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- Way to go, champ! - Whoa.

Neutral corner!

One! Two!

Three!

Four!

Five! All right, all right.

- All right, let's go! - You got him, champ!

Hit him again, champ!

- Break! Take him to his corner!

The champ is really awesome.

No one has even lasted five rounds in his last eight fights!

- He's definitely the Eliminator.

- Watch this kid. He's goin' down in this round.

You can do it, champ!

- Let's fight!

- Yeah, champ! - You're the best, champ!

- You got it, champ! - That's it!

It's over!

The winner in 38 seconds of the fourth round,

and still heavyweight champion of the world,

Eric "the Eliminator" Sloane!

Hey, champ.

How come you don't use a trainer anymore?

- Got my kid brother in my corner for now.

He says he's gonna be a vet.

I say he's gonna be a lawyer, or I'm gonna kick his butt!

- Now that you've beaten everyone there is to beat,

what's next?

- Take on the world's best. Show 'em who's boss.

- What about Thailand? - What about it?

- I understand kickboxing was invented there,

and they're the best at it.

- Oh, really?

Kid, book us a flight to Taiwan, first.

Bangkok.

- Bangkok, Taiwan, Tokyo.

Hey, what's the difference? I'm kickin' ass, wherever I go.

- See ya, kid.

- Just don't forget.

You're fighting your champ next week.

- I know.

I'm ready. Don't worry.

- Watch your wallet. - She doesn't want my wallet.

She wants to make it with the champ!

You sure had it easy with Mom in Europe.

Dad never let up.

If I wasn't the best at every sport I played,

he'd call me a loser.

He was always on my case,

but he made me strong.

- You know, Eric.

Mom, she was a very special lady, too.

She wanted me to learn three languages, to take ballet,

before I learned karate.

I really miss her.

- I wish they would've been there

to see me win the championship.

- Well, big brother, they could never get along.

But I'm glad we do.

They'd be proud.

- Yeah.

You're right, kid.

Kurt!

Come on.

Damn it, kid!

How many times do I have to tell ya?

You don't win fights with that tip-tap shit.

Power. Power kicks!

Now, take your gloves off. Let's go hit the pads.

Come on.

That's power, kid.

- Whoa!

Take it easy.

- Gotta learn, kid.

Come on.

- Hi!

Welcome to Bangkok!

- Thanks.

- Mr. Sloane, Mr. Sloane!

How do you feel about fighting our champ, Tong Po?

- Piece of cake.

Think you're gonna win this time?

- Where's the goddamn ice in this dump?

- Go get me some, huh? - Okay.

- Hey. How much time we got?

About, uh, 30 minutes.

Eric, you never fought this style before. It's so different.

- Hey. Punch is a punch.

Kick's a kick. We came to fight.

Get me some ice, will ya? Let's go.

- Eric. - Where the hell you been?

Give me the ice.

- Eric, don't do it.

I saw the look in his eyes. This guy's crazy.

He's fucking crazy!

- Good. The crowd'll love it, just like Roco at Atlanta.

- You don't understand.

- No. You don't understand, kid.

I'm the best.

This is just another chance for me to prove it.

So, watch and learn. It's all in the legs, bam.

- Legs? Legs!

This guy was kicking one of these with his fucking legs!

And the plaster was failing down!

- So what?

Can he move like me?

No!

We got him.

- Eric, please.

Don't do this one. I've got a bad feeling about this one.

- Hey, hey! - Trust me.

Don't fight this guy. Trust me!

- Hey!

I brought you here to work my corner.

Now, what's your problem?

You're either with me, or go the fuck home.

He'!-

We're family.

Let's kick some ass. Come on.

- Okay. Let's go, champ.

- Eric!

No!

Stop!

- Fuckin' music's drivin' me crazy.

- Let's forget about the music right now.

- Did you see that? He caught me with an elbow.

- That's the way they fight here. I told you!

- Motherfucker wants to street fight? I'll show him.

- Let's cancel.

" No!

- Let's cancel, please! - No!

" No!

Hey!

Asshole!

Can't do that!

- Jesus Christ! Get off of me!

You know you can give Americans a bad rep?

Ma“ thuds)

They'd just as soon kill you as look at you, kid!

That's my brother!

- Hey! Just tr yin' to help you!

- Take us to a hospital!

- There's two more fights!

' Hey, where you goin'?

Hey. Where's the goddamn hospital?

Hey! You hear me?

- Kurt.

- Don't move.

Taxi!

Hospital. I want to go to hospital.

- No, no.

- I wanna...

- Hospital! Hospital!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Asshole would've probably taken you to a whorehouse.

He looks bad.

Let's move it.

It's cool! I'll take him to a good hospital.

All right. Out, out, out, out.

Go on. We'll party later.

Go on. Both you ya, out!

Bitches, never get enough of my stuff.

By the way, my name's Taylor. Army, Special Forces.

Retired, sort of.

Hang on, my man.

You're riding the fastest wheels in Bangkok!

- Can I see him now? - I'm sorry.

The doctor says come back tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

- Yes! We're doing all we can.

It's going to be a long night.

You may as well get some sleep.

- Sleep?

I can't sleep.

- Please try. It's better for you.

All right.

Better for me.

- I'm sorry. There's nothing more I can do.

Your brother is paralyzed.

- What do you mean, paralyzed?

- The spinal chord was damaged around the 10th vertebrae.

I'm afraid he can never walk again.

- You're going to make him walk again.

You're going to make him- - Easy, easy, easy!

Yeah, okay, okay! Easy!

- He's going to make him walk again.

- Take it easy! Take it easy!

Easy, easy. - He's going to make-

- Easy, easy, easy.

- He's fortunate

even to survive.

He'll be in the hospital for at least three months,

before he can be moved.

I'm very sorry. I, I'm very sorry.

I'm sorry.

- I want...

I, I want Tong Po!

- Forget about it.

I'm not signing your death warrant too.

- Just tell me where he is!

- Goddamn it, no!

I don't want any fuckin' part of it!

Go home!

Wait till three months and go home where you're safe!

I don't want your blood on my hands! I got enough already!

- He's going to pay for this. You hear me?

I'll find him.

I don't need your help.

- The only way you'll find him is inside the ring,

and you are not good enough!

- No matter where, I'll get him.

- You don't understand.

You go after him outside the ring and we're dead. All of us!

He's too valuable to them!

The only way is inside the ring.

And like I said, you ain't good enough!

- We'll see.

Okay?

We'll see.

We'll see.

Yeah, not good.

Excuse me, sir. We have to go.

Please, sir. Please.

Hello.

- I help you?

- Yes. I want to try Muay Thai.

- Oh, really? - Yes.

I want him. I want Tong Po.

I want to fight him.

- You? - Yes.

What do you want?

- You're serious about this Muay Thai shit?

- What do you think?

- I think you're outta your mind.

And if I can't stop you,

I might know somebody who'll train you.

- Someone? - Maybe.

- Who'?

- There's only one person crazy enough

to put you in a ring with a Tong Po.

Name's Xian. Lives out in the sticks.

- Will he do it?

- I don't have any fuckin' idea.

That's your problem.

I just know how to find him.

- Let's go.

- And what if he doesn't take you?

- He will! Let's go, now.

- Now? Fuck now!

We goin' drinkin' now.

- I don't want to drink!

- If you want me to take you tomorrow,

we go drinkin' tonight.

That's the deal.

- Deal.

- So! What's it gonna be?

The Pink Pussy or the Kitten Candy Club, huh?

- I don't suppose we can just go back to the hotel?

- Fuck no!

Hey, relax!

I know a nice mellow place close by, huh?

— Woo!

Ooh, baby! Baby, do it!

Do it! Ooh!

Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me!

Come on.

- This is your idea of a mellow place?

Oh, yeah! I don't go to raunchy cubs anymore.

You should see how she opens a soda bottle.

Hold that thong, honey!

- Oh, sit, sit! Sit, come on!

- Bring my usual. What do you want to drink?

- Water. - Bring him a Perrier!

- I just couldn't see no reason to go back!

Wasn't nothin' there for me, so I stayed!

I'm better off here. Less of a danger to anybody.

- Why? What do you do?

- Guns, grenades, mines, armored cars, tanks.

Whatever I can get my hands on!

Don't worry! You're safe with me.

I'm a survivor.

A high-livin', slick-talkin',

fast-walkin', cool-drinkin' dude.

I just like to enjoy life's many good pleasures.

Ah, let me tell you about, uh, Tong Po's boss.

Freddy Li? That's one bad motherfucker.

It's a different culture. A different world!

And you gotta come to terms with that,

or you won't last a heartbeat.

- Why are you helping rne?

- Had a buddy in 'Nam.

Like an older brother.

Taught me everything.

How to survive and come out alive.

Well, he needed me once.

And I wasn't there.

I could've saved him.

But I froze.

Anyway!

I saw a kid wanting to help his brother.

Here we are.

- Thanks.

- Here we are, my man.

Shangri-La meets Alice In Wonderland.

- What is this? - This is Xian Land.

I'm telling you, man.

He's weirder than a three-headed cat.

Good luck! - You're leaving?

- Yeah, I got some business up the road. Uh...

You're welcome to come along.

- No, I'll take my chances here.

-Ah. Well, I'll be back in a few hours.

By the way, don't you provoke him, you hear?

Don't provoke him?

- May I help you?

- Yes.

Help me down.

- No. I cannot.

-Why?

- Don't know who you are. What you want.

- I want down.

And I want you to teach me Muay Thai.

- Really?

But you are American.

" So?

- Americans have swelled heads.

Especially when hanging upside-down for too long.

- Very funny.

Can you cut me down, please?

- Heard about American champion, last week.

Ahh, very swelled head.

Lost badly in fight.

- That was my brother, and now he cannot walk!

Wait.

Wait! Yo! Hey, wait!

- Revenge is a dangerous motive.

It's also a powerful one.

- Don't step there.

So, why you think I teach you Muay Thai?

Taylor.

He say you're the only one who might train me.

- Winston Taylor?

- You know him?

- Yeah.

Funny guy.-

Crazy.

- He said the same stuff about you.

- You fight before?

- Yeah.

- You good?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Good defense?

- Yeah.

- Must train different in America.

Your defense stinks.

- Teach me.

- Don't know who you are.

Maybe next year.

" No!

I must train now!

-Why?

- My brother.

Remember?

- Take this path.

Go to the village.

At Mylee's store, get groceries.

- Groceries?

- Grocery.

Rice, flour, honey.

- What for?

- For lunch!

Catching people in rope make me hungry.

- What about training?

- Never make decision on empty stomach.

Kiki.

- Is this the Mylee store?

- Yes. I'm Mylee.

May I help you?

- Uh, yeah. I was sent by Mr. Xian to get his groceries.

Uncle Xian sent you?

- He's your uncle?

- Yes, but how do you know him?

- I ask him to teach me Muay Thai.

- And Uncle Xian's going to teach you?

My uncle does not teach anyone, anymore.

Oh...

Too many people come before.

Now, he prefers to be alone.

Let me get his things.

Where are you from?

- I was born in Belgium, but now I live in Los Angeles.

- Why you come to Thailand?

- Uh...

My brother came here to fight Tong Po.

Got hurt.

That's why I'm here.

- You're going to fight Tong Po?

- Yes. That's why I went to see your uncle.

- Tong Po very mean man. Very dangerous.

He run this province for Freddy Li.

- What do you mean?

- We must all pay, or there is trouble.

Get the police.

- Freddy Li pay police not to interfere.

Please, you must say nothing.

I cannot lose my store.

It is all I have.

Please. Do not interfere.

- Hey. Don't let those jerks take your money.

- I must pay. It is all right.

- No, it's not!

Hey, give back the money.

- That was very stupid!

- What do you mean?

- I get in big trouble now!

- But I did it. You didn't do it.

- Freddy Li won't care!

Oh!

And look what you did to my store!

Oh!

- What was I supposed to do? Let them take your money?

' Yes!

I'm going to talk to Uncle Xian about this!

You don't understand.

- Did you get my things?

- Yeah. I got everything.

Good.

- Hey, my man.

You know, what's happening? You eta yin', comin' or what?

What's the story, huh?

- You will stay a while. We have many things to discuss.

Taylor.

- I mean, who wants to stay here anyway, huh?

Listen, I'll be back in a few days

to pick you up to see Eric, huh?

And, uh...

You're gonna live to regret this.

Mark my word.

- Not a chance.

- Come inside.

- Bye!

- Change clothes.

Breathe.

Store here.

Breathe out,

when hit.

Breathe in.

Protect.

If you can do both at same time,

that's good.

Ready to protect?

- Uh-huh.

- Guess not.

Kurt!

This will make run faster.

- This?

How?

- He did that?

' Yes!

Can you believe it?

- Good for him.

- "Good"?

My store was a mess!

I worked four days, cleaning it up!

- But Freddy Li's goons are also a mess.

Something I want to do for you, a long time ago.

But if I do, then put you in danger.

American can get away it. So, it's good.

- Yes, but what if he doesn't get away with it?

I worry for him.

- He will learn my way.

You're late for dinner.

- But I was supposed to, to get...

Look, I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble.

- It's okay.

Do you like the food?

- Excellent.

- My niece has many talent.

Good to help training, too.

You'll see.

- I'm sure.

I can't wait.

- Eat your food.

- So, our parents divorced

when Eric and I were both in grade school.

Mom raised me in Europe, and Dad raised Eric in America.

In some ways, we're different, but we're brothers.

And now it's all the family we've got.

- You are very fortunate.

At least the both of you had the love of one parent.

I never knew mine.

My entire family was taken, when I was just an infant.

But fate has also provided me with Uncle Xian, so,

I am happy-

- Uncle Xian. He's very different.

Yes.

And very wise.

But if you stay with him,

he will make you the best you can be.

And you're going to help?

- I used to help my uncle Xian.

- I'm going to need all the help I can get.

- Must you fight him?

- I have to.

You're so beautiful.

- I have to go now.

- What is this?

- This is Stone City.

Where many ancient warriors come.

While you train here...

Listen.

- Listen to what?

- Just listen.

With your mind, your heart, your whole being.

You must learn to be faster than any punch or kick.

That way, won't get hit.

No kick. Move legs, okay?

Okay.

Is that enough?

- Winner, palm tree.

Tong Po.

- Kick the tree.

That's it.

Take your bag and leave my house.

- What? What's going on?

- You don't want training.

- hey-

You want me to break my leg?

- Your brother.

Remember?

No!

- You want this?

What about this?

Huh? This!

This! This!

This!

- Ready to protect?

- Yeah!

I'm okay.

- Mm.

- Mm-hm.

- No step here.

-Ah! Good timing.

I go make lunch, then maybe we take a walk?

- What'd he say'?

- He said your training not finished today.

After lunch, he take you to special place.

- "Special place"?

- What am I supposed to learn here?

- Learn later. First, relax.

- Hot.

It's good stuff.

What is this?

- Translated, "kiss of death".

You like?

- Oh, yeah. It's, it's good stuff, man.

You good dancer?

- Uh, dancing?

- Yeah. American dancing.

Disco.

- Oh, yeah, dancing! I'm good, why?

- I'd like to see you dance.

Observe your balance.

- Here? Really?

- “(UN Xian?

- Brother lose very badly to Tong Po.

- But this brother different.

You see how he embarrassed your young fighters inside?

Why not set up fight with your good fighters?

You will not be disappointed.

- Hm.

- Xian!

What happened?

Why those guys try to hurt me?

- Did they succeed? - No!

- Good.

- But why did you leave and why they were so pissed at me?

- Because I tell them you say they no good fighters,

and that their mother have sex with mules.

You what?

- Oh, make them very angry!

Fight hard.

Good training!

And now, you drive me in pedicab.

Go!

- He looks pretty mean to me.

And tough.

- Thanks, Taylor.

What about Xian?

What does he have to tell me?

- Roughly translated?

"Kick the motherfucker's ass!"

' Yes!

- What are they saying?

"White warrior"!

- I want Tong Po!

- Give me Tong Po!

Hey, Eric!

They let you out early?

- I told them they'd be sorry if they didn't.

I'd raise hell.

Congratulations. Heard about your fight last night.

- I wish you were there.

They call me.

"The white warrior".

- Really? - Yeah!

- Let's talk more about that later. Right now, I'm starved.

You got any breakfast out here in the boonies?

- Are you kidding? The best.

I go make some right now. - Wait, wait, wait!

I'll help. I ain't cooked in ages.

I'll make my specialty: Jungle Survivor Quiche.

Come on.

Uh, what do you need for that quiche?

It's cobra heads.

Morning, Xian.

- See you inside.

- Good morning, Eric.

- Hi.

Is Kurt around?

- He's training on his own.

Be back later.

- So, Kiki, what do you think?

I am ready or what?

Yes. Thanks.

Thanks a lot. - Kurt.

- Yeah? - Let's talk.

- One day, that dog is going to believe in me.

What's up?

- I don't want you to fight him.

- What?

- I don't want you to fight Tong Po.

You know what I'm ea yin'.

- Eric, he put you in that wheelchair for life!

- That's right.

And I don't want you in one, alongside me.

Give it up! Let's go home.

I should've listened to you.

And now it's your turn to listen to me.

- No.

Look at me.

I can beat him.

- That's what I thought!

- I trained Muay Thai with the old man.

It's different.

- Tong Po is a killer, Kurt!

Wake up!

He's not gonna let you out of that ring alive!

- Eric...

I'm in the best shape of my life.

I'm a better fighter than I ever was before!

Than you ever were.

I can beat Tong Po.

I'll win that fight, for you and me.

- Kurt! Kurt!

Come, quick!

- Let's go.

- What's going on?

- Message from Freddy Li.

- Why is he dressed like that?

- He is wearing the traditional robes of a messenger sent

to bring news of a fight.

The ancient way.

- Ancient way?

- It says you will fight the old ways.

Hands wrapped in hemp and resin,

dipped in broken glass.

- Bullshit!

Kurt.

- I have to go.

- Wait a goddamn minute!

You're not gonna fight that asshole like that!

Kurt! Listen to me!

I'll kick your ass all over the place!

Kurt! Listen to me!

Damn!

This is Stone City.

Where many ancient warriors come.

While you train here,

listen.

- Tao Liu.

Master warlord. I come with a good news and request.

- Speak.

- I have arranged a fight between Tong Po

and American challenger.

He has been trained by Xian Chou.

- Xian Chou?

- The American will not win.

I promise you,

they will fight the ancient way,

in the old underground tomb.

- What is your request?

- I want to borrow one million dollar,

to bet on Tong Po.

- I trust you will not fail me.

It's all being arranged.

- No. No, no.

No.

No.

No. No.

No.

No!

- Tong Po.

- Get him, Kiki!