Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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