Best of the Best 2

Stock Exchange, this is Helicopter 123 Tango-Yankee on Vegas approach.

We're three miles out from landing. Request permission to land.

Thank you.

123 Tango-Yankee. Report landing assured.

Winds at south side off helipad at 75.

Roger. Copy winds at 15. We've got Mr. Brakus on board.

123 Tango-Yankee. Signify tower when approaching pad.

Ah, Mr. jaquire. So good to see you, sir.

123 Tango-Yankee to Stock Exchange base. We're on final approach.

Roger, Tango-Yankee.

We've got you in sight. Security is standing by.

Roger. Tango-Yankee out.

- Good evening, sir. - Good evening, Mr. Brakus.

- Good evening, Mr. Brakus. - Hi, Mr. Brakus.

- Lose it. - Sorry, Mr. Brakus. I-

What did I say about guns?

They're unmanly. It won't happen again.

Warriors fight here. Get rid of it.

You're at 200 feet below the surface of the earth...

where you, our special guests, will witness

the deadliest of combat, the highest stakes.

- It's a forum for gladiators! - Mr. Brakus coming through.

Lust like in ancient Rome.

Not in Rome. You are in Las Vegas!

It's My kind of town!

- Are you ready to rock and roll? - Yea h!

Are you ready to rumble?

Okay. All right.

Welcome, welcome to the Coliseum, ladies and gentlemen.

The greatest show under the face of the earth.

The Coliseum.

That means the ultimate in fighting competition with no referee...

no rules...

and open to anyone-

anyone with big brass balls.

For those of you that are here for the first time, this is how it works.

Our finalists from our preliminary

tournaments are privileged...

to challenge our stable of modern gladiators.

Take a look!

They'd kill their mothers!

I'll bet on him!

Mean as cat shit!

What a bonanza!

Oh!

Now, if our challenger is successful in defeating the first gladiator...

he will win $20,000.

Should he be successful at the second gladiator...

he will win $50,000.

That's 50,000 big ones.

Now, if by some divine intervention...

the challenger defeats all three gladiators...

then he has earned the right to challenge the supreme fighter...

for the ownership of the Coliseum.

The ultimate warrior who has never known defeat...

the master and owner of the Coliseum...

the champion of the underworld...

Brakus!

Brakus! Brakus!

Yes! The betting cages are now closed...

so let the fights begin!

We have a spectacular contest for you tonight.

The Coliseum's newest gladiator, all the way from Paris, France...

Andre Mares!

The challenger, fresh from three consecutive wins in the preliminaries...

all the way from North Las Vegas...

Mr. Travis Brickley!

A 5 -to-7 underdog.

Paris, my ass.

Remember, when the buzzer sounds...

there is only one rule-

There are no rules!

And you love it! Yes!

Fighters, take your corners.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Coliseum!

Andre!

- Go! - Come on!

- Yeah! Come on! - Yeah! Allright.

Sorry about that, Sinbad.

There's a new boy in town!

- Alex, you know what? - Huh?

If he doesn't get it this time, he'll get it on the next try.

Oh, I know it, Tommy, but he's growing up so fast.

He made me promise that if he gets his black belt...

I let him drive the car.

So? Let him drive the car.

Tommy, I've only got one car.

Look at him.

God, I hope he makes it tomorrow.

Relax. He'll make it.

Yeah. At least he had one of the best teachers in the world.

- Thanks, man. - I was talking about me.

Walter, go to bed. Come on.

Oh, Honey, if you take your shoe off, I can kiss your foot.

Hey, Travis. What a hell of a fight.

- You killed my guy. - Yeah, I did.

You took him like Grant took Richmond.

- Thank you, sir. - So tell me, how good are you, really?

I'm good enough to beat any of your steroid freaks.

- Including that one. - Open your mouth.

How long's it been since you fought? About six months?

Mmm. Call him.

- Or are the fights fixed? - Go ahead, then.

What, are you injured?

One or two punches right on the chin, I believe you'd go right out.

You have a big mouth, boy.

And a big everything else.

So why don't you stop wasting time. Put me in the ring with him.

Weldon, give him what he wants.

- You want Brakus? - Yes, I do.

You got it.

- Black belt candidates. - Sir!

Attention.

Present your papers.

Ready? Begin.

Break!

Point.

Yeah! All right!

I'm proud of you, Walter.

You taught that boy a lesson.

Now, it's showtime.

- I can do it. - They're waiting on you.

Black belt candidates, are you ready to break your bricks?

Yes, sir!

Ready? Begin.

Hyah!

Hyah!

- Oh. - Oh.

Hyah!

- Walter? - Yes,sir?

If you don't break, you don't pass.

- You know that? - Yes, sir.

- Thank you, sir. - You're welcome.

Walter, come on.

Walter, are you gonna be okay?

Yeah, I'll be okay. I'll get it on the next try.

- Cheer up, okay? - Come on, Walter.

We gonna get lucky tonight.

My little ass-kicker. Let's go make him feel good.

- Very happy to be here. - Did you always know?

Now you stay here. Make like a hat rack.

Mr. Brickley.

I blew it.

You look the same to me.

Hey, Walter, look-it there.

Hey, it's Dae Han.

He gave Tommy one hell of a fight. Remember that?

It's only a violent sport.

- Thank you for that. - Mmm.

Well, he'll be cool. Now be his daddy.

- Walter Grady's daddy always be cool. - Oh, yeah?

Mmm.

- Say hi to Tommy. - Hi, Tommy.

In this tour we hope to share...

the beauty and the art of tae kwon do...

along with its power.

For KXRT Sports, I'm Sue MacCauley.

Everyone, I would like to propose a toast...

to those who have received their belts today...

and to those who will receive them tomorrow.

To the team.

To the team.

Alex, why don't you say a couple words?

Uh, years ago when Walter's mother passed away...

I didn't know how I was going to make it.

She was everything. And it's tough to lose everything.

Son, today, all I wanted was for you to make it...

to get your belt.

And you surprised me by giving me much more.

The way you handled your disappointment...

makes me prouder than lever imagined, Walter.

You have become a man...

and I'm just so happy to be your dad.

- To Walter Grady. - To Walter Grady.

Out to Walter Grady. Ten seconds left.

Nine, eight, seven- He's driving up. He's in the paint.

Five, four, three, two- He's going up!

- Buzzer shot! And he makes it. - Oh!

All right, you guys. If I make it, you have to wash my car.

If I don't make it, you still have to wash my car.

- No! No. - No way.

- Oh! - Doesn't matter anyway.

- Where's your dad? - Inside getting ready.

- Let's go. - Bye, Mr. Lee. See you later.

- See you later john. - See you, john.

Aah! Aah.

Hey, Alex! Your sauce is burning.

Look at this.

You know, Walter, you have a great dad, but he can't cook spaghetti.

Humor him. He thinks it's my favorite.

- Hey, Alex. - Coming.

- Hey, man, do I look good or what? - You look marvelous.

New haircut, new shirt on- My sauce.

- Hey, Walter? - Yeah?

- Hungry? - Always.

How does pasta Alexander sound?

Like you're trying to make up for not taking me to dinner.

Could be some truth to that.

All right, Walter, I made a little extra for Martha in case she's-

Dad, I gotta talk to you about Martha.