Stop!
-Show me your hands. - Uncle?
Is this a pillow to soften the blow?
Only a coward would use such a thing!
A man without honor
is no man.
Do you want to be a man, Chozen?
Or do you want to be a coward?
Continue!
Speak Spanish?
Spanish?
You're in a tow zone. I need you to move the van.
I want man.
I don't know a Hector Salazar. You have to move the van, please.
No, no money.
Move the van.
Money?
You're gonna enjoy it.
Place your bets!
Look at the gringo sweating like a pig.
He'll be dead before the second round.
One more.
Place your bets!
- Can we skip the line? -Of course, Hector!
Ah, welcome.
Fortaleza. Two.
Let me introduce my friend here. We just met.
He helped me avoid an accident the other day.
- All right. -My buddy is a martial arts champion.
And he can take your job away like that.
Hmm. All right, I gotta warm up.
I need man.
What's up?
Hector, there are some gringos here asking about you.
Gringos?
-What gringos? Who'd they come with? -I think they're with the FBI.
Son of a bitch.
Get downstairs.
Listen. They don't have jurisdiction here.
So keep them busy.
- …headline fight! -The assholes are here. There are two.
Vicente "The Wolf" Gonzales!
You won't wanna miss this!
Look! Over there!
Show those feds how we fight.
You're not getting near Hector.
One minute.
Looks like the Wolf is having trouble getting in the ring.
The Wolf grabs a hold of this crazy white man!
But he escapes!
Crazy guy's on the offensive!
He's doing karate!
It's karate versus MMA!
He kicks as fast as lightning!
Oh my God!
It looks like MMA is kicking karate's ass!
Things don't look good for White Lightning!
My eyes!
Spectacular!
What a fight!
Where's Hector?
They tried to fuck with me, a successful man!
The corrupt sons of bitches in Ecuador, they did the same!
Take care of yourself, kid.