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By the end of that day David is out on the streets, a duffle bag in his hand. He stops by where the DEA said something would be dropped off for him. A guy on a Harley comes by and drops an envelope at his feet, then rides off quickly. David opens the envelope and finds instructions from Casey.

'There's a street fight at 3rd and Santa Fe. Brubaker has to invite you to Po's tournament. P.S. Good luck saving Cali.'

David flashes back to before he was thrown in jail, he is painting a sign for the school. Cali walks out to him carrying a bunch of flowers. She hands them to him smiling.

David pockets the paper and starts out for the fight. He sees a young girl practicing kata on the corner, his mind goes back to Cali again.

Cali is standing in front of him in the gym, in her fighting stance and David makes the mistake of laughing at her. She kicks him in the stomach knocking him flat on his back, then she is the one laughing.

Inside an abandoned warehouse, a bunch of bikers are in a circle, surrounding two guys fighting. David sets his bag down, takes off his shirt leaving him in a black tank top and stretches out his legs.

He walks past a guy in gold jacket, presumably Brubaker, straight into the center of the circle. One of the fighters looks at him, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

David looks to the other fighter, "Can't take your girlfriend anywhere, can ya?"

"Maybe I make you my girlfriend, huh?"

The guy swings at David, he blocks kicking him in the stomach then hits the other guy with a roundhouse kick then a elbow to the head taking him down. The first guy comes back charging, David gives him three knees to the sternum and then sweeps his feet from under him. He gets back to his feet and David hits him again with knees to the sternum and to the face. He gives another kick to the face, then finally puts him out with a flying knee to the face.

He walks back outside and puts his stuff back on, as Brubaker talks to him.

"Hell of a fight Jack. Hell of a fight. Practically has him sucking eggs in there. I ain't never seen nobody fight like that before. 5 centuries ain't gonna get you far in this life. (He hands David some cash) You in the mood for some serious action?"

"Depends on your definition of serious."

"What are you some kind of intellectual or something? I'll tell you what, Jack. Why don't I make a call, see if I can get you into a heavier grind with some serious client?"

"Do it."

"You'll probably have to go to Mexico for the score. Is that a problem, Jack?"

"Only for the Federales."

"Good. You make it down to Calixico by tomorrow night?"

"For what?"

"Big tournament, but you got to qualify. They like you, they pay my commission. So do me a favor, Jack, huh? Kick some royal ass, ok?"

David just looks at him and walks away as he calls to him, "Jack. Jack! Don't you want to know what the payday is?"

David says his answers quietly, "Doesn't matter."

"A cool million. That sound good to you?"

"Yeah, it doesn't sound bad."

"But I'm warning you, some don't make it back."

"Ah… That's too bad for them."

Brubaker takes out his phone and makes a call, "Strange motherfucker. Yeah, yeah. I'm sending you a new guy. Yeah, some bastard who fights like the devil. His name's Jack Jones. And, listen… Don't piss him off."

David catches a ride to the border on the back of a Harley. He stops at a place called Wallie's on the way. A young blonde girl is standing at the bar, the bartender hands her a coke. A guy comes and sits down beside her, "What's up, blondie?"

Another guy on her right says, "Looking pretty good, baby."

"Looking real good."

"Don't piss me off." She tells them.

"Oh, yeah?" The one on her right says, then she grabs his arm cracking it, the guy on her left hits her over the head with a bottle.

The guy with the hurt arm grabs her by the hair, "Bitch!"

David walks through the door at that point, as they hit her over the head with another bottle knocking her out on the floor. David sets down his bag, takes off his glasses and tosses them on his bag. The guy with the hurt arm asks him, "You got a problem with this?"

"First of all, you see this?"

David holds his left hand above his head, the guy looks up at it only to be hit in the face by David's right hand. One by one, David takes out every guy at the bar. Throwing them through windows, over the pool table and out the door. David puts his sunglasses back on and kneels down in front of the girl as she rouses herself.

"You know, you should be more careful-"

"Fuck you. Keep your opinions to yourself."

They walk outside, "You know, a simple thank you would do."

"Yeah, ok. Thank you, asshole."

She gets on a motorcycle, "You're going to Mexico for that competition, aren't you?"

David doesn't answer her.

"Well when we meet, let's just assume we never met each other."

"Jesus."

"You had to have the last word, didn't you?"

David goes to get his bag as she starts up the bike and heads off down the road. David gets a lift from a guy in a truck to Calixico.

He asks an old guy sitting on a fence where the compound is, the guy points down the road. After a long walk David comes to the front gates of the compound guarded by three armed men. One of the men radios to a woman in charge of the arriving fighters, she tells the guard to let him pass. David walks down the driveway, passing more armed guards. A brunette woman comes out to greet him.

"Mr. Jones, we've been expecting you. I'm Darcy. This way. You're one of the last fighters to arrive."

"I just found out about the tournament a few days ago."

"You almost missed the final qualifying matches."

"Oh? I thought I was in."

"A lot of people want to get into the tournament. We only want the very best."

"Yeah."

"You're lucky to have gotten this far. Impress the man up there, or it's a long trip for nothing. I'm in charge of hospitality. So if there's anything you need, just ask me."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Some of the world's most dangerous men are here. Brubaker was very taken with you. He said you're a hard man. Just how hard are you Mr. Jones."

"Um… Hard enough."

They walk over to a circle corral filled with fighters. "Good luck Mr. Jones."

The head man walks over to him, "Looks like you just made it in time to qualify. Better strip down pretty boy. Ok, next! Rodriguez and Thomas. Let's go, center of the ring. Any style, everything is legal! Which means there are no rules, so let's fight!"

Two fighters square off, a tall man with a black ponytail wins by smashing his opponents face into the ground repeatedly. A handsome blonde guy steps forward, "Hey… Don't you think that's enough?"

The tall guy slams his opponents head into the ground one more time, "That… Is enough."

The boss laughs, "Get him out of here. Excellent, Thomas. Ok, next. You… And you."

He points at David then the girl he saved in the bar. David sighs as the girl starts showing off her moves, kicks and then the splits.

"What, you need q-tips in your ears, boy? You gonna fight or what? Are you in or out of this thing?"

"Look, don't fight it. I'll put you out easy," David says to her.

"Yeah? What makes you think I'd let you put me out at all?"

"You don't want to be involved in this."
"No! You're right, I wouldn't want a chance at winning $1 million. Eat me, motherfucker."

"How lovely."

She kicks at David and he easily blocks it.

"Maybe you need to train her, pretty boy," The boss says.

"I'm not gonna fight her. I'll destroy her short life."

She kicks again this time hitting David in the jaw.

"Hard head, huh?" She tells him.

"Look, I'm giving you a break, ok?"

"You ain't nothing, shit-for-brains."

She tries to kick him again and he blocks, spinning her around and locking her in a choke hold. He renders her unconscious and gently lays her on the ground.

The boss walks away, "A pathetic way for things to end. Your next fight won't be so easy."

David ignores him as he walks away from the ring, he is shown to his room where he gets ready to do some investigating to find Cali. He changes into a black tee and slacks, then leaves his room. As he passes one room the door opens behind him and someone steps out following him. David makes his way around the building and down some stairs, he stops hearing someone behind him and he ducks onto the other side of a wall. When the person nears him he grabs them by the throat, shoving them against the wall. It's the handsome blonde guy from earlier.

"I don't like being followed."

"8191 Mannix Avenue. Sound familiar?"

"Maybe."

"Your house… And your dojo. Am I right, Sensei Sloan?"

"I don't remember you."

"How about my brother Andrew? You saved his life. You got him out of red ball puris, and you made him an instructor. "

David lets him go, "You're Andrew Smith's punk kid brother?"

"Yeah."

"I don't remember there being much hope for you."

"Andrew straightened my ass out. Said you got fucked over and ended up doing some time."

"That's history."

"Wait'll everybody finds out that Sensei Sloan is here. There'll be the sound of 100 bricks shitting at the same time."

David slams him back against the wall, "You can't tell anyone who I am."

"Anything you say. You need anything Sensei, just ask."

"My girlfriend's being held here."

The boss man walks down the hallway away from them, luckily he doesn't see them.

"By Tong Po?"

"We'll talk later."

Davis sneaks around looking for any signs of Cali.

Meanwhile the kid goes back towards him room and runs into Darcy, she is escorting the tall guy to his room.

"That guy's a sicko, scumbag." Lando comments.

"See all kinds here."

"Yeah, I bet. So, what do you do here?"

"A lot of things, but not what you seem to be thinking. I'm very particular about who I sleep with."

"Well, they must do something for sex around here. (Motioning to a heavily guarded building) Is that where they keep the women?"

"You don't need to worry about that. I'm sure you have no problem getting your own girls."

"Hey… What's gonna happen to that young girl? Is Tong Po gonna send her home?"

"The punk?"

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't count on it. Tong Po has a particular fetish for young girls."

"And that's all right with you?"

"I didn't say that."

"What happens when they get older?"

"They become me. Get cleaned up. The party starts soon."

Inside Po's room, Po is lying on a table with a blonde giving him a massage and teaching him phrases in English. Cali is tied to his bed, as she has been for two years. Po chooses to keep her with him 24/7. Cali is a challenge for him, she will not allow him to break her, no matter what he does. Even after two years she still fights him, that fuels his fire every time.

She is very thin, lost most of her muscle tone. Her once fire red hair is dull, ratted and her blonde roots have grown out giving her two tone hair. She is dirty, dried blood on her, bruises mar her body, and her wrists are raw and bloody from struggling against the ropes.

Darcy comes down the stairs, she gives Cali a glance filled with sorrow then looks to her boss.

"The fighters are being called in for the celebration."

Po looks less than happy at being interrupted.

Down in the main courtyard, tables have been set facing the house and the balcony. The fighters are sitting at the tables eating, drinking and enjoying the company of Po's women. The boss man who conducted the fights walks up the stairs to the balcony and picks up a microphone.

"May I have your attention, please? Shut the fucking music off. Welcome to the Sian Memorial Tournament of Champions, the greatest competition of its kind in the world. My name is Bill. If you have any needs to be taken care of- food, beverages, sun block, extra pillows, pussy… (everyone laughs) That goes for you, too, girls- Don't hesitate to call on me, Bill, your humble fucking servant. Now let me introduce our host. A great humanitarian, board-certified psychotherapist, a visionary record producer, 3-time national Thai champion, 6-time Sian Memorial Tournament of Champions Champion, Tong Po!"

Everyone cheers and applauds as the balcony doors open, and Po makes his way into view. He is wearing a white suit with a flowered shirt and a pink lei. He grabs a glass and the microphone to address the fighters.

"I would like to make a toast to all the wonderful men and women here today. It is an honor to have such a distinguished group participating this year. As you know, the lucky winner will receive… $1 million! (more applause and cheering) Enjoy today's festivities, for tomorrow at 7A.M., the competition begins!"

More girls come out with armfuls of lei's, one for each of the fighters. Lando the handsome blonde turns to David.

"How you gonna compete in the tournament? Won't Tong Po recognize you?"

"I'll find Cali tonight and get this thing over with."

"How long has Po had her?"

"2 years."

"Last time I saw her was at that birthday party you had for her at the dojo, remember? We had a great time, man. Boy I got wasted."

David chuckles, "Yeah, you sure did."

Lando sighs heavily and David pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. Darcy comes over putting her arms around both the guys.

"So, Mr. Jones, see anybody you like?"

"Nobody here's our type," Lando answers her.

"I certainly hope you don't mean anybody."

"I've had enough of this. I'm going up to my room," David says taking off his lei and leaving the party.

Po comes forward again with the microphone, "Silence, please. A fighter who was eliminated, has requested a second chance to compete. I have decided to allow her an opportunity to prove her worthiness before us all."

Bill comes walking through the gates leading the young blonde girl David choked out, Po finishes his introduction.

"She may look sweet, gentlemen, but I assure you, inside there it's an iron tiger. Who among you will risk his or her place in the tournament to fight Miss Laurence? A $25,000 bonus to whomever defeats her!"

"Bastard. She'll be killed," Lando says.

"Who would like to take her on?"

All the male fighters get up running over to challenge her, Bill holds the money in his hand as proof. Megan kicks the money out of his hand, "Bitch," he tells her just before she kicks him face first into the cake on the table behind him. She turns to face all the fighters coming towards her, she takes out 3 of them while the others go after the money on the ground.

"Who was gonna get killed?" Darcy tells Lando with a small smile.

Lando goes over to help, while Po makes his way down the stairs.

"Maybe we should forget about the tournament bullshit and go for the million right now." Megan says as she eggs on the fighters.

She is kicked in the leg and punched in the face by Po, "Bitch." He grabs her by the hair ready to knee her in the face when Lando pushes him away from her. Po's guards cock their guns ready to fire on him. Lando helps her up and moves her behind him.

"Much too pretty a face to be punched out."

"Don't be stupid, boy. Now go back and enjoy yourself while I take care of this… Little distraction."

"No."

Po smiles as he tells Bill, "Take them."

Bill steps forward, gun in hand, "You heard Mr. Po, get that little bitch!"

Lando and Megan take on every fighter that comes forward challenging them until Po steps forward addressing Lando.

"Well, well, well… It's exciting to have such a talent in our humble tournament."

"Fight me now," Lando tells him.

"You win the tournament, you get me. If you wanted her all to yourself, why didn't you just say so?"

Po starts laughing, the armed men put down their guns and everyone goes back to the party.

"Well… Enjoy the rest of the party." Po tells them before he leaves.

"I guess I should thank you," Megan tells Lando.

"I just got tired of listening to his shit. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Lando puts his arm around her leading her to her room as he rips the lei from his neck. They pass Darcy who has a jealous look on her face as she watches them leave.

David meanwhile is sneaking around trying to find out where Cali is being held.

Back in her room, Megan is changing in the bathroom, Lando is getting ice for her face.

"What are you going to do with a million dollars if you win?"

She walks out in a floral print dress, blushing as Lando sees her. "I don't know. Retire I guess."

She sits down on the edge of the bed.

"From what?"

"From what?"

"Yeah, from what? You know, like a job?"

"Well… Right now, I'm unemployed."

Lando chuckles, "I thought you just said you'd retire."

"Yeah, well, I'd retire from unemployment."

He chuckles again as he sits down on a chair facing her, "Ok. Here… Keep this on your face. It'll keep the swelling down. You don't intend to go through with this, do you?"

"I have to win."

"You're gonna lose."

"It's just another beating. It's a chance to make something of myself."

She looks down and Lando raises her head to meet his eyes, she lays her hand over his. He realizes what's going on and isn't sure about it.

"Here, keep this on your face. I got to go."

David gets into the area where they keep the girls by and underground shaft. He goes around the pool and looks over the wall to see how many guards are there.

Back in Lando's room, he is pacing the floor thinking about Megan when there is a knock on his door. He opens it to find Darcy, in a short red dress, with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Hello, Lando. I thought you might be lonely here by yourself."

"What gave you that idea?"

"Let's call it woman's intuition. Aren't you gonna invite me in?"

"Uh, sure."

He closes the door behind her and she tries to get the top off the bottle, "I'm having a little trouble with this. Could you help me?"

Lando takes the bottle from her and pops it open easily.

In David's room he has changed into a pair of black sweats and his shirtless, he digs through his bag and finds the envelope he got from Casey.

Back in Lando's room Darcy unzips her dress, letting it fall to the ground. He crosses the room quickly grabbing her dress off the floor, "Darcy-"

She kisses him, "Mmm, I know… (kiss) You'd have all I want and more."

"I can't do this now."

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't explain."

"The tournament? That sex-before-the-fight stuff's just a myth."

"Look… I can't do this now."

He pushes her away and walks to the door, "Just leave… please?"

She puts her dress back on telling him, "You're a damn pussy tease. Or maybe you really don't like girls. Or maybe you just like underage tramps."

"I'm sorry."

"Go to hell."

Back in his room David is looking over the paper in the envelope, it's a layout of Po's compound.

That night under the cover of darkness, David puts on a ski mask and goes in search of Cali once again. He enters one room just as a guard comes by, but then two women enter the room with a naked fighter and lay on the bed. As soon as the guards leave David exits the room. He goes outside and jumps down off the roof knocking out two guards, he looks into the window and sees Cali bound on the floor, dirty and thin. He tries to take the window off but an announcement over the loud speaker stops him.

"Security break-in, section 4."

David hears the guards coming and after once last glance at Cali he runs back to his room.

Inside his home, Po is looking at a photo of himself and his wife Sian, who the games are a tribute to.

"Sian, because of me, you are dead. I shall not rest until you are avenged."

Bill walks in, he slowly stands behind Po his hands crossed and his head bowed.

"Excuse me, master. May I speak with you for a moment?"

"Why do you interrupt my prayers?"

"There's a trespasser in the containment area." Bill snaps his fingers, two guards approach and are thrown to the floor at Po's feet. "These two failed."

"Sound the alarm. I want the intruder… alive."

David hears the alarm sounding, as he is making his way back to his room, he takes out a guard from behind. Then another he kicks into the pool, another attacks and he takes him out with a pool net throwing him into the pool as well.

At dawn, Megan is standing on a hill practicing some moves, when David finds her.

"Look, I'm sorry I choked you out."

"Yeah, you got lucky."

David laughs, "You didn't belong in the tournament."

"I guess we'll see."

"What, they didn't throw you out?"

"They're giving me a second chance."

David sighs, "The tournament's wrong for you. At least maybe I can help you."

"What's it to you?"

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Well, that move you did on me was pretty good. Why don't you show me that one?"

"I got a better one for you. See, your small. So you got to use the art of surprise. When you face your opponent, make him focus on one of your weapons- your legs. Get him to start staring at your feet. Make him look at your feet. Make him be focused on your feet. And then, when he's looking down… Pop up with a hook. You try it."