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[narrator] Now then.

I've been hearing of a bit of a get-together.

A meeting of minds, you might say.

So, what happens when you release the top dogs of downhill

from the confines of the tape?

Set a cat among the pigeons, so to speak.

Well, you're about to see what happens,

and it don't turn out too well for the pigeons.

It's probably easier to go for dinner with Her Majesty

than get a seat at this table.

Whether you're fast or loose,

you gotta have a bit of passion to get an invite.

And this bunch of belligerent bastards

have got a license to cause absolute mayhem.

[dramatic music playing]

[inaudible]

[narrator] Old school.

New school.

Fuck the school.

But hang about.

Did someone call pest control?

'Cause we're missing a rat.

Ratboy is the epitome of fun on two wheels.

Loved by many.

He found his way to the top of the drainpipe at an early age.

But instead of following the Pied Piper,

he left the table whilst he was still on a high,

[coughing]

leaving a giant rat-shaped hole to be filled in his absence.

But fear not, my fellow friends,

he's found a new path in life now,

free to express himself with some like-minded individuals.

[upbeat rock song playing]

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[narrator] Hell-bent on good times outside the tape,

the rat pack has united a new breed of riders

who ain't afraid to hang loose and express their love for one another.

[upbeat rock song continues]

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Bit of a ruse, it's come up through the tire and whacked me on my hand, it felt so good.

I was up in you, mate.

[narrator] Old blood makes way for new in this game,

bringing a fresh era of madness to the table.

Finn Iles is the latest prospect earning his stripes,

and most would agree he's a confident young lad,

maybe too confident at times.

-IDs? -Yeah.

Thanks.

Good.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Wait a minute. What you got there?

Forty-six, eh?

If you're 46, then who made the Earth series?

Oh, that's an easy one, man.

My boy David Attenborough killed it.

David Attenborough, eh?

No, not tonight, pal. You got some homework to do.

[narrator] Even though he's gifted with natural talent,

he's still got a lot left to learn

if he's gonna hang with the big guns at this table.

My advice,

study hard and know your roots,

and you'll soon be onto a winner.

[upbeat rock song playing]

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[narrator] Proving your speed on the track is one thing,

but putting it all together when the chips are down

is something else entirely.

If this young lad carries on the way he's going,

we might just see something special.

Looking around the table,

there's players here from every corner of the Earth,

both friends and foe alike.

But there's one thing they've all got in common,

and that's pushing the limits of bike riders to new heights,

week in, week out.

One small island deep in the Pacific

has been making more noise than places ten times its size.

The perfect landscape,

cultivating one of the biggest offensive bicycle riding talent

the world has ever seen.

Brook Macdonald and Sam Blenkinsop have grown to become

two of the most feared outlaws in the southern hemisphere.

And take it from me,

they will not take mercy on anyone or anything that gets in their way.

Blenki here is best described as erratic and unpredictable,

a natural-born entertainer on and off the bike.

Stick 50 pence in him, and off he goes.

[upbeat rock song playing]

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[narrator] Bound by blood, the President of the Hawkes Bay MC

shares his brother's roots,

but he goes about his business in a different way.

With a nickname like "Bulldog,"

you can guess that he knows a thing or two about loyalty,

and he certainly ain't afraid to get physical

to keep mugs like you or me in line.

After the UN put him on a watch list for being a weapon of mass destruction,

he's been keeping his nut down lately.

But things are about to change.

[upbeat rock song playing]

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[narrator] It takes a brave rider

to put yourself in the middle of this lot.

But take it from me when I say,

you gotta be very brave or very stupid to mess with the Kiwis.

Filthy Phil Atwill will probably come under both these headings,

combining psychopathic tendencies with a strange sense of humor,

which quite often gets him in and out of trouble.

Often reclusive,

downhill's most eccentric character can pop up where you least expect him.

And he definitely won't be playing by the rules.

[upbeat pop song playing]

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Damn.

[thunder rumbling]

[narrator] Back in the old days,

our French friends had the rule of the roost

bringing some new and sometimes creative methods to the table,

catching a few top dogs off guard along the way.

Loic Bruni is like a martini,

except he's never shaken or stirred.

He enjoys the finer things in life.

Putting the check down and business first,

whilst others fight for the scraps.

[upbeat pop song playing]

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[narrator] From the sun-kissed hills of Madeira

to the steel-lined slopes of Sheffield,

they breed them tough around here.

Not a crevette or a croissant in sight.

Coal for breakfast,

gravy for dinner.

It's a grafter's life for many in these parts.

There's one man who's clocked in more than most over the years.

He's part of the old school.

The top dog at the table.

Brought up at a time where respect was everything,

and taking free from those that opposed you

wasn't an option.

A rule that, at times, had to be enforced.

[muffled mumbling]

I won't lie,

he's had to pull some strings and ruffle some feathers

to pull this one off.

A line fit for a king.

Leaving a legacy to inspire the next generation once again.

I give you a world champ.

The people's champ.

The King of the fucking North.

Steve Peat.

[upbeat rock song playing]

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[narrator] Some might say actions speak louder than words.

And no one embodies that more than Connor Fearon.

This Ozzie wild man is part of a dying breed.

The flat-pedal thunder brigade.

They've had a bit of a rough time lately

with those clipless mugs giving them a bit of grief.

But don't let his calmness fool you.

He ain't here to muck about.

Go on, my son, make it talk.

[upbeat rock song playing]

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[narrator] Now, if I was to tell you there's a goat sat at this table,

you'd think I'd probably gone totally Patrick Swayze.

Born in South Africa,

he's grown up fending for himself out in the wilds.

An unassuming Evel Knievel from an early age,

quietly hunting for greatness.

There's few who's been at this table for longer.

And I can tell some of you are probably thinking

that he might be getting ready to call it a day soon.

But that simply isn't the case, my chinas.

[upbeat rock song playing]

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[narrator] There's no better weapon at the table than a good old poker face.

From a glance,

you could mistake this kindhearted Canadian

for a man with much darker motives.

But then again,

maybe it's all part of his game plan.

Growing up on this island, he's learned to love the outdoors,

crafting and sculpting his way through these dense forests,

looking up to the local heroes for guidance along the way.

Stevie Smith, or the Chainsaw, as you may know him,

made a mark on many who sit at this table today,

and like all legends lost too soon,

he'll continue to influence those who try to take a seat

for many years to come.

That smile and that style will be sorely missed, my friend.

This one's for you.

Long live Chainsaw.

[upbeat rock song playing]

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[all laughing]

Could spin, like...

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, boy.

First prize.

The King of the fucking North!

Steve Peat!

[upbeat rock song playing]

My God.

[barking]

[all laughing]

He survived.

What you want?

Put 'em up.

You can almost see the Matterhorn from here.

I might be on top of the Matterhorn right now.

Matterhorn.

The Matterhorn's bigger than that one.

With the Matterhorn?

See the Matterhorn over there?

Yeah!

[barking]

You'll go under, coming in you.

Welcome to double handle TV.

I feel like we shouldn't use too much slow-mo, though.

It's like a dating site.

You can only go on if you're a farmer.

Think you can slow down a bit? I mean...

Thought I told you to stop.

Ah! Fuck!

Right on the in-grown toenail.

Always with the cameraman.

He always got to record what I say.

Whoa!

Oh, my fucking God!

That was mad!

This is just so sick. You dream about it before you come here,

and then you do it, and it actually comes true.

It's your old teammate.

-Joe! -What's good?

[people exclaiming]

Up north, we play square.

Some say it's not fair.

It's a long walk.

I play Clash of Clans. Do you guys play that?

Fuck!

Farmersonly.com

We use, like, a song from Big Shiny Tunes 8.

"Punch somebody in the face" kind of intro.

She's blown.

Oh, my fucking God.

But it's deja vu. I've seen it before. I must have dreamed it or something.

Intro, flat screen, fucking hot.

Pretty gnarly.

We should just go hiking, you guys.

[grunting]

Oh, this is sick. It's like a comeback javelin.

[groans]

[bangs]

-Whoa! -Shit!

[laughing]

Oh, man.

[indistinct conversation]

Do I have a bloody nose?

Guys, I dig these.

Boomerang.

[humming]

Get up there.

Move away.

-Yeah, boy. -Yeah, dude.

You're the champion.

[screams]

Hey, Josh.

Climbing kitty.

Dog fence ready.

[whoops]

Oh, my God!

It's going in the airport.

[laughing]

Fuck this.

Always ready for Joe.

Money where your mouth is. Money where your mouth is.

That's why we call it gamble.