

That's what these guys are doin'.

That's what... You know, I was told to always watch their feet.

Oh, oh, oh! Hold up! Whoa!

No, no, no! Hey! Oh, God!

God dang!

Aw!

Crap!

Fuckin' bums!

Man! You just gotta stand for a fuckin' round!

Took all my goddamn money.

Shit!

[inspiring music swelling ♪]

[Boy] So, whatcha got on your test?

[Younger boy] I got an F. [Woman] Let's go.

[Boy] I think I'm gonna tell Mom.

[Younger boy] No, you're not!

Yes, I will!

Jerk!

Just watch me.

[crows calling]

What are you lookin' at?

I said, what are you lookin' at?!

Your ugly face!

[both grunt]

[grunts]

Hit 'im, Travis!

Get off my brother! Get off my brother!

Do what Daddy taught ya!

Ah! I said, get off my brother!

[Girl] No! Leave him alone!

You're such a wuss, Ronnie!

[Girl] Stop it!

Give him a few hits!

He ain't goin' anywhere!

[Girl] No!

[punches landing] [grunting]

[ominous music ♪]

Ass-wipe!

[Girl] Jerks!

You okay?

[groaning]

Come on, Travis. Let's go home.

I got you!

Aw, man! All mine, sucker!

It wasn't for keeps! Yeah, it was.

You always win!

I don't wanna play Pogs with you anymore.

Yeah, well, enough of this Japanese crap.

Come on. Let's go.

In the house. Go on.

[dog barking] [coughs]

[Woman] Your fuckin' bookie friends!

Get out! Get out! Go on!

How dare you? Yeah?

Okay, come on. Bring it on.

[Woman] Your gambling it all away!

I'm not afraid of you!

Hey!

Huh?

What happened to you?

I hope you won.

He did.

Were you the referee?

Good boy. Good boy.

[somber music ♪]

[chatter]

[country rock music playing ♪]

Eh, eh, eh, eh. Stay with me.

Charlie.

Hey, Sam. Hey. Here. Sit right here.

[grunts]

No smokin' in here, Sam. Come on.

Oh...

Hmm...

It's a brand new cigarette.

What?

It's one o'clock in the afternoon.

So what? What are you?

Father Time? Give the kid a Squirt.

I'd like a Jack and Coke. All right?

I'm gonna go to the pisser. You stay right here. Okay?

I'll be right back. Keep him company.

I got a hot tip on this one.

This is a sure thing.

I'm gonna go big on the Raiders.

Sure you wanna do this?

Yeah.

It's a sucker bet.

No. It's a sucker bet if you lose.

Here you go, buddy.

[Travis] Thanks.

How you doin'?

When have you ever won?

Well, we have streaks, you know?

We're turnin' around on this one.

[speaks indistinctly]

I thought I told you to stay at the bar.

This your kid, Sam?

Travis, meet Happy. Happy, meet Travis.

Careful, Travis.

You know what they say. Monkey see, monkey do.

[chuckles] Yeah.

That means don't give him your money. Let's go.

I'll be by later to clear it.

Let's get a drink.

[Woman] You're all set.

[Sam, stammering] I brought him. We're here.

Okay. [phone ringing]

[light chatter]

[sighs]

Hey, look.

That's for you.

Don't lose it.

Here, put it in your pocket.

Don't want you to lose it.

Listen...

You're gonna meet some real pricks.

Don't be a weak-ass bitch.

All right?

Never let 'em know how scared you are.

And... anybody upsets you...

...hit 'em first...

...and hit 'em hard. Bam!

Like we do.

All right.

You be good.

[somber music ♪]

[sniffling]

Dad!

Listen to me, you little fucker!

You stay right here. Okay?

All right.

Okay, go ahead. Hit me. You wanna hit me?

Go ahead. Hit me.

Go on, punch me, then.

Come on. Go ahead.

Hit me. Hit me. Punch me.

Come on, come on!

No. You missed.

You missed.

Come on. Punch me.

Stay here. Stay here!

[Travis] No!

No!

[music swells, stops]

[Man] Enjoy this moment, Travis.

It's been a long road, huh?

We've come a long way when you think about all the small fights, the small gyms, no-names.

All of it was to get you here for this moment.

This fight.

You know, Travis, I gotta tell you, man.

I ain't never been more proud of anyone in my life.

You worked your tail off, son, and now you're here.

You deserve this.

[distant crowd cheering]

I love you, brother.

I love you, too.

[2nd man] Let me see your hands.

How's that feel?

Feels good.

Go get 'em.

Let's do it.

Babe.

Ah!

Nervous?

Yep.

It's only the beginning. It's the big one.

[chuckles]

[laughs]

You got this.

We got this. Just stay focused.

[distant crowd cheering]

[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, the future of the light heavyweight championship on the line tonight.

Travis Austin and Willie Roman.

[exciting, dramatic music ♪] [crowd cheering]

He's gotta get inside to the body if he's got a chance to win this fight. [bell dinging]

[Coach] Keep your breath goin', baby. Keep your breath goin', baby.

Keep it goin'. Keep focused! Keep focused!

This what you want? You want the belt?

[ding] [applause, cheering]

[Woman] Come on, baby!

[Coach] Hands up! There you go!

Hands up! No regret, baby!

[grunting]

That's it! Yeah!

[Announcer] Ah, he's got Roman on the backpedal.

Roman gettin' the ropes and the ref steps in to break it up.

Get that pin up, Trav. You can hit it!

Baby!

Oh, God!

[crowd shouting]

[echoing voice] Hey, Travis!

[cheering becomes muffled] [dramatic music ♪]

[no audible speech]

[Announcer] Straight right. Oh! And Austin is down!

[muffled shouting]

[Referee] One!

Two! Three! Four!

Get up! Up! Up! Up!

Hit 'em first, and hit 'em hard.

Bam!

Okay. Go ahead. Hit me.

You wanna hit me? Go ahead, hit me.

[Referee] Five! Six!

Seven!

Come on, come on. No. You missed me. You missed me.

[cheers fade back in]

Yes!

Come on, buddy!

[Referee] You okay?

Come on.

[blows landing] [grunting]

There goes Austin.

A series of blows. Right, left.

He's fired away!

[cheering, applause]

Come on! Come on!

Oh! There's the uppercut!

[crowd cheering, screaming]

[Announcer] Roman's down!

Ladies and gentlemen, this could be it.

Roman hasn't moved.

Ref is on the count of five!

Six!

That's it! It's over!

Travis Austin is your new champ!

[crowd cheering]

[electronic dance music ♪]


[all cheering]

There he is. The champ.

Hey, it was a hell of a fight, man.

I'm still seein' your vulnerabilities.

We're gonna get back in the gym and work on that upper-body strength, 'cause I'm tellin' you right now, man, we got lucky that Roman was slightly off his game tonight.

Dad, relax. He won.

Stop training for, like, two seconds.

Jesus.

He's right. We got lucky.

No, it was more than just luck, honey.

That guy didn't stand a chance.

He had none. [chuckles]

Hey, can I see it?

Ashley, of course.

[Coach] Honey, be careful with that. All right?

He worked really hard for that belt.

It's so heavy! Yeah!

[all laugh]

You seem like you're interested.

In Mia? Naw.

[sighs]

What?

You a'ight?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

What? No. I haven't touched that shit in, like, two months.

So, what's up?

Look, uh...

I just wanna tell you why I had to miss the fight.

Hey, don't worry about it.

No, man, no. It's not cool.

It's just...

My dad got in trouble again, and, uh... had to take care of a few things.

Save his ass from getting thrown in jail.

It got messy.

I end up getting thrown in jail.

Hold up.

You went to jail, man?

Yeah, it's fine. I-Look.

I didn't say anything 'cause I was embarrassed.

Feel me?

It's just... It's a shit situation.

For now, for me, I gotta stay on the straight and narrow.

No drugs, no Dad drama, nothin'.

Just focused.

Look. I-I-I don't mean to get all serious on you during your celebration.

All right? I just wanna let you know I might not've been there... but I was thinkin' about you.

I'm always thinkin' of you.

Okay?

I love you.

Seriously.

Thank you so much... for everything.

Now that you're the champ, I'll have to step up my game.

Hey, hey, hey. You feel me? You feel me?

You feel me?

You haven't faced me in the ring yet, motherfucker.

All right.

There he is. Travis Austin... champ!

[electronic hip hop music ♪]

Travis! Dennis!

Ah! Wow.

How you doin', man? Fuckin' good.

How are you? It's good to see you, man.

I wouldn't've missed this for the world. Congratulations, bro.

The fact that my big bro is a boxin' champ...

No other kid in the program can say that, I'll bet, man.

Come on.

Yeah, but how's the new job? Huh?

It's good. It's a big firm, but...

It's good, man. Real good.

Dennis, hey, how are you?

Good to see you. You look great.

[electronic hip hop music ♪]

Did you ask your dad if we can go shopping for prom dresses yet?

No. He's been worrying about the fight.

You have to ask him. He's so strict.

He's not gonna let us go if you don't ask him.

Okay, okay. I'm really startin' to feel like the old man here, the creepy chaperone, so I'm gonna go ahead and get Ashley and I home now.

Come on, babe. But Dad, I really wanna stay!

Oh, no, honey. No, no, no, no.

Eddy, let her stay.

Yeah, easier said, this guy.

Eddy, let her stay.

Yeah?

All right, listen. If I let you stay, you promise to be a lady. Yeah?

Be here tomorrow mornin', 10 am, to pick you up.

Okay. [speaking foreign language]

All right. All right.

Hey, high school parties are way worse than this.

Ha! Is that supposed to make me feel better, man?

I don't let her go to those, either, so... keep an eye on her.

All right.

I promise. Trust me.

All right.

Rico, this is Travis. Travis Austin, man.

Hell of a fight, man. Hell of a fight.

Nice to meet you, Rico.

Rico runs this underground boxing thing.

Brutal, but very profitable.

I made a lot of bags off you tonight, man.

You made me a lot of money, man.

And I wanna show my gratitude, man.

I brought you a gift, man.

It's for you, from Rico, man.

Man, this is beautiful, but I can't.

Travis, take the gift. Don't insult the guy.

It's hot, though, man.

Naw, man! I'm just playin' with you.

Y'all play too much, man!

Tell him I'm just playin' with him.

Oh! Here's my number.

Just take the number, man. If you need anything, you call me. Anything. It's Rico. I got you.

Appreciate that.

Any time.

And I like the watch.

It's gonna look good on you, man.

[electronic hip hop music ♪]

[indistinct chatter]

[all speaking indistinctly]

What are you guys doing?

Hey.

Hey, young lady. You are cute.

Easy. Easy.

Ashley, this is Rico. This is Mallo.

Friends of mine.

Could I have some?

No, you can't have any.

What the fuck?

Why not?

Because you can't.

Well, I have to get some pajamas.

No, you don't. Get 'em later.

Why is everyone so uptight?

Because we're all assholes.

You look really nice, by the way.

Now, go!

I'll see you downstairs.

She's hot.

[electronic hip hop music ♪]

[both laughing]

Party's still goin', huh.

Yeah. It's getting stupid late, so I'm about to kick everyone out.

You have a good time?

Oh, my God, the best time.

Thanks for talking my dad into letting me stay.

Of course.

I used to be your age once, so I know what it's like.

Sneakin' out of my foster parents' house, drinkin' under the bleachers.

I did it.

You act like you're so much older than me.

What are you? Like, 27?

28.

Whatever. [both chuckle]

[coughs]

You okay?

Yeah.

[chuckles]

What?

Nothin'. I was just wonderin'...

...have you ever played Pogs?

Pogs?

What's that?

Just some game I used to play as a kid.

Anyway, I better get back to the party.

And you better get to sleep, or your dad's gonna kill me.

[birds chirping]

Shit.

Baby.

Baby.

[groans] Wake up.

Hmm?

Wake up.

What? Eddy's gonna be here soon.

[groans]

Mmh, come here.

[soft, dramatic music ♪]

[coughs]

[gasping]

Come on! Sun's up!

Get up!

Joe!

Too loud, too loud.

Yeah, I'm gonna go check on Ashley.

All right, babe.

I need some water.

Ashley?

Ashley. Ashley, wake up.

Your dad's here.

Ashley?

Ashley?! Travis!

Travis, come here!

Travis!

Travis, come here! Oh, my God, she's not breathing, babe!

She's not breathing!

Oh, my God. Ashley, wake up, baby!

Come on! Ashley, please!

Oh, my God, Ashley, come on!

Joe, call 9-1-1!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my God. No! Please!

Come on, baby. Please.

Please. Hey.

[crying] Oh, God! Eddy!

What's goin' on? Your baby.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No, no!

[somber music ♪]

[crying]

My baby! No, no!

Oh, God.

Ashley, for real. Open your eyes? Huh?

Open your eyes, baby!

What did you do?!

I left her with you!

I left her with you!

[crying]

[dramatic music ♪]


You gotta eat somethin'.

I'm not hungry.

Eddy. Hey.

Did you know that when I married Marie, my mom hated her?

She used to say, "She's not Mexican, mijo."

I knew right away I wanted to have kids with her.

And we tried, but nothing.

But finally, there's Marie... pregnant...

...with my Ashley.

But Marie had the heart thing that none of us knew about.

Her body just gave up in childbirth.

You know, it just kills me, 'cause I wake up every day just wishin' that my mom knew that Marie died giving birth to her granddaughter.

She would've thought of her differently.

Don't you think so?

I mean, she would've thought she was a saint.

I just tell myself Marie died...

...passing her heart on to Ashley.

How can you sit there and say nothin' to me?

Nothing, after everything we've been through, Travis.

I trusted you.

She was supposed to be safe...

...here...

...with you, man...

...so this is on you.

Eddy.

This is on you.

I will always put this on you!

You're dead to me.

You're dead.

Eddy!

Eddy! Eddy!

The press are still here?

Pricks.

Yeah, I know.

[sighs]

Eddy's on the fuckin' warpath.

As he should be.

I spent the last two hours being interrogated by him at the gym.

He asked me all kinds of questions.

Cops were here yesterday asking for names of people at the party.

The police found molly in Ashley's system.

Of course they want to know everything.

[ominous music ♪]

Where the fuck did she get that?

This is a big fuckin' shit-storm.

This is a massive, massive shit-storm.

This is gonna come back to me.

Travis...

I can't go back to jail.

You hear me?

I can't go back to jail.

I'll fucking kill myself.

All right, Joe, man, just calm down.

It's my fault.

[dramatic music ♪]

It's my fault.

I just wish I kept an eye on her.

I looked him in the eye and I told him she'd be okay.

I gave him my word.

Travis, it's not your fault, my man.

Tell Eddy that.

[siren wailing]

Sorry I'm late.

I want you to know that I'm focused on what's happening today and the gravity of the situation.

This isn't fair.

Again, I want to state that I advise you against doing this.

They charges they brought have no evidence to support a conviction.

They are fueled by Eddy's persistence.

They're linking this to you because they found drugs in your house.

But they cannot link the drugs they found in her system to you in any way.

They don't have a case.

I'm doin' this, Erik.

You have up until you sign this document...

...to change your mind.

Travis...

...change your mind.

I can fight this for you.

Travis...

Baby, don't...

You can't sign that.

Please.

I know what I'm doin'.

[Erik] Today is only an arraignment.

We're pleading.

Sentencing will come at a later date.

But the minimum sentence for involuntary manslaughter is two years.

Two years?

[Erik] I'm already in conversations with the ADA to get you a reduced sentence.

She is a big boxing fan, like myself.

But the judge...

...is a real stickler.

So, my educated guess is that it'll be a... two-year sentence.

Travis...

...as your friend, I implore you...

...not to do this.

This could end your boxing career.

Please.

Listen to him. Don't sign it.

[crying]

It's done, then.

The judge has agreed to work out the formalities in her chambers.

I really hope this relieves some of your pain.

[dramatic music swells ♪]

[helicopter blades thumping]

[dog barking]

[Man] You need some sun Travis.

Come out and let's go a few rounds.

[laughs]

Booger, he'll kick your ass.

Shut the fuck up, Roach.

Come on, man.

Don't be a pussy.

Screw off, Booger.

[ominous music ♪]

You're a fuckin' asshole.

[indistinct PA announcement]

[light chatter]

You look so beautiful.

I just wish I could hold you.

I miss you.

[Travis] I miss you, too.

I can't do this without you.

[sniffles]

We're losing the house.

[sniffles]

The lawyers want to use it to settle the civil suit.

[Travis] Stay strong for me.

I love you, Dana.

I love you, too.

Don't lose faith. We got this.

We're gonna be okay.

Okay.

[crying]

[ominous music ♪]

[water running]

Fuck off.

Fuck off!

Yo... I get that you're a non-talker.

But all I wanna do is go a few friendly rounds.

Things happen here, Travis.

You gotta go with the flow.

Now, I know that you, you like to do things your own way, and all that, but I just wanna go a few rounds.

[shouts]

[grunting]

Fuck him up, boss! Fuck him up!

Hey, what the hell are you doin'?

Stay out of it, or I'll break your boney little ass in half too, you fuck!

And you...

You can crack a smile in the morning, you fucking mope!

Yeah!

[groaning]

Eight! Nine! Ten!

And the new champ is Bobby the Booger!

And the crowd goes wild.

[chatter]

Austin, you got a visitor.

Hey.

Maybe it's that same hot bitch from last time, huh?

Watch your mouth, Roach.

Relax, champ.

Can I get your roll?

[door buzzes]

[somber music ♪]

Yeah.

I guess you never figured you'd see your old man, did ya?

God damn.

Look at you.

Is it okay if I smoke in here?

I'm assuming that's a yes.

No smoking.

Shit.

[scoffs]

Well, tell me you won.

Nope.

Well, see, it's 'cause you didn't listen to your old man.

Remember, I used to tell ya, hit 'em fast and hit 'em hard.

Why are you here?

Tried to call you when you were on the outside, never heard back.

Figured I'd take a shot on the inside.

I never got your calls.

That's why I'm here.

[stammering]

I could run a whole bunch of clichés by you, bunch of bullshit, but, fact is, we were fucked up, and...

...broke and we just didn't...

...we didn't have the capacity to take care of no kids.

Anyway, figured I should tell you your mom died about...

...five years ago.

She had liver failure.

We were done not long after we gave you up.

What about Kelly?

I mean, do you have any idea where she is? Does she know about me?

[stammering] Last I heard, she was...

...livin' in northern California, married, with two kids, and that's all I know.

Where is she?

How should I know?

I look like Columbo to you?

I'm not doin' this.

Well, hold on a second.

It's just you and me now.

You and me.

You abandoned me.

Look, I can go through the whys and the wherefore's and the whatnots and the fuck-nots...

...but at the end of the day...

...it'd never be enough for you.

So fuck it.

The answer is there is no answer.

Fuck it.

Fuck.

I got somethin' I wanna do for you.

I got this partnership. This business deal.

This is rock-solid. It's gonna make a lot of money.

And I wanna get you in on it.

And? And?

Just requires a little bit of seed money from everybody involved, and, look, you were the champion, I know you got some socked away.

Well, put somethin' in, but I promise you...

Wow... This'll take care of you.

What do you mean wow?

Come on, I'm takin' care of you. You gotta be kidding me.

You have some balls.

Never...

...contact me again.

Just remember one thing...

Your friends when you were comin' in ain't gonna be your friends when you're goin' out!

How was your visit?

Nothing good, huh?

Moby Dick.

Pretty long-ass book, man.

You actually read this?

[grunting]

[bubbling]

You wanna be my friend?

You wanna fight the champ?

Guess not.

[gate clanking]

[phone ringing]

[recorded voice] I have a collect call from...

[Travis] Travis Austin.

I accept.

[Travis] Dana.

Hey!

[Joe] Dana.

Uh, hold on a second.

[Joe] Uh, where is this going?

[Dana] Uh, downstairs in the bedroom.

[Joe] Cool.

Who's that?

[Dana] It's Joe.

I'm moving today, remember?

He's helping me out.

It's small, but it's cozy.

I miss you.

[somber music ♪]

[Travis] Listen, Dana.

I-I just... I can't do this anymore.

I got in trouble.

They gave me two more years.

Just, shit's not going well, and...

...I can't hold you back.

What do you mean two more years?

What are you talking about, babe?

[Travis] Dana, I just want you to live your life.

Don't wait for me.

No.

You don't mean that.

No matter what, I'll be there.

I'll be there when you get out. I love you.

[Travis] They're callin' us in. I gotta go.

Bye, Dana.

All right.

What's next?

Hey, what's wrong?

It was Travis.

He got two more years.

What happened?

[crying]

Dana...

Dana.

[door unlocking]

Austin.

Roll your stuff up.

You're on the outgoin', seven a.m.

Hey, Officer, could you get me a razor?

Yeah, I'll get you one.

[somber music ♪]

[birds chirping]

Don't let me catch your white ass in here no more.

Hey.

Surprised you made it.

I told you I would.

It's good to see you.

You, too.

You came.

What? You think I wouldn't?

I wasn't sure.

You know me better than that.

[light music ♪]

Well, this is it.

[laughs]

It's much different from the house.

But the rent's reasonable, and, I mean, we've still got a view.

Yeah.

Um, make yourself at home.

I have some of your clothes downstairs.

And I got your belt.

All right.

Come here. Come here.

What...

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

Um...

Are you hungry?

I'm starving.

[Dana giggles]

I hope you like it.

You know I will.

I took a cooking class.

Did you? Yeah.

Nice.

Yeah, you learn a lot at the diner, you know?

So, I'm gonna make some calls, see about some work.

Figured I'd reach out to Joe.

Joe?

Yeah, you know, it'll be good to see him.

He went from sparring partner to the light heavyweight champ.

He's doin' great.

Yeah.

He never visited you once when you were in prison.

I'm not worried about that.

With his past and all, I get it.

I don't think it's a good idea.

I just think it's messed up.

He showed no effort.

It's like he didn't even care.

It's all right.

This is nice.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm just happy to have you back.

I love you.

[chuckles]

I love you, too.

[romantic hip hop music ♪]


[engine roaring]

Travis, Travis, my man!

In the flesh!

Yo man, you look great!

Yeah, man.

Thanks.

Wow.

I never thought I'd see your ass again.

It's been a long time.

Yeah. I still don't know why you did what you did.

Water under the bridge, right?

Yeah.

You're a good egg.

So, tell me, what's this surprise?

Well...

This is it.

It's my place!

It's my gym! Damn!

I'm proud of you, man!

Yeah, I learned a lot from you.

Focus.

Breakin' all my bad habits.

I invest my money.

Bought a condo.

I just don't wanna lose my shit like you did.

Listen, Joe, man...

I need a job.

Okay. Your sparring partner, or something, man.

I need to get back on my feet.

What's funny?

Wouldn't that be a fucking table-turner?

You sparring for me?

Shit.

Travis...

...Travis, I can't.

I don't know if you've heard, but Eddy's trainin' me.

And you know he'd... Travis, he'd lose his mind.

Eddy?

Yeah.

My Eddy? Yeah, you didn't know?

Fuck, I mean, it took some serious convincing on my part, I mean...

...in his face day and night.

You know me. I can be pretty charming.

All right.

You know what they say.

Eddy Abundez knows how to pick 'em.

Travis, come on.

Don't be that way. It's business!

You know what, Joe?

You don't understand loyalty.

You don't understand friendship.

Brotherhood.

You're stealing everything.

You gave it all away, bro!

Do you fuckin' realize that?

Stealing...

Dana was right about you.

Dana?

Why do you bring Dana into this?

What? You don't think I talk to Dana?

It was really hard on her when you went away.

Really fucked with her head.

Travis...

I helped her out.

You know, gave her some cash.

Kept her company.

Fucking fucker!

The fuck!

[police siren blips]

Everything okay, boys?

Nah, just a little disagreement.

We're all right.

Okay, well, let's keep the fight in the ring.

You got it.

You gotta relax, Travis.

Travis, come on!

You're too fuckin' sensitive!

Take a vacation! You just got out!

[crickets chirping]

Hey.

You know...

...when my dad came to see me...

...he said a whole bunch of bullshit.

But he never apologized.

Not a single regret or sorry.

Not that I need it, but...

...it's still pretty low.

I don't know why you didn't tell me.

Did something happen?

Did you sleep with him?

Dana, did you sleep with Joe?!

I couldn't tell you.

It happened one time.

I regretted it the moment it happened.

I was- I was missing you.

We hadn't talked.

You know?

[scoffs] I was...

...I was scared, and...

...alone.

My life was turned upside down, too.

And you didn't think I would find out?

How could you?!

I waited for you for four years!

I'm done.

I am done being heartbroken about you.

I'm done waiting for you. I'm done with this.

You changed.

You broke my heart.

Get out.

How could you do this to me?

Get out!

[somber rock music ♪]

[Dana sobbing]

[Bartender] Hey, are you finished?

You're done drinkin', boss.

You on a power trip, boss?

No.

This is my place, and I'm not in the mood.

I like this seat.

I'm not movin'.

I belong here.

I belong here. Yeah.

You're done.

Let's go. Come on.

[grunting]

Get outta here!

[speaking indistinctly]

Stay the fuck out!

[song fades out]

Hey.

Travis!

What's going on, man? Hey, man.

Come on in.

Nice spot, man.

Looks great.

Thank you.

Wish I could say it was all me, but it was my mom.

She wanted to make sure I had a good spot while I was in grad school.

Yeah.

So, what's goin' on, man? Sit down, yeah!

How you doin'? You good?

What's goin' on, man? It's been a long time.

Missed you, bro.

Man, just...

It feels...

It feels really weird bein' out.

Just give it some time, bro. You know.

I need to ask you something.

I need a place to stay.

Yeah, bro. I got a extra bedroom back there.

You're good, man.

You know, I need work, so I might need a ride later.

Yeah, I-I got you.

Don't worry about that, man.

You're here now, come on.

[hip hop music playing ♪]

Thanks for doin' this.

Sure thing, bro.

Stay safe.

What up, champ!

I'm gonna invite you to my world.

How long you been doin' this?

I been doin' this a long time. It's what I do.

This what feeds my family. With this joint we basically paid off the high-ends to keep some stability.

You know. You know Joe used to fight for us, right?

I didn't know that.

Yeah, Joe made a lot of money here, tax free, man.

Yo, Leroy!

Look who I brought!

[men shouting, grunting]

[indistinct]

Take a walk.

Erik?

Travis? You're out!

[Travis] Yeah, been out a few days.

So, what are you doing here?

I need to relieve my stress somehow, no?

I met up with this boxer who wants to sue the joint because his nose is broken, and I'm like, "You can't sue a criminal enterprise when you're a part of that criminal enterprise yourself, right?"

So... my curiosity get the best of me and here I am.

And I admit...

...I like it.

[speaks indistinctly]

These guys are amateurs compared to you.

Let's go, man. You up.

Get this money.

Yeah, man.

This is a whole new ballgame.

[men shouting, grunting]

Are you fighting?

Of course, he's fucking fighting, man!

Good luck.

[hip hop music ♪]

[men shouting]

[grunting]

I know you.

[shouting, grunting continues]

Get up!

You know me?!

Come on!

[Rico] Everybody fuckin' pay me!

[crowd cheering]

How'd it go? What the...

Travis, what the hell happened?

Easiest 400 bucks I ever made.

400 bucks?

I gotta get you a job.

This is it, man.

Old school.

Yeah, but you gonna become champ in here.

Wait, is this Frank Maloney's place?

Yeah, he's one of my mom's clients.

Ah.

Matter of fact, I'm about to go get him.

Wait right here. All right.

How's it goin', man?

Hey, champ. How are you?

Good. Yourself?

Yeah. Champ!

Hey, man.

Oh! What happened to your face?

Looks like you stepped into Donny's world.

[chuckles]

Hey, my little sister runs a free boxing clinic over the weekend.

Let me know. This guy.

Frank, this is Travis.

Hi, Frank.

This is who you got?

Yes, this is Travis.

I know exactly who you are.

Wait a minute, Frank. Frank!

I don't have any time for pieces of shit like him.

In fact, I don't want that guy anywhere near my gym!

Wait!

[door slams]

Frank, come on! [Frank] I said no!

[muffled argument]

Can you use a mop?

A mop!

Can you fuckin' mop?!

Yes. Well then, be here tomorrow morning at six a.m.

You're late, you're fired.

Now get out of my face.

That means welcome.

What you say to him, man?

Man, I just told him I'd give him some free legal advice or somethin'.

Yeah, you're bad, bro.

All right. Thank you, Frank!

[siren wailing]

Have you ever cleaned anything before?

This place is filthy!

I just started.

Why are you such a dick?

Because I was born that way.

Get used to it.

Come on, Mikel!

Light on your feet. Come on.

Come on, Frank. That's Travis Austin.

I'm well aware who the fuck that is.

Now, move your feet.

Come on, we got a title belt comin' up!

Now, you move your feet.

Act like you know what you're doin'.

Come on.

You know, Frank...

...I love boxing, too.

Oh, yeah?

That's good to know.

That's for calling me a dick.

Come on, Mikel! Come on, give me somethin'!

[country music playing ♪]

You doin' okay?

[chatter]

Are you guys all done?

Yeah. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Hey, Dana.

Can I get a burger?

Aren't you training for a fight?

Burger's not gonna make me lose a fight.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Jan, can you cover for me?

Sure.

[laughs]

It's been a while.

You cut me off like I was an infected toe, or something.

So...

I saw Travis.

I know.

What'd you tell him?

Didn't say anything.

Really?

Well...

We broke up.

Hate to break it to you, Dana, but he broke up with you when he decided to go to prison.

You just been clingin' to a sinkin' ship.

Yeah, well, you know what? I broke up with him this time.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You guys had something, it's over...

It's for the best.

Besides...

...I'm glad that he knows.

It's a weight off my shoulders, you know.

Prison really...

[clears throat] ...messed with his head.

Got all bent outta shape 'cause I wouldn't give him a job.

[chuckles]

You didn't give him a job?

That's really shitty of you.

I have struggles.

Whatever. I gotta go.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Is it so hard to believe...

...that I want what he had?

Why are you here?

Dana, just...

What is this? Take it.

Look, I know it's been hard. Are you out of your mind?

I don't want your money. You need to leave.

I can take care of myself.

You got him in the corner!

Now, put him there! Keep him there!

That's it! That's it, Mikel!

You do that, you're gonna destroy Najarian!

[Travis] Hey Mikel, you gotta apply pressure.

Travis, you go do your job!

Just saying, Frank, I know him.

[Frank] Listen here, you little piss head, this is my gym, my house!

You contribute here by cleaning, you got it?!

Frank, that's good advice!

[Frank] Hey, Mikel, you keep it to yourself, all right?

Go do what you do. Clean Harry's desk or something.

I'm lookin' at the books right now, man.

How much the fuck can rubber cost?

What? The last time you saw me, did I appear to be blind?

Oh hey, Trav.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

You need somethin'?

Frank sent me to clean your desk.

[laughing]

You must've pissed him off royally.

I'm likin' you more and more every day, you know that?

I mean, I love people who can piss Frank off.

[laughing] Shit.

Uh, listen, why don't you start with the chairs, okay?

I-I-You can get the desk when I'm done with it.

Hey, Harry. Yeah?

You think Mikel is ready for Najarian?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it's gonna be a very good fight.

Gonna be good for the gym, too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Najarian used to be your sparring partner, didn't he?

Yeah. Yeah.

I was trying to give Mikel advice, but...

...you know Frank.

His leg has him off balance.

Naw, his leg ain't got him off balance.

Frank is a cunt. Okay?

Great trainer, but Frank is a cunt.

[chuckles]

Well, I hope Mikel crushes him.

Yeah, me too.

You miss it, Trav?

Every day.

Listen, um...

Frank has therapy every Friday, right.

He goes to physical therapy.

Well, his fuckin' version of physical therapy.

And then he goes to visit his son's grave.

Like clockwork. You know what I'm sayin'?

So, what I'm sayin' is, if, uh...

...if you want to...

...you could come in early on Friday mornin's, and...

...I could train you.

You will? Yeah!

I mean, what's the worst that could happen, huh?

Frank finds out, he goes ballistic.

Pissed-off accomplished.

[chuckles]

Thank you Harry, man.

Hey!

Thank you.

[ambient music ♪]

Hey, Dana. It's me.

I'm just callin' to talk.

It's been a while.

And, um...

I just wanted to hear your voice.

That was some fight we had, huh?

I just wanted to say that...

...I know I said that being in jail was rock bottom, but being without you is really the worst.

I love you and I miss you.

Call me whenever you get this.

Come on. Let's go, let's go!

Jab, jab!

Move! Move your feet!

Come on! Step it up, step it up!

Come on you can get that. One, two!

One, two! Yeah, yeah!

[grunting]

One, two, duck!

Come on. One, two.

One, two, three!

Move! Move your feet!

Move your feet. You can do this.

[speaks indistinctly]

[music fades]

Travis Austin.

Always been a fan.

You look good out there, man.

You wanna go a couple rounds?

I can't.

Not with Frank around.

How do you feel about facin' Najarian?

I feel real good.

Remember, you gotta get inside.

That's good advice. What else you got me?

Well, Joe is quick, and he likes to dance, but if you can get inside and lay a power hook, you'll lay him out.

Hey Mikel, when you get...

What the hell are you doin' in here?

Travis, go help Harry!

Frank, we were just talkin'.

Why do you always treat me like shit?

Because you gave away everything this sport ever gave to you.

You don't know anything. Oh, no.

I'm sure there's a lot about this story that I don't know, but that's neither here nor there.

The one thing I do know is that you hurt a good man in the process, and I know...

...what it means to lose a child.

Well, if you're trying to make me quit...

...it's not gonna work.

You don't walk away from me.

Don't you dare walk away from me!

Travis, goddamnit! Turn the fuck around!

What? Oh, come on, guys! Jesus!

Can't we have just one peaceful morning around here?

Just zip it, Harry.

Go wrap your hands.

I'm gonna have you spar with Williams.

Go wrap your hands!

You know... Shut up, Harry.

This kid annoys me, but I ain't stupid.

He knows both Eddy and Najarian.

He'll be useful.

What do you think?

I think you display a wisdom I thought you had long forgotten.

Don't hurt him too bad, baby. Don't hurt him too bad.

All right. Let's do this.

Let's go. Start boxin'.

[grunting]

What you doin'?

[Frank] Mikel, stop, stop, stop.

Travis, get over here!

What are you doing?!

Sorry. The hell you are!

You're not in a fight!

You are here for Mikel!

Now get back in there, start throwin' some punches, and move for Christ's sake!

Najarian dances all over the place!

But I'm not him!

Well, you better fight like him or you're out of a job. You got me?!

Let's go!

Now, fight like Najarian!

Move and dance.

Now, that's it.

[grunting]

[ambient music ♪]

[indistinct conversation] [dog barking]

Hey, boy.

That damn dog don't like nobody.

Huh.

Look at you.

Hmm?

Come on.

Step into my office.

You want some?

Nah.

All right. You sure? Yeah.

More for me.

Mmh.

Stop breathin' on me.

You want the tour?

No.

I came all the way out here to ask you something.

Oh, shit.

Oh yeah, well, go ahead, shoot.

I need to know how you feel about your giving me up.

Any regrets? Any remorse?

Boy, I dunno.

You here to ask me a question or break my balls?

I just need to know so I can let it go and move on.

It-it's a good idea...

Let it go.

It's in the past.

It happened. It's over.

Just tell me.

I can't-I can't tell you because I don't think about it.

I don't wanna think about it.

All right?

Because...

Because what's the point?

Do you wanna know if it screwed up my life? Well...

...maybe.

I have something for you.

Stay right here.

[dog barking]

[sentimental music ♪]

Your mom used to...

...send me stuff every once in a while, no return address.

I been savin' it for you.

Little Kelly sure grew up, didn't she?

Did you miss us?

[dramatic music swelling ♪]

[grunting]

Come on, champ!

Nice work, fellas.

I always wanted to ask you.

How come you're such a shitty big brother?

Aw, man.

Ah, you know, my mom was more annoyed than me, but still, a lot of problems.

You know I had all good intentions when I joined the Big Brother program.

I wanted to be a good role model, but...

...I was just messed up.

You know, thinking about the boxing, the business side of it...

Just thinking about myself.

I'm sorry, man.

Also a shitty chess player, too.

Naw, you did good.

[phone buzzing] This guy.

What is it?

[Travis] How you doin'?

Finally get my dream car and I get jacked.

I feel like shit.

You'll be back in no time.

[heart monitor beeping]

Well, Mikel, I hate to say it, but...

...I gotta cancel the fight.

[Mikel] I'm sorry, Frank.

It is what it is.

We still got this, Frank.

What? What are you talkin' about?

Let me fight Joe.

No fuckin' way. Come on, Frank!

Just give me a shot.

You're out of your fuckin' mind. I said no.

You're not ready.

[Harry] Frank, you know, we could get the kid ready.

Harry, did I just say no, or what?

I said no.

I'm not training you.

[Nurse] Sir.

There is absolutely no smoking in here.

Relax, relax. Let's go.

It's not even lit. Let's go.

[Harry] Travis...

...do you want this? I want it.

Are you ready to get ready?

Yes! Can you take it?

Yes! Fine!

All right, here, buddy?

[speaks indistinctly]

[distant siren]

Hey...

I was watching you work in the ring today. You're gettin' better.

Keep at it.

All right.

Night, Frank.

Good night.

[crickets chirping]

Can I sit?

Suit yourself.

You can't hate me that much.

Why do you really want this, Travis?

[melancholy music ♪]

You say you want this. I do.

Why?

Wanna be back on top?

Beat the crap outta Joe? Prove something to Eddy? What?

All those reasons.

You can't have your cake, kid.

Not now.

You'll just throw it away again.

You threw it all away before you went to jail.

The parties, the cars, all the attention...

I heard all about it.

That's not a fighter, Travis.

My boy... he was a boxer.

He would be in the gym every day, every morning before classes and then right after classes.

He'd do his college work every evening from nine p.m. to one in the morning.

I used to say to him, "Go out, have fun, get a girlfriend, for Christ's sake."

He would he would look at me right in the eye and say, "Dad, I am having the time of my life."

And then some drunken asshole kills him.

How many lives altered and dreams shattered, Travis?

So, you see, he embraced...

...being a fighter.

You...

You're fighting the fighter within yourself.

I'm sorry to hear that, Frank.

But you can't compare me to him.

Why not?

You're nothing like my son.

You both had incredible lives in front of you...

...and you threw yours away and his was taken away. That's the...

...big fucking difference staring at me in the face, if you ask me.

You know nothin' about me, Frank.

You think I threw it away all one night?

The truth of the matter is...

...everything was taken away from me because of one stupid night.

One stupid night that I wake up every day...

...wondering how I can take it back.

But I can't.

So I'm paying the price for it.

I need your help.

Well...

I'd have to do an awful lot of wheelin' and dealin' with the commission to change fighters this close to a fight.

But...

...I am a royal pain in the ass that doesn't give up.

I really want this, Frank.

I need this.

I really want it too, kid.

My last shot at... some sort of title.

Don't screw it up for us.

I won't.

Okay.

See you back here in the morning.

[Eddy] Don't stand in front of him. You're standin' in front of him.

Keep movin'.

There you go. Be first, be first.

Good hands. Good hands.

Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, what's up, man?

Hey, hey, hey, come here, Joe.

What's up, man?

[overlapping chatter]

Yeah, I know, I know.

My bad, man. Hey, take it easy.

Naw, he's fine!

All we're doin' is warmin' up. That's all you're doin'.

Put your hands up there. You're not tryin' to hurt yourself.

All right? All right.

Oh, Mr. Harry Stern.

Eddy, Eddy.

Good seein' you, man.

Lookin' awfully sharp, man.

Thank you, my brother.

If I didn't know any better, it'd look like you were here for a job interview, but I hate to break it to you, we are not hiring.

Very funny, my man. Very funny.

How's Mikel?

I sent some flowers.

Yeah, I know.

Daisies... very cute.

I just... feel bad.

You know, I was really looking forward to beating his ass.

I guess now I'll take a vacation.

Right? Go to Miami, grab some ass.

Yeah, about that, uh...

I'd hold off on that Miami trip if I was you, Joe.

We found a replacement fighter.

Commission's good with it, we were just tryin' to make sure that you guys were good with it.

It's last minute.

We're good. Who you got?

Uh, nobody special.

Guy named... Travis Austin.

The former champ.

I believe you're familiar with him.

Bullshit.

You're putting Travis back?

You tell Travis...

...I can't fuckin' wait to get his ass in that ring.

And fuck you, Harry.

Looks like we got ourselves a fight, huh, Joe?

[hip hop music ♪]

Travis...

Travis!

I just got off the phone with Eddy and boy, is he pissed.

So, no fight?

Oh, no.

There's a fight.

There's a fight.

Keep working.

This ain't about Joe. This ain't just about you anymore!

You got my spot!

That's my hopes!

My dreams!

What I worked my whole life for!

This is you now!

Don't you let Joe taker this from us!

[indistinct]

That's it! That's it!

Do it!

Do it for me!



[music stops]

Your sister's class has sure paid off.

Travis, goddamnit!

[melancholy rock music playing ♪]

[chatter]

[Bartender] You got it.

Thank you.

These are...

...tough days.

No shit.

You know I didn't mean for things to roll out the way they did.

Of course, you did, Frank.

Come on, it's in our blood.

It's what you taught me, right?

You saw a opening, and you took it, and for the record, I'm here to tell you, pal, I am fuckin' pissed.

But I don't blame you.

I would've done the same thing.

Well...

Here's to two...

...broken-down pugilists, who...

...can't let go of shit.

[chuckles] [glasses clink]

It's weird to be back training.

But we're gonna be back.

I'll take care of it.

You know this.

Yeah, I know.

Hey... stay here.

[traffic noise]

What do you want, Joe?

Try to get in my head?

Naw, man.

I'm already in your fuckin' head.

Just came to see Dana, you know?

You guys back together, or...?

What's going on between me and Dana is none of your business.

So get the hell outta here.

Why are you doing this, Travis?

'Cause I got money...

...respect...

...power...

...Eddy training me?

Why do you feel the need to take all that away?

Man, you're a big joke. You know that?

Yeah.

'Cause I don't give a shit about what you have.

You enjoy it now because I'm comin' for you.

'Cause whether I win or lose, the respect and power will dwindle, and Eddy will eventually leave you.

Motherfucker.

[crickets chirping]

You were my best fuckin' friend, man.

I fuckin' loved you, man.

You know...

Ashley came to me that night...

She looked at me like I was the fucking champion.

Why not me?

She wanted to try something new, so I gave her some molly.

[ominous music ♪]

We got so fuckin' high.

It was like we were connected.

She flew before she died, Travis.

She flew fuckin' high.

You piece of shit!

She's our family!

She's our sister!

Some fuckin' family.

The next time I see your face...

...I'm gonna be poundin' it in the ring.

[ominous, dramatic music ♪]

Come on!

You want that?

You wanna give that belt away?

Kill it! Kill it! Kill him right here!

This is it! Kill him!

Hey, what time is it?

It's one o'clock. Why are you stoppin'?

I gotta go.

What?! Now?!

I'm sorry. I gotta go.

No way! What?! Come on!

Come on, Frank, Frank. What?

Let the kid go.

[soft, dramatic music ♪]

It's pretty here, isn't it?

Can't believe she would've been 21 today.

Eddy must've been here.

Yeah.

Hey, Alex, um...

...is Eddy around?

Nah. He's not here.

Should try him on his cell.

Okay. Thank you.

[distant siren]

Eddy?

It's Dana.

I need to talk to you.

Joe and Travis just talked, and...

...there's something that you need to know.

[dramatic music ♪]

[Frank] Come on, kid.

Keep focused.

Keep yourself in the zone. All right?

Hey, relax, Frank. Harry!

We got this, all right?

[speaks indistinctly]

[both chuckle]

[Eddy] Frank?

Harry? Hey.

Hey, you mind if I get a word in with Travis real quick, huh?

You can't be in here with my fighter!

I know, all right?

Under the normal circumstances, I get it.

Five minutes, Frank. You know me.

Five, that's it.

[distant, muffled crowd cheering]

All right. Come on.

All right. Everybody out.

Give the man five minutes.

Let's go.

Shit, it has been a long time.

You know that when I hear your name or see your face, I just...

...can't help but think of Ashley.

Just...

Eddy...

I know the truth.

I know the truth.

[dramatic music fades in ♪]

[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, we are live in Las Vegas, Nevada, and this is our main event, for the light heavyweight championship of the world!

And now, making his way into the ring, Travis Austin!

[crowd cheering]

And his opponent!

He is the reigning light heavyweight champion of the world, making his way to the ring, Joe Najarian!

[crowd cheering]

This fight is scheduled for 12 rounds of action, sanctioned buy the Nevada State Athletic Commission!

Travis Austin has his work cut out for him tonight.

I mean, he's took this fight on last-minute notice, he was in prison for four years, he's given up five pounds.

Combination's what I wanna see from you.

Are you ready?

Introducing, out of the red corner, wearing black trunks trimmed with red, weighing in at an official 173 pounds, he is the former light heavyweight champion of the world.

From Bakersfield, California, ladies and gentlemen, Travis Austin!

[crowd cheering]

And his opponent, fighting out of the blue corner, wearing gold trimmed with black, weighing in at official 175 pounds, he is the current light heavyweight champion of the world!

From Los Angeles, California, Joe Najarian!

[crowd cheering]

All right, you two, I want a clean fight.

We already went over the rules in your dressing room.

Protect yourself at all times, obey my commands, and when I say break, I want a clean break. You got me?

You got me?

Okay. Touch gloves, and good luck.

[taunting indistinctly]

Hey.

I don't think I've seen Travis Austin this laser-focused in a very long time, if ever.

Don't let him get to you.

Understand? Keep your focus.

You got it?

Are you ready?!

Fight! [bell dings]

[Commentator] Ladies and gentlemen, here we go. Certainly a big fight feel in Las Vegas, Nevada, tonight.

These two men out the gates hot.

His old sparring partner buddy, they got something to prove!

And there's the pound of the left hook from Joe Najarian!

Oh, right hook to the body by Najarian.

Come on!

[Commentator] What a left hook by Najarian!

Back into his old habits.

[Commentator] Yeah, Travis reduced to just defending himself.

[indistinct shouting]

[Frank] Come on!

[Commentator] Travis is stunned!

I don't think he knows where he is.

And Austin stumbles back.

Looking around, trying to gain his balance, to stay on his feet.

Taking blow after blow, the right, left.

Whoa, I don't even know if Austin saw that one coming.

Break, break!

[Commentator] Austin, he just seems uncomfortable tonight.

Out of his element, maybe a little bit nervous.

Austin needs to establish the jab, he needs to get into the inside...

What are you doing? Come on!

Take his left side.

Set him up with combinations like I told you, all right?

[Eddy] How you feelin'?

Good?

You got it, baby. That is the prettiest shit I seen in a long time.

He can't find you. What are you doin'?!

He's quick.

That's your belt!

Get that belt!

[Commentator] Both of these gentlemen know each other so well.

Eddy Abundez now in the corner of Joe Najarian.

You gotta wonder what that does to the state of mind of Travis Austin.

[crowd cheering]

Najarian's biggest weakness is his arrogance.

[crowd cheering]

Oh, another left hook and Austin is down!

Come on, kid, get up!

[Harry] Did I waste my training on you?

Did I waste my training on you?

[overlapping shouting]

Come on, kid!

Come on, get up!

[bell dinging] There you go! There you go!

[crowd cheering]

[Commentator] Austin's corner has a lot of work to do.

Stay focused, stay focused!

[Commentator] Joe Najarian clearly in complete control.

Yeah, I'm wonderin' what Travis' corner is gonna tell him in between rounds here. He's gotta get off the ropes.

He cannot stay on the ropes.

Najarian is using his jab precisely.

He's doubling it up, he's tripling it up, he's putting Austin back on his heels.

Just what he needs to do.

What Austin needs to do is get his head to the chest of Najarian and come up with that uppercut.

Joe Najarian clearly in complete control.

[crowd cheering]

Fighting's tough. It's like walking out to your own funeral.

And Travis Austin certainly questioning his decision right now.

We're in round three, and he continues to take a beating.

[bell dings]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

That is a cheap shot and you know it!

I know that's a penalty and you know it!

I'm gonna take care of it!

Do your job!

[Commentator] Frank Maloney has his work cut out for him at the end of this round.

What is he gonna tell his fighter?

How is he gonna get in his head?

He's got to get through to him.

He is losing these rounds.

Frank Maloney acting as more of a psychologist tonight to Travis Austin rather than a fight trainer.

[bell dings]

[crowd cheering]

Come on, Trav!

How do you like doing my time, asshole?

[grunting]

Break! What are you doin'?

[Commentator] Joe Najarian said somethin' to piss off- to piss off Austin.

He's a different man!

He's fired up!

And Najarian calls for more! Oh!

He took out Austin!

[crowd cheering]

[bell dings]

Travis conjuring up his best Rocky Marciano this round.

It's pretty much right now an equal fight.

[crowd cheering]

This is the most life we've seen outta Austin, battling back, fighting, into the body, and now an overhand right hook.

[crowd cheering]

It's okay. I know you, Joe.

[tense music ♪]

I know it was you.

I know what you did.

You gotta live with that shit.

Look in my eyes, look in my eyes!

Come 'round. I got you.

Come on, kid.

I'm proud of you, all right?

Fuckin' give it your all.

This is it.

[Commentator] It's a battle of chess, and again, Austin just trying to survive, but looking good.

Coming up with some momentum, and he's got some life late in the fight. [bell dings]

I'll tell ya, he's down on the scorecard, he's got to do something now.

[dramatic music ♪]

[crowd cheering]

And here we go, the body, the body!

Austin showing the most life that he has tonight!

[crowd cheering]

Go, baby!

[grunting]

Yeah!

[Commentator] Folks, tell me the last time you've seen a brawl like this.

I can tell you I've never seen one in my career in broadcasting.

Austin and Najarian firing back and forth.

Here goes Austin and Najarian is stunned!

He's up against the ropes!

Austin's got a right! Oh!

And there's the shot!

Joe Najarian has been thrown to the floor!

I truly can tell you, I've never seen anything like this!

Joe Najarian went flying through the ropes.

He's down on the floor. I can't even see him from where I'm sitting. The fight's over!

[Commentator] There it is! New champion tonight in Las Vegas, Nevada!

It's Travis Austin winning the battle you have just witnessed!

Ladies and gentlemen, Steve Perry puts an end to the fight at 2 minutes and 10 seconds of round ten.

And your winner, by knockout, and a new light heavyweight champion of the world, Travis Austin!

[crowd cheering]

[triumphant music ♪]

You did it. I'm so proud of you.

[music fades ♪]

You ready?

Yeah.

[gentle music ♪]

Yes?

Kelly?


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