Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What do you want, Charlie? - It's Max Cooperman
Show some of the guys the new moves you're working on?
I let you get away with it once, not twice.
- Training. - Take off your gloves.
You giving up? Is that what you're doing?
So, what do you think?
Hey, this is Jake.
This is awkward.
I got a strange feeling I should fold, but I'm definitely gonna call you.
The number of useless facts in your head.
Hey, Max. You okay?
That's right.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Trying to get an early jump on the weekend.
Do it, man!
There's the snap and off goes Devore. Tries to go off-tackle. Big hit by Jake Tyler.
Hold up! Hold up, hold up.
Did he just tap out?
- Jake Tyler. - I know.
Leg lock!
Not really sure, man.
Famous Stampard Tennis Academy in Orlando?
You ain't got shit.
Hey, get back in the car, faggot.
No eye gouging, no crotch shots and no biting.
Yes. It is your responsibility to control the outcome.
I wanted to put this loudmouth in his place and end this ugly talk.
Hey, this is it, fight fans!
But now I see he's just afraid of them.
- Right. - Yeah.
Yes, but he's not going to let you in the gym,
- You? - Yeah!
Change it up. Go for position.
Forget half-speed. You need to put it in neutral.
- Max! - I can feel my hit counter rising.
The sauce. That shit will kill you.
Now for the bad news.
That's fair.
- It's nice to meet you, man. - Yeah. You, too.
Lydia will be a group for me.
I'm not gonna ask you to.
Oh, it's the B-wing.
Time!
- and not care. - I can.
You ready?
I said just give me a minute.
I guess I couldn't walk away either.
that you don't want to do.
Cheap shot, man.
What's wrong with her?
My bet is that he can kick your ass.
He went off the road,
- You gonna be there? - No, no, she's not.
Stings, right? Bet it does.
The flannel kid, Ryan wrecked the dude. He kicked his ass.
Yeah, I got that impression last night.
That's what it comes down to.
Let's just grab a seat with the girls.
Yeah!
Nice shirt, Kurt Cobain.
Nothing but open road between here and Iowa.
- Dude, where you going? - Bus.
You set me up so that your boyfriend could kick my ass in front of half the school.
he beat him.
- The address on the DVD. It was real subtle. - Yeah, hey, check it out. That's Roqua.
Loss of three yards on the play.
Why would you care?
Trap my arm.
Sorry.
Hey.
Barely.
I've just been letting my mom down, my brother down,
- Man! - What?
That's all I needed to do, and I couldn't.
Jake then takes Tortoise John away into the desert to severely punish him and/or most likely kill him for his treachery
- Because of the move? - No.
I don't want to be angry anymore.
It's gladiator heaven.
- Don't push me. - I know you would have fought that guy.
It's okay. You want some gloves, huh?
And we have 32 fighters going for the title of Beatdown King.
Hey, Charlie!
Your leg's all jacked up. Can't put any weight on it, maybe.