No Holds Barred (1989) - full transcript
Rip is the World Wrestling Federation champion who is faithful to his fans and the network he wrestles for. Brell, the new head of the World Television Network, wants Rip to wrestle for his network. Rip refuses and goes back to his normal life. Still looking for a way to raise ratings, Brell initiates a show called "The Battle of the Tough Guys", a violent brawling competition. A mysterious man, Zeus, wins the competition. This gets Brell to use him as an angle to get at Rip.
GENE:
Jesse Ventura, I've seen some outlandish outfits before
but this one
takes the cake.
JESSE:
Mean Gene, how dare you criticize how I dress?
I dress for the occasion.
And this is
a stupendous occasion
and I'm dressed, of course,
stupendously.
GENE:
Stupendously I think would have to be the word.
Jesse, this one has gotta be
the hottest ticket in town.
This thing has been sold out
for weeks.
ANNOUNCER:
Now in the ring, the challenger: Jake Bullet.
GENE:
Jesse, when the champ comes in, watch this place come unglued.
ANNOUNCER:
And his opponent,
the World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion:
Rip!
[GROWLING]
[ALL CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]
[GROWLING]
[в™Є]
Rip him! Rip him!
Rip him!
Come on, Randy.
Let's go, Charlie.
We're gonna rip
Jake Bullet, man.
We're gonna rip
him up, man. Yeah.
Let's go.
Come on, Charlie, rip him.
We're gonna get you,
Jake Bullet. Jake Bullet.
GENE:
There's always been a special relationship
between Rip and Randy.
But ever since
the unfortunate loss
of their parents,
Rip has been more, much more,
than a brother to Randy.
Hello again, everybody.
This is Mean Gene Okerlund,
along with my
broadcast colleague,
Jesse "The Body" Ventura.
This week,
the World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion Rip
to defend against the man
you consider
to be a strong challenger
in Jake Bullet.
JESSE:
Jake Bullet is the number one contender
for the championship,
Mean Gene.
He's waited a long time
for this matchup.
And people have said
that Rip has ducked him.
That Rip has done everything
to avoid this showdown.
GENE:
Those comments are just as outlandish
as that hairdo
you're sporting, Jesse.
Nonetheless, Jake Bullet,
a formidable opponent.
JESSE:
Formidable opponent?
He's the number one contender
for Rip's title.
[GRUNTING]
JESSE:
There you see Rip doing
the classic Rip psych job.
Psyching him up
for this matchup, Mean Gene.
There it is, the "rip him" sign.
[ALL CHEERING AND SHOUTING]
GENE:
These fans are in a frenzy.
Bullet charging.
Rip sidesteps
into the turnbuckle, whoa.
Beautiful hip swipe by Rip.
JESSE:
And Rip's got the only advantage here in the bout.
Into the turnbuckle with--
Oh, and Bullet caught him
with a big elbow.
Ha-ha! And Rip is down.
MAN: Rip, go back.
Come on, Rip.
[CROWD BOOING]
Rip, behind you!
[GRUNTING]
Looks like our competition
might do us a favor
and self-destruct.
JESSE [ON TV]:
Rip in the center of the ring,
Rip is going down.
This could be the change
of the championship right here.
Rip has nowhere to go.
Jake Bullet sinks in
that sleeper hold, man.
The arm going up and down, Gene.
MAN: Come on.
GENE:
It appears we're just moments away
from crowning a new champ.
Nobody has ever escaped
this ominous hold.
JESSE:
Jake Bullet applying even more pressure on the champion.
CROWD:
Rip! Rip! Rip!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
CROWD:
Rip! Rip! Rip!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
JESSE:
He's back to his feet.
I don't believe it.
Bullet struggling
to maintain that sleeper hold.
Takes one elbow.
Takes a second elbow.
A third elbow. But Jake Bullet
is still holding on.
Whoa, he's broken
the sleeper hold.
GENE:
What a maneuver.
Ha!
MAN: All right, Ripper!
JESSE: Rip is standing tall,
apparently feeling
no effects
from that sleeper hold
applied by Jake Bullet.
Bullet fires a big forearm.
A second forearm.
They're having no effect on Rip.
CROWD:
One!
Two! Three!
Four! Five!
JESSE:
Rip firing Jake into the ropes.
Oh, he catches him with
the big foot. The big foot.
And amazingly, Jake Bullet
is still standing after that.
Rip, slides into the ropes.
Oh, he caught him
with a double axe hammer.
REFEREE:
Two! Three!
Okay!
Ripper! Ripper!
I can't believe it, Mean Gene,
he's did it again.
GENE:
We've got pandemonium.
These people are crazy.
They're wild...
MAN: Pandemonium.
Crazy.
JESSE:
The double axe hammer did it.
Wild.
I guess there'll be no
thunderous celebration
here, huh?
Not when
you're last in the ratings.
Again!
I want that jockass
on this network.
Ten o'clock.
Tomorrow. Boardroom.
Talk to me.
And still
World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion:
Rip!
GENE:
Now the celebration begins!
[CROWD SCREAMING
AND CHEERING]
GENE:
Look at the size of those guns,
24 inches round.
JESSE:
One day,
one day somebody's gonna
beat this guy.
Way to go,
big brother!
GENE:
There he is, younger brother, Randy.
Big part of it all,
Charlie, the trainer.
They're all
celebrating.
JESSE:
Yeah. Even I'm a little bit amazed.
I didn't think Rip would dispose
of Jake Bullet quite so quickly.
GENE:
There he is, in all his majesty,
still World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion: Rip!
I refuse to grow old
waiting for Rip
to ride off into the sunset.
When I took over this network
some months ago
I vowed to take it
to the top.
Now I find
that every time this jockass
decides to strip down
to his sweet nothings
and wallow around
with some sweat hog
we eat it.
So...
Ms. Tidings,
you survived
my little purge.
Reward my faith in you.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I have taken the liberty
of asking a writer to work up
a high-concept sitcom--
Next.
Miss Tidings,
take a leak.
[GASPS]
[TIDINGS SOBBING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
What about you,
Ordway?
Uh...
Could you see another prime time
game show? They sell.
Sell? Sell?
Sell?
This sells.
This is what people want.
This is
what I want.
Now, which one of you is going
to go out and get it for me?
Look, Rip is already
under contract
to another network,
Mr. Brell.
Tell me something
I don't already know, Johnston.
Contracts are nothing
but words.
But, ahem,
Mr. Brell, I'm told
that Rip's word is his bond.
Bond? Then we get him
to break his bond!
What's his price?
That's what I wanna know.
What's his price?
With, uh, all due respect,
Mr. Brell,
others have asked
that question.
You listen to me, wise guy,
and every last one of you.
Spare me your mealy mouth
"with all due respect" crap.
What this network needs,
this network gets.
I promise you that.
Even Rip has his price.
Thanks for the lift.
WOMAN: Hello, Rip.
How you doing?
MAN:
Hey, champ, how you doing?
I hope the muscle guy
doesn't break one of these.
Rip, what a pleasure
to meet you.
So glad
you could come by.
Thanks, Jane.
Mr. Brell.
Your last match, a masterpiece.
Loved it. Loved it.
Thanks, Mr. Brell.
Sit down. Relax.
You like
the chair?
Crafted for men
of great stature.
Louis XIV.
Cost me
a fortune. Heh.
[CHAIR CREAKS]
Louis would have been
so pleased.
You want some fruit juice
or something?
Guys, fruit juice
or something.
No, thanks.
Let me--
Well, then let me get right
to the point, big guy.
I want you
to come work for me.
I know. I know you've got
a contract, but hear me out.
Here's what
I'm proposing.
I want you
on my network.
And I'm willing to pay
whatever it takes.
RIP:
Thanks, Mr. Brell,
but I'm not interested.
[CHUCKLES]
I'm not through yet.
Don't think
I don't know what you're doing.
It's blank.
Just fill in the amount.
[SCOFFS]
Hey,
where are you going?
I'm leaving, Mr. Brell.
Wait a minute.
I said wait a minute.
You're not going anywhere
until you and I
come to an agreement.
Watch me.
Are you trying to tell me
my money's not good enough?
I find that a little hard
to swallow, you jockass!
[в™Є]
[CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
[ALL CHUCKLING]
Oh, my God!
I won't be around
when this check clears.
[GRUNTING]
[BRELL COUGHING]
Get me the garage.
You'll show him, Mr. Brell.
Yeah, this ought
to be good.
[в™Є]
Hey, pal, you should've gone
right back there.
You're going
the wrong way.
Hey! Wait a minute,
you're not--
Try this one for size.
Jeez.
[GRUNTING]
Whoa!
[HORN HONKS]
Whoa!
MAN:
You moron!
Oh!
Oh!
DRIVER:
Whoa!
[в™Є]
Hey!
Whoa!
[ALL CHATTERING]
[SIGHS]
MAN:
What's going on?
[RIP GRUNTING]
[DANNY WILDE'S "CRIMINAL MIND"
PLAYING]
в™Є Hey, brother
What's your problem? в™Є
[ALL GRUNTING]
в™Є You think you're
Nobody's fool, think again в™Є
[MEN GRUNTING]
[SIGHS]
в™Є Better get it together в™Є
в™Є Lord knows you've
Just about had enough в™Є
[GROWLING]
в™Є You're running out of time в™Є
в™Є Oh, you'll never
Get to heaven в™Є
[RIP GROWLING]
[MEN SCREAM]
в™Є Check it out в™Є
в™Є You're running out of time в™Є
в™Є Oh, and you'll
Never get to heaven в™Є
в™Є With a criminal mind в™Є
DRIVER:
Oh, no.
в™Є Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah в™Є
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
в™Є You're running out of time в™Є
в™Є And you'll never
Get to heaven в™Є
в™Є With a criminal mind в™Є
в™Є Oh, check it out в™Є
в™Є You're running out of time в™Є
[MAN GRUNTS]
в™Є And you'll never
Get to heaven в™Є
в™Є With a criminal mind в™Є
[LAUGHING]
[WHIMPERING]
[GRUNTING]
[WHIMPERING]
[RIP GROWLING]
[SNIFFS]
What's that smell?
Dookie.
[SOBBING]
Dookie?
MAN:
Rip, we need fresh, new leadership
representing your talent.
Sam is intelligent
and aggressive.
Rip, meet your
new account executive, Sam.
Samantha N. Moore.
Pleased to meet you.
Sam?
Nice to meet you.
My pleasure, Rip.
Ladies, gentlemen, shall we?
Feel free to look
at the briefs in front of you.
Item one:
merchandising.
Mr. Reynolds and I agree
that an obvious opportunity
overlooked
is the sportswear market.
It's a natural for Rip.
WOMAN: Miss Moore--
I invite comments at the end.
Thank you.
For now,
please let's continue.
Item two:
personal appearances.
[SIGHS]
They should be better
synchronized
with Rip's title matches.
Item three:
television exposure.
Now, our research shows
that Rip has a huge TV cue.
We should take
full advantage of it.
Rip, we'd love to hear
your thoughts on this.
Pardon me?
We were speaking
about your image,
the Rip character.
I'd be very interested
in your thoughts on this.
Miss Moore, the Rip character
wants me to tell you
that his main outside interest
is his charity work.
He says maybe you could put that
in your brief.
I don't mean to be rude.
But can we talk
about it later?
Fine. I'll pick you up.
Eight o'clock. Dinner.
Dressy.
[в™Є]
[PATRONS CHATTERING]
WAITER: Is everything all right?
MAN: Yes, it is.
[BOTH SPEAK IN FRENCH]
MAN:
That's him.
WOMAN:
Rip. That's him.
Thank you.
I didn't know if you'd like
a place like this.
I hope there's something
on the menu that you like.
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
May I recite
the specialty, monsieur?
[SAMANTHA SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
[WAITER SHOOING]
[WAITER SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
I recommend
le quiche.
That's, uh, cheese pie
with, uh, snails to you.
No, I don't think that he would.
WAITER: No, no, no.
But I'm afraid monsieur
is looking
for le hamburger
Americano,
le foot-long hotdog.
He will not find them
on our menu.
[GULPS]
Rip, why don't you try
the beef bourguignon?
It's like stew.
[CHEF SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
Antoinne, you naughty boy.
You should have said
our friend is here.
Monsieur le who?
CHEF:
Antoinne is new.
You must forgive him.
[INHALES]
Monsieur le Rip,
the usual?
[RIP SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
[CHUCKLES]
[SNAPS FINGERS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Go ahead. How many?
Thanks.
Five long, man.
[UPBEAT ROCK SONG
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
[CROWD CHEERING AND WHISTLING]
WOMAN:
Come on! Get him!
Tear him apart! Get him!
Rip him up! Do it!
Go! Go!
You can do it, come on!
Get him!
Come on, don't be so skittish.
I'm nauseous, not skittish.
BRELL:
My sources tell me this could be
the start of something big.
And I like big ideas.
MAN 1: Good evening.
MAN 2:
Looks like them boys is lost.
[GRUNTING]
[GROANING]
America. Don't you
just love it?
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Excuse me.
Our party
would like to be seated.
[SNORTS]
Are you guys cops?
No.
No.
Then you must be looking
for the gay bar!
The gay bar's
across the street!
[SNORTS]
Well, then come on.
Gay bar?
I'll fix y'all
down ringside,
and let the headbangers
fix your ass.
Headbangers?
Them guys.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Oh, God.
What it's gonna be?
I'd like a Scotch on the rocks.
Very dry martini,
please.
I'd like to get laid,
relayed and parlayed,
but that ain't gonna
happen here
so what's it gonna be--?
I can see why.
Just three beers, okay?
[SNORTS]
Sure.
Ordway. Unger.
MAN: Bombs away!
Unger. Ordway.
Ordway, pay attention!
We may have stumbled
onto something here.
MAN:
Mess him up!
Light him up! Light him up!
Send him home!
Come on, big guy!
Light him up!
All right! All right!
Are you really serious,
Mr. Brell?
These guys are animals.
Sit down.
MAN 1:
Go, Big Joe! Get him, Big Joe!
MAN 2:
Hammer him, Big Joe!
Let's see it! Hammer that dog!
Get him, boy!
Get him!
Hammer him!
Excuse me.
That's it, Joe!
That's it, Joe!
Excuse me, sir.
MAN 2: Get him, Joe!
UNGER: Excuse me, sir!
Go!
UNGER:
Where is the--?
Ugh.
BRELL: Gross.
Where's the referee?
The referee,
he's at the bar drinking beer!
Elbow him!
Elbow, elbow, elbow!
Yeah, well, why isn't he
in the ring?
The referee,
he's supposed to be outside.
Yeah, but what about
the rules?
Rules?
Last one standing wins.
Just don't kill nobody.
Them's the only rules.
Those are my kind of rules.
[YELLS]
Who's next?
You!
I love it.
Six bucks.
Oh. What credit cards
do you take?
Cash and only cash.
And if you ain't got it,
my brother over there
will rip your lips off.
[LAUGHING]
[WHIMPERS]
Tell your brother
that he can keep the change
if he takes on that guy
in the ring.
[GRUNTING]
Go get him, Bubba.
[GRUNTING]
Rock 'n' roll, buddy.
WAITRESS:
Show him your cage, Bubba.
Kill him! Move, move! Kill him!
Get him!
[CHUCKLES]
MAN 1:
Kill him! Go, go!
MAN 2:
Rip his beard off!
BUBBA:
Is that all you've got? Get him, boy!
MAN 3: Go get him, big head!
BUBBA: Come on, man!
[BOTH MEN GRUNTING]
Look.
Look at that.
Jerk.
I can't believe this.
You showed him, Bubba!
[YELLS]
[ALL CHEERING]
[GRUNTING]
My God.
Who are these people?
This is sick.
Yes, but look at them.
They love it.
But these people would cheer
at a hanging.
Exactly.
That's the beauty of it.
This could be just
what I've been looking for.
[YELLING]
Pardon me, Mr. Brell,
but I have to go
to the bathroom.
MAN: Hey, guys.
[CHUCKLING]
Me too.
MAN: Hurry back.
Don't step,
don't step.
Where's the bathroom?
Ask somebody.
Ask somebody.
Excuse me, pal, but, uh,
where do I go
to bleed the old lizard?
In your pants,
wimp.
Bleed the old lizard?
Well, it sounded good.
[YELLING]
[MAN BURPS]
God, they're everywhere.
Please.
MAN:
Hey, watch where you're going.
Don't touch anything.
You don't have
to worry.
[GASPS]
Oh, my God.
Do you have to go?
I forgot to go before.
Unh.
[DOG SNARLS]
[BARKING]
[TOILET FLUSHES]
What are you
looking at?
My God, I can't believe
Brell's serious.
These are the stupidest,
crudest,
most subhuman beings
I have ever encountered.
And those waitresses,
they ought to be in body bags,
not wet T-shirts. Ha, ha.
Would these idiots even know
the difference? Heh.
"Great color," Brell says.
Yeah, if you like slime green.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
How about pus yellow?
[FARTING NOISE]
What the hell
was that?
Oh, God.
[TOILET FLUSHES]
[YELLING]
Oh, no.
Who are you calling an idiot,
you maggot?
Certainly not you.
We meant the other idiots.
Yeah.
I mean, the gentlemen.
No, no, don't, please.
BUBBA:
Wow. Wow.
What do we got here?
A teeny wang.
And here's another.
It ain't even worth it.
[LAUGHING]
Never in a million years
will Brell get this on the air.
BRELL:
I am proud to announce
that next month,
the World Television Network
will be premiering
a great new show:
The Battle
of the Tough Guys.
The competition will be open
to any red-blooded American man
[OVER RADIO]
who's got the guts to get into the ring...
[MAN GRUNTING]
...and find out
just how tough he is.
BRELL [ON TV]:
The winner will receive $100,000,
tax free.
[GRUNTS]
BRELL [ON RADIO]:
One hundred thousand dollars,
tax free.
But whoever wins must eliminate
all of his opponents
in the octagonal ring.
The Battle of the Tough Guys
will be held
at the No Count Bar downtown.
So if you think
you're tough enough,
come on down
and put it on the line.
We are entering a new era
in sports television.
MAN:
Hey, Joey, I need the adapter.
Nice.
UNGER: Nice.
ORDWAY: Nice.
Got all of that beneath
the compresses.
MAN 1:
Pull out the black bag.
WOMAN:
Mr. Brell's just arrived.
MAN 2:
Okay, tell him we'll be ready for him.
UNGER:
Boys are right over here, Mr. Brell.
This is Brock Chisler.
[GRUNTING]
Brock Chisler,
huh?
Chew him up,
big guy.
And here's
Bulldog McPherson.
[BULLDOG GROWLING]
Don't let him walk out of here,
Bulldog. All right.
And here's Klondike Kramer,
Mr. Brell.
Klondike.
Keep him away from me.
Let's go.
MAN:
Test, one, two.
Testing, one, two.
Sheer genius,
Mr. Brell.
It smells
like a hit.
Gentlemen, it's showtime.
MAN: Mr. Brell, 30 seconds.
Oh, yeah, if it ain't
the teeny wangers.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Teeny.
Teeny wanger.
Teeny.
MAN:
Three, two...
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the most exciting
new spectacle
in the history
of televised sports.
The World Television Network
brings you live:
The Battle of the Tough Guys.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
WOMAN:
Come on, come on, come on!
Ugh!
[COMMENTATOR SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]
Finish him.
[NRBQ'S "HEY PUMPKIN' HEAD"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
[GRUNTING]
[CROWD SHOUTING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
в™Є Hey, pumpkin' head в™Є
UNGER:
Mr. Brell.
Which one do you like best?
All of them.
They're all scum.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
What?
[GASPS]
[в™Є]
Uh, excuse me--
[MUFFLED SHOUTING]
[GROWLING]
[CROWD GASPS]
Oh!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[в™Є]
Let him fight.
[GRUNTS]
WOMAN:
Let's see what he's got.
[GROWLING]
BULLDOG:
I ain't scared of you.
[ALL GRUNTING]
[SCREAMING]
No, no, not my--
[SCREAMING]
RANDY: Who is he, Craig?
CRAIG: I don't know, man.
This is that Battle of
the Tough Guys competition
they've been talking about.
MAN [ON TV]: Brock Chisler
is being man-handled.
What do you think, Rip?
You can take this guy.
Come on,
are you crazy?
Look at this guy.
This guy is a monster.
--gladiators.
[GASPS]
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMING]
I'm gonna knock
your block off!
Bubba! Bubba!
[GRUNTING]
Serves him right!
This man is heartless.
What you are witnessing...
Isn't that--?
I never thought
they'd let him out.
Wait a minute,
you know this guy?
Yeah, but I'm
not proud of it.
Way back,
I was his trainer for a while.
But I just couldn't control him.
So I had to let him go.
And then I heard
he killed some kid
in the ring after the bell.
Anyway, he got sent up
for a long time.
BRELL:
Never in the history of sport have I seen
such incredible competition.
[GRUNTING]
WOMAN:
Come on, Bubba. Get up.
[GRUNTS]
WOMAN:
Oh, no. Oh, God.
[SCREAMING]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Oh, my God.
Mr. Brell, don't. Mr.--
The winner
and $100,000 richer,
the champion of The Battle
of the Tough Guys is...
What was the name?
[WHISPERS]
Zeus.
Love it.
[MAN CLEARS THROAT]
[DOOR OPENS]
The overnights are in.
We're number one
in our time slot.
And just like Zeus,
we kicked some ass.
[ALL CHEER]
Thank you.
These, ahem, telegrams came in
to our PR Department last night.
I'm afraid we have
a very serious problem here.
"My son had violent nightmares
"after watching
your grotesque show.
It is my intention to organize
a nationwide coalition."
They watched it, didn't they?
That's all that's counts.
Let them talk.
Let them complain.
Let them shout
it to the heavens.
All it does
is keep us in the headlines.
The World Television Network
presents:
The Battle of the Tough Guys:
Week Two.
Tonight, the challenger is:
Lugwrench Perkins.
Yeah!
[CROWD CHEERING]
MAN 1: Fight!
MAN 2: You're the man!
Yeah!
And now, the champion
who has come to this
industrial arena
to battle Lugwrench
on his own turf:
Zeus!
[в™Є]
[GROWLING]
MAN:
Don't have a chance!
[в™Є]
[GROWLING]
ANNOUNCER:
These two gargantuans are about to collide.
[GRUNTS]
MAN 1:Hit him.
MAN 2: Come on.
MAN 1: Hit him.
MAN 3: Hey, hit him.
Hey.
[GRUNTING]
ANNOUNCER [ON TV]:
Zeus definitely dodging
the attack of Lugwrench.
Now he moves in.
These men are going to explode!
I amaze even myself.
Here's to you, Mr. Brell.
Happy birthday, Ordway.
I'm glad you like your new toy.
Thanks, Unger.
Video is my life.
Do you mind moving over a bit?
You're blocking.
Oh, sure.
Thank you.
One-hand drive.
Ordway,
Mm-hm.
in spite of yourself,
you've given me an idea.
For what?
For giving Zeus ideas.
Zeus can be led
and I will lead him,
just as I will lead Rip.
But, Mr. Brell, how?
Lead them where?
Watch and learn, boys.
Watch and learn.
[GRUNTING AND GROANING]
[SCREAMS]
[SCREAMS]
Ha!
[SCREAMING]
Oh, shoot. Shit.
The winner--
Hey, hey, back off.
[ALL JEERING]
[SCREAMING]
Yes, of course everything
is under control.
[SIGHS]
Look, I'll have some time
with him on this overnight.
Look, I gotta go.
No. I'll call you
after we've checked in.
SAMANTHA: Hi, Rip.
Samantha.
I want you to meet my brother.
Randy, say hi
to Samantha N. Moore.
How you doing,
Samantha N. Moore?
Nice to meet you.
Hi, Randy, nice to meet you.
You got a nice grip.
RIP:
See you when I get back.
Be cool.
RANDY: Be careful.
RIP:
No problem.
RANDY:
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
[ENGINE STARTS]
SAMANTHA:
Our schedule is gonna be pretty tight.
My office is taking care
of all the details.
Transportation,
tomorrow's fan club meeting
and autograph sessions
hotel rooms--
RIP:
Whoa, hold on a second.
Just as long as your office
didn't make dinner reservations
because I know just the spot.
Thank you.
I can't believe
how long it's been
since you've been
in town last.
Thank you.
Oh, me and Ripper go way back.
Of course,
that was when I was a size nine.
Honey, you couldn't ask
for a greater guy.
He's an original, all right.
Sadie, you're still
a whole lot of woman.
SADIE:
Oh, stop that, boy. You always say that.
You know, baby cakes,
now, if I wasn't married,
whoo-ee! Turn me loose.
And you couldn't
run fast enough.
You ought to latch on
to this one right now, honey.
[SADIE CHUCKLES]
Real cute.
[CHUCKLES]
MAN 1:
Out of my way! Move!
MAN 2:
Hands on the counter where I can see them.
All right, everybody, put your
valuables on the table now!
Nobody move
or I'll blow your head off!
Just take the money.
Don't hurt anybody.
MAN 2:
Shut up, just give me the money.
When I move, hit the floor.
MAN 1:
I'm not playing a game here.
RIP:
Everybody, hit the floor.
[GRUNTING AND GROANING]
[HANK WILLIAMS JR.'S
"ALL MY ROWDY FRIENDS" PLAYING]
в™Є I got ketchup
On my blue jeans в™Є
в™Є Just burnt my hand в™Є
в™Є Lord, it's hard
To be a bachelor man в™Є
Hey!
[GUNSHOT]
в™Є I got to get ready
Make everything right в™Є
в™Є 'Cause all my rowdy friends
Are comin' over tonight в™Є
[YELLING]
в™Є Hey, do you wanna party? в™Є
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Oh, Rip, behind you!
MAN:
No. No.
No.
[YELLS]
Tsk, phew.
Rip. Oh!
Sadie, are you okay?
Yeah. Fine as
frog's hair. Heh.
Why, I see you ain't
lost your touch, heh.
That's my man.
That's my man.
[ALL CHEERING]
Yeah.
[в™Є]
SAMANTHA:
This is a mistake.
How can there only
be one room left?
RIP:
Don't worry about it. We'll make do.
SAMANTHA:
Well, at least there better be twin beds.
Just remember, your office
made the reservations.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[IMITATING RIP] "Well, your
office made the reservations."
[в™Є]
"Put that in your brief,
Miss Moore."
[CHUCKLES]
Hey, drip, drip, drip.
[в™Є]
Ugh.
[GROANS]
[в™Є]
[SAMANTHA CLEARS THROAT]
[RIP GULPS]
Can you get the lights?
You got it.
Like your accommodations?
Do I have a choice?
And as long as you stay
on your side
of the bed,
everything will be fine.
What kind of animals
do you go out with anyway?
I don't.
Don't what?
Go out.
Come on.
Don't tell me--
Oh, don't tell me
a beautiful girl like you
doesn't have them
lined up a mile long.
Well?
I...
Well...
I'm really too busy to date.
Must get lonely.
Yeah, sometimes.
Yeah, I know.
Ah, don't patronize me.
Good night, Rip.
Good night, Sam.
[RIP BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GASPS]
Don't wait up for me.
[в™Є]
[в™Є]
[SIGHS]
[в™Є]
[SAMANTHA SCREAMS]
Wouldn't have this problem
if you'd stay on your side.
How dare you!
Hey. Chill out.
The bed broke.
Save it, Rip. I'm not
one of your ditzy groupies.
[SAMANTHA GROANS]
RIP:
You don't need this.
You build bigger walls
than I ever could.
Where are you going?
There's a couch in the lobby
that has a better
sense of humor than you do.
God save me from conniving
females and cretinous jocks.
SAMANTHA:
Conniving?
You're the one who canceled
the room from under me.
You got it.
Because the difference
between me and you, lady,
is that I can and you can't.
You just can't.
When I asked you to seduce him,
you just couldn't.
Now that you've got the hots
for him, you just can't.
You just can't do
me one lousy favor.
I gave your agency more business
than they've ever had.
And for this,
I get a phone call
in the middle
of the night saying:
"Gee, Mr. Brell, I--"
He's really a nice guy.
I eat nice guys for breakfast.
Not with my help, you don't.
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[BOTH GASP]
BRELL:
Get back here. You owe me!
[в™Є]
RIP: Sam, are you okay? Sam?
SAMANTHA: I'm so ashamed.
[SAMANTHA CRYING]
SAMANTHA:
Brell is an evil man.
I'm worse because I know better.
I let him use me.
Did Brell do this?
Just let it go.
Just let it go, please.
I just want you to forgive me.
[CRYING]
I forgive you, Sam.
But the hotel is sending you
a bill for breaking the bed.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
RIP: God, you're easy.
You.
I can't believe you.
Hey.
Hey, I come crying my eyes
out to you,
pouring my heart out,
and you make a big,
big joke about it.
I'll fight back.
Hey, wait a minute, you big lug.
I hope it breaks.
No, you don't.
Oh, God.
[SAMANTHA SCREAMS
THEN GIGGLES]
No. Not an arm lock.
Not an arm lock.
How about lip-lock?
What are you doing?
Well, I find that
you're doing it yourself.
CARY [ON TV]:
Welcome to this week's edition of Sports Talk.
I have the pleasure of
introducing
to you a world champion.
A champion in a sport
in which there are no rules.
Joining me here in the studio
tonight, in all probability
the most feared
athlete in the world.
A fighter who is both
admired and vilified.
A fighter who's been called
both the thriller
the killer. He's here to be--
Rip!
Rip.
I know you're out there.
[GRUNTS]
And I'm waiting for you.
This is a challenge.
[в™Є]
[CROWD CHEERING AND SHOUTING]
RIP:
Way to go, guys.
Give it your all.
Give it your best shot.
That's the way to compete.
You're both winners.
That's it. Keep it up.
Come on. Way to go, guys.
Up we go, kids, heh.
BOY 1:
What's that, Rip?
BOY 2:
Come on, Rip.
BOY 1:
What's happening?
BOY 2:
What is it?
MAN:
Move back.
Get them to move back.
Cover your eyes.
BOY 1: But it's hurting my eye.
WOMAN:
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
BOY 3:
It's noisy.
GIRL:
Come on. Come on.
[в™Є]
[ZEUS GROWLING]
BOY:
Wow, that guy is big.
MAN 1:
Set it up big time. Close-up.
MAN 2:
Back. Back.
MAN 1:
All right, we're rolling.
MAN 2:
Sound's good.
Testing.
[PANTING]
Zeus is waiting
for your answer, Rip.
Well, gentlemen,
I think we just got our answer.
Rip refused the challenge.
Rip backed down from Zeus.
Zeus! The undisputed champion
of the world.
[CROWD JEERING]
BOY 1:
Come on, Rip.
BOY 2:
Come on, Rip.
BOY 3:
Come on. Come on, man. Go get him.
Do something about it.
GIRL 1:
Come on, Rip.
BOY 4:
Come on.
BOY 5:
Come on, Rip. Let's go, Rip.
CHARLIE:
Rip, you can't ever stoop to his level.
Those children today
were counting on you
doing the right thing
and you did.
RIP:
You think he can take me, don't you?
Everybody thinks
I've backed down.
You did the right thing.
I was proud of you.
I am very proud of you.
Okay.
It's late.
[в™Є]
MAN:
Mr. Brell says it's party time.
[SAMANTHA GRUNTS]
[в™Є]
Stop! Stop!
Shut up.
No!
Oh, no.
Are you okay?
I'll be right back.
You better run.
You better run for your life.
You're crazy, man.
[MAN GRUNTS THEN GROANS]
[RIP CHUCKLES]
[GROANS]
RIP:
Need a lift?
[MAN SCREAMING]
[RIP CACKLES]
Harley and me
and you and the tree.
[MAN SCREAMING]
[RIP LAUGHING]
[в™Є]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SOBBING]
Sam, are you okay?
God, I hate it
when you're hurt
or scared, you know?
I know.
RANDY:
I don't think coming here was such a good idea after all.
CRAIG:
Sure it is, man. It will give us a chance to see Zeus in action.
[CROWD SHOUTING]
WOMAN: Show him!
MAN: Show him!
WOMAN:
Take that guy!
[CROWD SHOUTING]
WOMAN:
Swing at him!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Get a load of that guy.
MAN:
Hurt him, Rebar!
Get him, Rebar!
WOMAN:
Show him your guts!
MAN:
Get him, Rebar!
WOMAN:
Rebar, get out of that!
Hey, no fair!
[YELLS]
[CROWD BOOING]
MAN:
Get up, Rebar!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[LAUGHING]
MAN:
Rebar, get up!
Look at them.
Did Zeus put the fear of God
in them or what?
I knew we had a winner
the minute I saw him.
Ordway
I did. I swear.
MAN: I'm sorry.
UNGER: Get over here quickly.
These punks have tried
to hurt Mr. Brell.
Brell.
BRELL:
I'm fine. Don't touch me.
Hey. Come on.
It's an accident.
Damn it, you kids.
Let go of them.
Well, what do we have here?
Zeus converting a Rip fan.
That's great.
That's what I like to see.
We'll convert them all, heh.
Hey, we are not Zeus fans.
Yeah, that's right.
Rip's his brother.
So Rip's brother.
My, my, what an honor.
Isn't it an honor, guys?
Yes, sir.
Well, that makes you boys
practically VIPs.
Zeus loves VIPs,
doesn't he, guys?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Bring them.
CRAIG:
All right, lighten up. I'm going.
[в™Є]
RANDY:
Come on, man. Let go.
[LAUGHING]
Zeus!
Whoa, whoa, It's only me.
Great show.
Great show.
I love the neck business.
Right, guys?
Right.
You up to meet
a couple of fans?
Guess who this is.
I don't guess.
What's your name, kid?
I asked you your name.
Randy. Randy. Okay?
Randy.
Randy and Rip.
Cute, huh?
Isn't that cute, Zeus?
Hey, kid.
Seeing as you're
Rip's little brother,
I bet you handle yourself
pretty good, huh?
What do you think, Zeus?
Your brother's yellow.
And I'm gonna kill him.
All right, Randy. Come on,
let's get out of here. Now!
Don't do anything crazy.
Let's go!
Randy!
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[SCREAMING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[в™Є]
[GROWLS]
[GRUNTING]
RIP:
Zeus!
[LOUD ROCK MUSIC
BLARING OVER SPEAKERS]
[GROANING]
Zeus!
BRELL [ON TV]:
--rotten flesh.
Zeus!
Rip said the worms
are too good for you.
You hear, Zeus?
Rip said the maggots would gag
on your rotten flesh.
So, what are you gonna
do about it, Zeus?
Rip.
[BRELL LAUGHING ON TV]
Rip said the worms
are too good for you.
---gag on your rotten flesh.
He's waiting for you.
[ZEUS CACKLING ON TV]
Zeus!
[ZEUS CACKLING ON TV]
BRELL:
Rip said the worms are too good for you.
Sort of like an Easter
egg hunt, isn't it, Rip?
I want him, Brell!
BRELL:
Only on my terms.
[UNGER AND BRELL LAUGHING]
Mr. Brell, it's a privilege
to watch genius at work.
A privilege and a thrill.
BRELL: Thank you.
UNGER:
This is the best ringside seat.
BRELL:
Rip said death's too good for you.
Rip said the worms
are too good for you.
Uh-oh.
[BRELL LAUGHING]
Oh, my.
[LAUGHS]
Very funny.
Rip said--
[BRELL LAUGHING OVER SPEAKERS]
ORDWAY:
I've seen temper tantrums before,
but this is really
something special.
[GRUNTS]
[ALL GASP]
[CHUCKLES]
[в™Є]
Hey, little brother,
it's me.
I know you stood up to Zeus.
I'm damn proud of you.
But now it's my turn.
Hey.
Charlie.
Randy.
Oh, Randy.
Oh.
[RIP CRYING]
In this very ring,
exactly two weeks from tonight,
the World Television Network
will present exclusively
the most important
sporting event of our time
The Battle of the Tough Guys
where Rip will finally meet
the champion, Zeus.
[GRUNTING]
Keep lowering him.
A little more.
Lower the feet now.
Rip him, little brother.
Rip said death's
too good for you.
Rip said that the worms
are too good for you.
[ZEUS GRUNTING]
You hear, Zeus?
Rip said the maggots would gag
on your rotten flesh.
RIP:
Few more days and we'll have that knee walked out.
There you go. Steady as she
goes, man. Nice and steady.
[GRUNTING]
You can do it.
Come on, Randy. Come on.
Get both feet underneath you.
Come on.
Mr. Brell, we salute you
for a brilliant idea
brilliantly realized.
Brilliant.
Of course.
But what if Rip wins?
No more tough guy.
Mr. Greene, Rip will not win
this fight. Trust me.
Ordway. Unger.
Satellite backup's
on standby?
Yes, sir.
And the elevator?
And the elevator.
Good.
No mistakes, right?
Right.
No mistakes.
[в™Є]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Yes, that's right down the hall.
Thank you.
Hey, I got something.
It doesn't feel right
without Randy here.
He'll be here.
They all will be here.
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
There you go, buddy.
Straight ahead. Thanks.
Hi.
Oh, excuse me.
Craig!
Samantha!
What the hell's going on?
I don't know.
[CHUCKLES]
Let go.
ORDWAY:
Oh, good.
I thought you might be more
comfortable watching Zeus
mutilate your boyfriend
from up here.
[PHONE RINGS]
It's Brell.
The elevator
worked just fine.
Fine.
Rip, it's Samantha.
Couple of guards
grabbed Samantha.
Grabbed her in the elevator.
What?
[PHONE RINGING]
CRAIG: They're WTN guys.
Hello.
It's Brell.
Get me Rip.
I'm listening.
Make it look good
for 10 minutes.
Then you go down.
And you stay down.
Or you'll be pushing
matching wheelchairs.
Get the picture?
[CHUCKLES]
You've got 10 minutes
to find her. Move.
I'm out of here.
I'm with you, Charlie.
MAN:
The referee is checking
the ropes
and turnbuckles now.
But as soon as the fight starts,
he will leave the ring.
For his only duty
will be to stop the fight
and to declare the winner.
And now the World Television
Network proudly presents
a brutal
unconventional contest.
A no-holds-barred, no quarter
given, fight to the finish.
[GROWLING]
Ladies and gentlemen,
the challenger,
the World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion: Rip!
[ALL CHEERING]
WOMAN:
That's Rip!
[CROWD CHEERING]
WOMAN:
Looking good!
Rip him.
MAN:
Let's go, Ripper!
WOMAN:
We love you!
[ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
You can do it!
MAN:
Come on, Rip.
You can get this guy!
MAN 1:
Smoke him!
MAN 2: See some action!
Thank you.
[CROWD WHISTLING]
[BRELL LAUGHING]
MAN:
Ripper!
WOMAN:
Yeah, Rip!
[ALL APPLAUDING]
MAN:
Whoa!
WOMAN:
That monster.
[GRUNTING]
Come on,
it's about to start.
Oh, I've got goose bumps.
I'll bet Rip
is scared to death.
Wouldn't you be if you were
looking in the eyes of that?
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
MAN:
Get him!
[EXHALES]
WOMAN:
You can do it, Rip!
And now entering the ring,
The Battle of the Tough Guys'
champion,
the thriller, the killer--
[SCREAMS]
[CROWD CLAMORS]
[RIP GRUNTS]
[BELL DINGS]
[CROWD WHISTLES]
Let's go.
Aah!
Ooh.
Jeez, I wonder
if he felt that.
[SCREAMS]
[GROANING]
[GRUNTS]
WOMAN:
We love you, Rip!
MAN:
New champ! New champ!
All right. All right.
Hit him. Hit him one.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Yeah, heh.
MAN:
Hammering the challenger...
UNGER:
Eleven-- Oh, my goodness!
Look at the numbers, Unger.
We're in the lead.
Very nice.
[MUMBLING]
MAN [ON TV]:
Strangling him with his own--
ORDWAY:
Ooh. Oh, yes.
Yes. Yes!
Heh.
Oh, a little tighter.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Yeah!
Come on, get up, you wimp.
[GROANS]
Come on, Zeus, do something!
Yeah!
Randy.
Come on, Rip. Try.
Ow!
Aah! Ha!
[MEN CHATTERING]
[в™Є]
MAN: Go, go!
ORDWAY: Oh, yeah. All right.
MAN:
Take him out again. Come on.
Shake him!
[GRUNTS]
MAN:
Hit him again. Hit him again.
Come on.
ORDWAY:
Hurry.
MAN:
Get him.
ORDWAY:
Yeah!
Did you see that?
Get him. He's got him.
Uh, watch the back.
Ooh. Good. Hit him again.
UNGER: Do something.
MAN [ON TV]: Here we are again.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
You're my man, Rip!
Get him!
Do something!
[ALL LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Come on, get him.
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
[RIP GRUNTING]
MAN [ON TV]:
For the first time in this match,
Rip is going on
the offense.
UNGER:
Look at the ratings over there, huh?
[в™Є]
Guys, she's gone!
What? Move!
Where?
Wait!
Get her. Get her.
[BOTH GRUNT]
MAN: Yeah!
Come on, Rip, hit him!
MAN [ON TV]:
--an extraordinary matchup.
Both men giving us
as good as they take.
Unh...
MAN: Yeah!
Come on, Rip!
[PANTING]
ORDWAY:
Don't let her get to the elevator.
Come on!
[SCREAMS]
Stop her.
[SCREAMS]
SAMANTHA:
Hurry up, hurry up.
[в™Є]
Come on.
I told you to stop her!
Shoot her! Do something!
Come on.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
I'm going.
Get her. Go down.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
MAN:
Come on, Rip!
WOMAN:
Ripper, finish him.
You can take him, Rip!
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
[GROANING]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Yeah!
Yeah. Yeah. Hit him.
We've had so many
furious minutes
of non-stop brawling.
But it looks like
as if this monster Zeus
may be ready
to finish off the challenger.
MAN:
Come on now, Rip!
Ugh, these stupid elevators.
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
Come on.
[BOTH GRUNT]
MAN [ON TV]:
And Zeus is beginning to take Rip apart.
[GRUNTING]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
[SIGHS]
Now!
[SAMANTHA SCREAMING]
Samantha!
No!
Ow.
[CRYING]
[GRUNTING]
My God, this is unbelievable.
He is destroying Rip.
MAN 1:
Get with it, Rip!
WOMAN:
Rip, you can do it!
Rip, we believe in you!
MAN 2:
Come on! Come on!
MAN [ON TV]:
Zeus, he's really beginning
to enjoy himself.
[GRUNTS]
ALL [CHANTING]:
Rip! Rip! Rip!
[ALL CHEERING]
[GRUNTING]
Come on, get up, Rip!
Get up!
Yes. Yes.
Get up!
RANDY:
Come on, Rip, get up!
MAN:
He's gonna tear you a new one, Rip!
Get up, Rip!
Whoa.
[CROWD CLAMORING]
BRELL:
Make it look good.
My God. Look what he's doing.
Come on, Rip!
Fight back!
[GRUNTING]
Stop him! Stop him!
Stop him!
Stop him!
MAN:
He's twisting--
Those idiots!
Stop. There goes the ref
into the ring.
The ref's trying
to separate them!
SAMANTHA:
Stop him!
Stop him!
Answer the phone.
MAN:
Ref's thrown out of the ring!
WOMAN:
Get up!
[GRUNTING]
Rip.
[RIP GROANING]
SAMANTHA:
Rip, come on, get up!
[GROANING]
SAMANTHA:
Charlie, stop him!
Zeus! I'll get you, Zeus!
[SCREAMS]
Charlie! Charlie! Rip!
[в™Є]
BRELL:
Get Rip!
Stop him! Stop him!
BRELL:
Zeus!
[CROWD CHEERING]
WOMAN:
Way to go!
[GROANING]
Get up!
Leave him alone!
Get up!
Rip, get up!
ALL [CHANTING]:
Rip him! Rip him! Rip him!
[в™Є]
Zeus! No!
MAN:
This is an unprecedented display
of strength
and determination.
[GROWLING]
He's up.
MAN:
Come on, Rip, come on!
No! No!
Turn around, you idiot!
[в™Є]
[GRUNTS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
BRELL:
Hit him! No!
Come on, big brother!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Yeah.
BRELL: Come on!
MAN: What strength.
WOMAN:
There you go, Rip!
[CHUCKLES]
WOMAN:
Yeah, come on, Rip! Yeah!
Yes! Yeah.
BRELL:
Zeus, hit him! Do something!
Yeah! Yeah!
[ZEUS SCREAMS]
MAN:
All right, Rip! Snap him! Snap him!
Get him, Rip!
BRELL:
Oh, no! Get up! Get up!
WOMAN:
Way to go, Rip!
MAN:
Rip him!
[GRUNTING]
WOMAN:
Rip!
MAN:
Rip, come on, snap him!
MAN [ON TV]:
What will the...?
No!
Get him! Get him!
Get him!
Zeus!
[GRUNTING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
No! No!
MAN: Finish him, Rip!
[GROANING]
[GRUNTS]
Come on, Rip!
Come on!
MAN: Get up!
WOMAN:
Randy!
Randy! No!
Stay back!
WOMAN:
Rip, we believe in you!
Come on, Ripper, let's go!
Kill him!
Come on, Rip!
Kill you,
you dumb son of a bitch!
MAN [ON TV]:
I've never seen anything like--
Kill him!
Get up!
Yes!
Get up!
Zeus! Zeus!
Zeus, behind you. Behind!
[SCREAMING]
[GRUNTING]
MAN [ON TV]:
Soon to be absolutely no competition.
Come on, Zeus, hit him!
No! You idiot!
Come on, fight back! Hit him!
No!
No, Zeus! Come on,
knock him out!
MAN:
Come on, Rip!
[GROANING]
You idiot!
[GRUNTING]
Fight back!
Zeus, fight back!
Zeus, fight back, you idiot!
Come on! No!
No!
[в™Є]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[GROWLING]
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
ALL [CHANTING]:
Rip him! Rip him! Rip him!
[в™Є]
You stay away!
Stay away, you jockass!
[GRUNTS]
[в™Є]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Randy.
[JOHN JOYCE'S "NO HOLDS BARRED"
PLAYING]
WOMAN:
You did it, Rip!
в™ЄYou only learn
Where you are insideв™Є
в™ЄWhen life gives you
The testв™Є
Whoo.
в™ЄWill you back down
Turn and runв™Є
в™ЄOr stand up
With the best?в™Є
в™ЄWhen you're back's
To the wallв™Є
в™ЄWhat will your answer be?в™Є
в™ЄWill run for the door?в™Є
в™ЄWill you run out on me
Like it's hard?в™Є
в™ЄIt's no holds barredв™Є
в™ЄNo holds barredв™Є
в™ЄMost people only know
The easy wayв™Є
в™ЄThey'll always close
Their eyesв™Є
в™ЄWill you make
The same excusesв™Є
в™ЄWill you buy
Into their lies?в™Є
в™ЄWhat will you doв™Є
в™ЄWhat are you born
To say?в™Є
в™ЄWill you measure upв™Є
в™ЄWhen people make it
So hardв™Є
в™ЄSo hardв™Є
в™ЄWith no holds barredв™Є
в™ЄNo holds barredв™Є
в™ЄYou have to stand
Your groundв™Є
в™ЄWhen someone's standing
In your wayв™Є
в™ЄYour wayв™Є
в™ЄYou have to be a stronger man
Each and every dayв™Є
в™ЄI look at you and see
What you've been throughв™Є
в™ЄAnd it's all
Because of meв™Є
в™ЄAnd do you love me?в™Є
в™ЄBrother, you know
You make me proudв™Є
в™ЄYou gave me something
To believeв™Є
в™ЄBut it's my turn now в™Є
в™Є I won't let you downв™Є
в™ЄGonna make things right
Turn it all aroundв™Є
в™Є Love goes far в™Є
в™Є Far в™Є
в™Є When it's no holds barred в™Є
в™Є No holds barred в™Є
в™ЄNo more barred в™Є
в™ЄBut it's my turn now
I won't let you downв™Є
в™Є Gonna make things right
Turn it all around в™Є
в™Є Love goes far
When it's no holds barred в™Є
в™ЄNo holds barred в™Є
в™Є No holds barred в™Є
в™Є No holds barred в™Є
Jesse Ventura, I've seen some outlandish outfits before
but this one
takes the cake.
JESSE:
Mean Gene, how dare you criticize how I dress?
I dress for the occasion.
And this is
a stupendous occasion
and I'm dressed, of course,
stupendously.
GENE:
Stupendously I think would have to be the word.
Jesse, this one has gotta be
the hottest ticket in town.
This thing has been sold out
for weeks.
ANNOUNCER:
Now in the ring, the challenger: Jake Bullet.
GENE:
Jesse, when the champ comes in, watch this place come unglued.
ANNOUNCER:
And his opponent,
the World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion:
Rip!
[GROWLING]
[ALL CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]
[GROWLING]
[в™Є]
Rip him! Rip him!
Rip him!
Come on, Randy.
Let's go, Charlie.
We're gonna rip
Jake Bullet, man.
We're gonna rip
him up, man. Yeah.
Let's go.
Come on, Charlie, rip him.
We're gonna get you,
Jake Bullet. Jake Bullet.
GENE:
There's always been a special relationship
between Rip and Randy.
But ever since
the unfortunate loss
of their parents,
Rip has been more, much more,
than a brother to Randy.
Hello again, everybody.
This is Mean Gene Okerlund,
along with my
broadcast colleague,
Jesse "The Body" Ventura.
This week,
the World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion Rip
to defend against the man
you consider
to be a strong challenger
in Jake Bullet.
JESSE:
Jake Bullet is the number one contender
for the championship,
Mean Gene.
He's waited a long time
for this matchup.
And people have said
that Rip has ducked him.
That Rip has done everything
to avoid this showdown.
GENE:
Those comments are just as outlandish
as that hairdo
you're sporting, Jesse.
Nonetheless, Jake Bullet,
a formidable opponent.
JESSE:
Formidable opponent?
He's the number one contender
for Rip's title.
[GRUNTING]
JESSE:
There you see Rip doing
the classic Rip psych job.
Psyching him up
for this matchup, Mean Gene.
There it is, the "rip him" sign.
[ALL CHEERING AND SHOUTING]
GENE:
These fans are in a frenzy.
Bullet charging.
Rip sidesteps
into the turnbuckle, whoa.
Beautiful hip swipe by Rip.
JESSE:
And Rip's got the only advantage here in the bout.
Into the turnbuckle with--
Oh, and Bullet caught him
with a big elbow.
Ha-ha! And Rip is down.
MAN: Rip, go back.
Come on, Rip.
[CROWD BOOING]
Rip, behind you!
[GRUNTING]
Looks like our competition
might do us a favor
and self-destruct.
JESSE [ON TV]:
Rip in the center of the ring,
Rip is going down.
This could be the change
of the championship right here.
Rip has nowhere to go.
Jake Bullet sinks in
that sleeper hold, man.
The arm going up and down, Gene.
MAN: Come on.
GENE:
It appears we're just moments away
from crowning a new champ.
Nobody has ever escaped
this ominous hold.
JESSE:
Jake Bullet applying even more pressure on the champion.
CROWD:
Rip! Rip! Rip!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
CROWD:
Rip! Rip! Rip!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
JESSE:
He's back to his feet.
I don't believe it.
Bullet struggling
to maintain that sleeper hold.
Takes one elbow.
Takes a second elbow.
A third elbow. But Jake Bullet
is still holding on.
Whoa, he's broken
the sleeper hold.
GENE:
What a maneuver.
Ha!
MAN: All right, Ripper!
JESSE: Rip is standing tall,
apparently feeling
no effects
from that sleeper hold
applied by Jake Bullet.
Bullet fires a big forearm.
A second forearm.
They're having no effect on Rip.
CROWD:
One!
Two! Three!
Four! Five!
JESSE:
Rip firing Jake into the ropes.
Oh, he catches him with
the big foot. The big foot.
And amazingly, Jake Bullet
is still standing after that.
Rip, slides into the ropes.
Oh, he caught him
with a double axe hammer.
REFEREE:
Two! Three!
Okay!
Ripper! Ripper!
I can't believe it, Mean Gene,
he's did it again.
GENE:
We've got pandemonium.
These people are crazy.
They're wild...
MAN: Pandemonium.
Crazy.
JESSE:
The double axe hammer did it.
Wild.
I guess there'll be no
thunderous celebration
here, huh?
Not when
you're last in the ratings.
Again!
I want that jockass
on this network.
Ten o'clock.
Tomorrow. Boardroom.
Talk to me.
And still
World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion:
Rip!
GENE:
Now the celebration begins!
[CROWD SCREAMING
AND CHEERING]
GENE:
Look at the size of those guns,
24 inches round.
JESSE:
One day,
one day somebody's gonna
beat this guy.
Way to go,
big brother!
GENE:
There he is, younger brother, Randy.
Big part of it all,
Charlie, the trainer.
They're all
celebrating.
JESSE:
Yeah. Even I'm a little bit amazed.
I didn't think Rip would dispose
of Jake Bullet quite so quickly.
GENE:
There he is, in all his majesty,
still World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion: Rip!
I refuse to grow old
waiting for Rip
to ride off into the sunset.
When I took over this network
some months ago
I vowed to take it
to the top.
Now I find
that every time this jockass
decides to strip down
to his sweet nothings
and wallow around
with some sweat hog
we eat it.
So...
Ms. Tidings,
you survived
my little purge.
Reward my faith in you.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I have taken the liberty
of asking a writer to work up
a high-concept sitcom--
Next.
Miss Tidings,
take a leak.
[GASPS]
[TIDINGS SOBBING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
What about you,
Ordway?
Uh...
Could you see another prime time
game show? They sell.
Sell? Sell?
Sell?
This sells.
This is what people want.
This is
what I want.
Now, which one of you is going
to go out and get it for me?
Look, Rip is already
under contract
to another network,
Mr. Brell.
Tell me something
I don't already know, Johnston.
Contracts are nothing
but words.
But, ahem,
Mr. Brell, I'm told
that Rip's word is his bond.
Bond? Then we get him
to break his bond!
What's his price?
That's what I wanna know.
What's his price?
With, uh, all due respect,
Mr. Brell,
others have asked
that question.
You listen to me, wise guy,
and every last one of you.
Spare me your mealy mouth
"with all due respect" crap.
What this network needs,
this network gets.
I promise you that.
Even Rip has his price.
Thanks for the lift.
WOMAN: Hello, Rip.
How you doing?
MAN:
Hey, champ, how you doing?
I hope the muscle guy
doesn't break one of these.
Rip, what a pleasure
to meet you.
So glad
you could come by.
Thanks, Jane.
Mr. Brell.
Your last match, a masterpiece.
Loved it. Loved it.
Thanks, Mr. Brell.
Sit down. Relax.
You like
the chair?
Crafted for men
of great stature.
Louis XIV.
Cost me
a fortune. Heh.
[CHAIR CREAKS]
Louis would have been
so pleased.
You want some fruit juice
or something?
Guys, fruit juice
or something.
No, thanks.
Let me--
Well, then let me get right
to the point, big guy.
I want you
to come work for me.
I know. I know you've got
a contract, but hear me out.
Here's what
I'm proposing.
I want you
on my network.
And I'm willing to pay
whatever it takes.
RIP:
Thanks, Mr. Brell,
but I'm not interested.
[CHUCKLES]
I'm not through yet.
Don't think
I don't know what you're doing.
It's blank.
Just fill in the amount.
[SCOFFS]
Hey,
where are you going?
I'm leaving, Mr. Brell.
Wait a minute.
I said wait a minute.
You're not going anywhere
until you and I
come to an agreement.
Watch me.
Are you trying to tell me
my money's not good enough?
I find that a little hard
to swallow, you jockass!
[в™Є]
[CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
[ALL CHUCKLING]
Oh, my God!
I won't be around
when this check clears.
[GRUNTING]
[BRELL COUGHING]
Get me the garage.
You'll show him, Mr. Brell.
Yeah, this ought
to be good.
[в™Є]
Hey, pal, you should've gone
right back there.
You're going
the wrong way.
Hey! Wait a minute,
you're not--
Try this one for size.
Jeez.
[GRUNTING]
Whoa!
[HORN HONKS]
Whoa!
MAN:
You moron!
Oh!
Oh!
DRIVER:
Whoa!
[в™Є]
Hey!
Whoa!
[ALL CHATTERING]
[SIGHS]
MAN:
What's going on?
[RIP GRUNTING]
[DANNY WILDE'S "CRIMINAL MIND"
PLAYING]
в™Є Hey, brother
What's your problem? в™Є
[ALL GRUNTING]
в™Є You think you're
Nobody's fool, think again в™Є
[MEN GRUNTING]
[SIGHS]
в™Є Better get it together в™Є
в™Є Lord knows you've
Just about had enough в™Є
[GROWLING]
в™Є You're running out of time в™Є
в™Є Oh, you'll never
Get to heaven в™Є
[RIP GROWLING]
[MEN SCREAM]
в™Є Check it out в™Є
в™Є You're running out of time в™Є
в™Є Oh, and you'll
Never get to heaven в™Є
в™Є With a criminal mind в™Є
DRIVER:
Oh, no.
в™Є Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah в™Є
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
в™Є You're running out of time в™Є
в™Є And you'll never
Get to heaven в™Є
в™Є With a criminal mind в™Є
в™Є Oh, check it out в™Є
в™Є You're running out of time в™Є
[MAN GRUNTS]
в™Є And you'll never
Get to heaven в™Є
в™Є With a criminal mind в™Є
[LAUGHING]
[WHIMPERING]
[GRUNTING]
[WHIMPERING]
[RIP GROWLING]
[SNIFFS]
What's that smell?
Dookie.
[SOBBING]
Dookie?
MAN:
Rip, we need fresh, new leadership
representing your talent.
Sam is intelligent
and aggressive.
Rip, meet your
new account executive, Sam.
Samantha N. Moore.
Pleased to meet you.
Sam?
Nice to meet you.
My pleasure, Rip.
Ladies, gentlemen, shall we?
Feel free to look
at the briefs in front of you.
Item one:
merchandising.
Mr. Reynolds and I agree
that an obvious opportunity
overlooked
is the sportswear market.
It's a natural for Rip.
WOMAN: Miss Moore--
I invite comments at the end.
Thank you.
For now,
please let's continue.
Item two:
personal appearances.
[SIGHS]
They should be better
synchronized
with Rip's title matches.
Item three:
television exposure.
Now, our research shows
that Rip has a huge TV cue.
We should take
full advantage of it.
Rip, we'd love to hear
your thoughts on this.
Pardon me?
We were speaking
about your image,
the Rip character.
I'd be very interested
in your thoughts on this.
Miss Moore, the Rip character
wants me to tell you
that his main outside interest
is his charity work.
He says maybe you could put that
in your brief.
I don't mean to be rude.
But can we talk
about it later?
Fine. I'll pick you up.
Eight o'clock. Dinner.
Dressy.
[в™Є]
[PATRONS CHATTERING]
WAITER: Is everything all right?
MAN: Yes, it is.
[BOTH SPEAK IN FRENCH]
MAN:
That's him.
WOMAN:
Rip. That's him.
Thank you.
I didn't know if you'd like
a place like this.
I hope there's something
on the menu that you like.
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
May I recite
the specialty, monsieur?
[SAMANTHA SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
[WAITER SHOOING]
[WAITER SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
I recommend
le quiche.
That's, uh, cheese pie
with, uh, snails to you.
No, I don't think that he would.
WAITER: No, no, no.
But I'm afraid monsieur
is looking
for le hamburger
Americano,
le foot-long hotdog.
He will not find them
on our menu.
[GULPS]
Rip, why don't you try
the beef bourguignon?
It's like stew.
[CHEF SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
Antoinne, you naughty boy.
You should have said
our friend is here.
Monsieur le who?
CHEF:
Antoinne is new.
You must forgive him.
[INHALES]
Monsieur le Rip,
the usual?
[RIP SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
[CHUCKLES]
[SNAPS FINGERS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Go ahead. How many?
Thanks.
Five long, man.
[UPBEAT ROCK SONG
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
[CROWD CHEERING AND WHISTLING]
WOMAN:
Come on! Get him!
Tear him apart! Get him!
Rip him up! Do it!
Go! Go!
You can do it, come on!
Get him!
Come on, don't be so skittish.
I'm nauseous, not skittish.
BRELL:
My sources tell me this could be
the start of something big.
And I like big ideas.
MAN 1: Good evening.
MAN 2:
Looks like them boys is lost.
[GRUNTING]
[GROANING]
America. Don't you
just love it?
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Excuse me.
Our party
would like to be seated.
[SNORTS]
Are you guys cops?
No.
No.
Then you must be looking
for the gay bar!
The gay bar's
across the street!
[SNORTS]
Well, then come on.
Gay bar?
I'll fix y'all
down ringside,
and let the headbangers
fix your ass.
Headbangers?
Them guys.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Oh, God.
What it's gonna be?
I'd like a Scotch on the rocks.
Very dry martini,
please.
I'd like to get laid,
relayed and parlayed,
but that ain't gonna
happen here
so what's it gonna be--?
I can see why.
Just three beers, okay?
[SNORTS]
Sure.
Ordway. Unger.
MAN: Bombs away!
Unger. Ordway.
Ordway, pay attention!
We may have stumbled
onto something here.
MAN:
Mess him up!
Light him up! Light him up!
Send him home!
Come on, big guy!
Light him up!
All right! All right!
Are you really serious,
Mr. Brell?
These guys are animals.
Sit down.
MAN 1:
Go, Big Joe! Get him, Big Joe!
MAN 2:
Hammer him, Big Joe!
Let's see it! Hammer that dog!
Get him, boy!
Get him!
Hammer him!
Excuse me.
That's it, Joe!
That's it, Joe!
Excuse me, sir.
MAN 2: Get him, Joe!
UNGER: Excuse me, sir!
Go!
UNGER:
Where is the--?
Ugh.
BRELL: Gross.
Where's the referee?
The referee,
he's at the bar drinking beer!
Elbow him!
Elbow, elbow, elbow!
Yeah, well, why isn't he
in the ring?
The referee,
he's supposed to be outside.
Yeah, but what about
the rules?
Rules?
Last one standing wins.
Just don't kill nobody.
Them's the only rules.
Those are my kind of rules.
[YELLS]
Who's next?
You!
I love it.
Six bucks.
Oh. What credit cards
do you take?
Cash and only cash.
And if you ain't got it,
my brother over there
will rip your lips off.
[LAUGHING]
[WHIMPERS]
Tell your brother
that he can keep the change
if he takes on that guy
in the ring.
[GRUNTING]
Go get him, Bubba.
[GRUNTING]
Rock 'n' roll, buddy.
WAITRESS:
Show him your cage, Bubba.
Kill him! Move, move! Kill him!
Get him!
[CHUCKLES]
MAN 1:
Kill him! Go, go!
MAN 2:
Rip his beard off!
BUBBA:
Is that all you've got? Get him, boy!
MAN 3: Go get him, big head!
BUBBA: Come on, man!
[BOTH MEN GRUNTING]
Look.
Look at that.
Jerk.
I can't believe this.
You showed him, Bubba!
[YELLS]
[ALL CHEERING]
[GRUNTING]
My God.
Who are these people?
This is sick.
Yes, but look at them.
They love it.
But these people would cheer
at a hanging.
Exactly.
That's the beauty of it.
This could be just
what I've been looking for.
[YELLING]
Pardon me, Mr. Brell,
but I have to go
to the bathroom.
MAN: Hey, guys.
[CHUCKLING]
Me too.
MAN: Hurry back.
Don't step,
don't step.
Where's the bathroom?
Ask somebody.
Ask somebody.
Excuse me, pal, but, uh,
where do I go
to bleed the old lizard?
In your pants,
wimp.
Bleed the old lizard?
Well, it sounded good.
[YELLING]
[MAN BURPS]
God, they're everywhere.
Please.
MAN:
Hey, watch where you're going.
Don't touch anything.
You don't have
to worry.
[GASPS]
Oh, my God.
Do you have to go?
I forgot to go before.
Unh.
[DOG SNARLS]
[BARKING]
[TOILET FLUSHES]
What are you
looking at?
My God, I can't believe
Brell's serious.
These are the stupidest,
crudest,
most subhuman beings
I have ever encountered.
And those waitresses,
they ought to be in body bags,
not wet T-shirts. Ha, ha.
Would these idiots even know
the difference? Heh.
"Great color," Brell says.
Yeah, if you like slime green.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
How about pus yellow?
[FARTING NOISE]
What the hell
was that?
Oh, God.
[TOILET FLUSHES]
[YELLING]
Oh, no.
Who are you calling an idiot,
you maggot?
Certainly not you.
We meant the other idiots.
Yeah.
I mean, the gentlemen.
No, no, don't, please.
BUBBA:
Wow. Wow.
What do we got here?
A teeny wang.
And here's another.
It ain't even worth it.
[LAUGHING]
Never in a million years
will Brell get this on the air.
BRELL:
I am proud to announce
that next month,
the World Television Network
will be premiering
a great new show:
The Battle
of the Tough Guys.
The competition will be open
to any red-blooded American man
[OVER RADIO]
who's got the guts to get into the ring...
[MAN GRUNTING]
...and find out
just how tough he is.
BRELL [ON TV]:
The winner will receive $100,000,
tax free.
[GRUNTS]
BRELL [ON RADIO]:
One hundred thousand dollars,
tax free.
But whoever wins must eliminate
all of his opponents
in the octagonal ring.
The Battle of the Tough Guys
will be held
at the No Count Bar downtown.
So if you think
you're tough enough,
come on down
and put it on the line.
We are entering a new era
in sports television.
MAN:
Hey, Joey, I need the adapter.
Nice.
UNGER: Nice.
ORDWAY: Nice.
Got all of that beneath
the compresses.
MAN 1:
Pull out the black bag.
WOMAN:
Mr. Brell's just arrived.
MAN 2:
Okay, tell him we'll be ready for him.
UNGER:
Boys are right over here, Mr. Brell.
This is Brock Chisler.
[GRUNTING]
Brock Chisler,
huh?
Chew him up,
big guy.
And here's
Bulldog McPherson.
[BULLDOG GROWLING]
Don't let him walk out of here,
Bulldog. All right.
And here's Klondike Kramer,
Mr. Brell.
Klondike.
Keep him away from me.
Let's go.
MAN:
Test, one, two.
Testing, one, two.
Sheer genius,
Mr. Brell.
It smells
like a hit.
Gentlemen, it's showtime.
MAN: Mr. Brell, 30 seconds.
Oh, yeah, if it ain't
the teeny wangers.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Teeny.
Teeny wanger.
Teeny.
MAN:
Three, two...
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the most exciting
new spectacle
in the history
of televised sports.
The World Television Network
brings you live:
The Battle of the Tough Guys.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
WOMAN:
Come on, come on, come on!
Ugh!
[COMMENTATOR SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]
Finish him.
[NRBQ'S "HEY PUMPKIN' HEAD"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
[GRUNTING]
[CROWD SHOUTING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
в™Є Hey, pumpkin' head в™Є
UNGER:
Mr. Brell.
Which one do you like best?
All of them.
They're all scum.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
What?
[GASPS]
[в™Є]
Uh, excuse me--
[MUFFLED SHOUTING]
[GROWLING]
[CROWD GASPS]
Oh!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[в™Є]
Let him fight.
[GRUNTS]
WOMAN:
Let's see what he's got.
[GROWLING]
BULLDOG:
I ain't scared of you.
[ALL GRUNTING]
[SCREAMING]
No, no, not my--
[SCREAMING]
RANDY: Who is he, Craig?
CRAIG: I don't know, man.
This is that Battle of
the Tough Guys competition
they've been talking about.
MAN [ON TV]: Brock Chisler
is being man-handled.
What do you think, Rip?
You can take this guy.
Come on,
are you crazy?
Look at this guy.
This guy is a monster.
--gladiators.
[GASPS]
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMING]
I'm gonna knock
your block off!
Bubba! Bubba!
[GRUNTING]
Serves him right!
This man is heartless.
What you are witnessing...
Isn't that--?
I never thought
they'd let him out.
Wait a minute,
you know this guy?
Yeah, but I'm
not proud of it.
Way back,
I was his trainer for a while.
But I just couldn't control him.
So I had to let him go.
And then I heard
he killed some kid
in the ring after the bell.
Anyway, he got sent up
for a long time.
BRELL:
Never in the history of sport have I seen
such incredible competition.
[GRUNTING]
WOMAN:
Come on, Bubba. Get up.
[GRUNTS]
WOMAN:
Oh, no. Oh, God.
[SCREAMING]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Oh, my God.
Mr. Brell, don't. Mr.--
The winner
and $100,000 richer,
the champion of The Battle
of the Tough Guys is...
What was the name?
[WHISPERS]
Zeus.
Love it.
[MAN CLEARS THROAT]
[DOOR OPENS]
The overnights are in.
We're number one
in our time slot.
And just like Zeus,
we kicked some ass.
[ALL CHEER]
Thank you.
These, ahem, telegrams came in
to our PR Department last night.
I'm afraid we have
a very serious problem here.
"My son had violent nightmares
"after watching
your grotesque show.
It is my intention to organize
a nationwide coalition."
They watched it, didn't they?
That's all that's counts.
Let them talk.
Let them complain.
Let them shout
it to the heavens.
All it does
is keep us in the headlines.
The World Television Network
presents:
The Battle of the Tough Guys:
Week Two.
Tonight, the challenger is:
Lugwrench Perkins.
Yeah!
[CROWD CHEERING]
MAN 1: Fight!
MAN 2: You're the man!
Yeah!
And now, the champion
who has come to this
industrial arena
to battle Lugwrench
on his own turf:
Zeus!
[в™Є]
[GROWLING]
MAN:
Don't have a chance!
[в™Є]
[GROWLING]
ANNOUNCER:
These two gargantuans are about to collide.
[GRUNTS]
MAN 1:Hit him.
MAN 2: Come on.
MAN 1: Hit him.
MAN 3: Hey, hit him.
Hey.
[GRUNTING]
ANNOUNCER [ON TV]:
Zeus definitely dodging
the attack of Lugwrench.
Now he moves in.
These men are going to explode!
I amaze even myself.
Here's to you, Mr. Brell.
Happy birthday, Ordway.
I'm glad you like your new toy.
Thanks, Unger.
Video is my life.
Do you mind moving over a bit?
You're blocking.
Oh, sure.
Thank you.
One-hand drive.
Ordway,
Mm-hm.
in spite of yourself,
you've given me an idea.
For what?
For giving Zeus ideas.
Zeus can be led
and I will lead him,
just as I will lead Rip.
But, Mr. Brell, how?
Lead them where?
Watch and learn, boys.
Watch and learn.
[GRUNTING AND GROANING]
[SCREAMS]
[SCREAMS]
Ha!
[SCREAMING]
Oh, shoot. Shit.
The winner--
Hey, hey, back off.
[ALL JEERING]
[SCREAMING]
Yes, of course everything
is under control.
[SIGHS]
Look, I'll have some time
with him on this overnight.
Look, I gotta go.
No. I'll call you
after we've checked in.
SAMANTHA: Hi, Rip.
Samantha.
I want you to meet my brother.
Randy, say hi
to Samantha N. Moore.
How you doing,
Samantha N. Moore?
Nice to meet you.
Hi, Randy, nice to meet you.
You got a nice grip.
RIP:
See you when I get back.
Be cool.
RANDY: Be careful.
RIP:
No problem.
RANDY:
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
[ENGINE STARTS]
SAMANTHA:
Our schedule is gonna be pretty tight.
My office is taking care
of all the details.
Transportation,
tomorrow's fan club meeting
and autograph sessions
hotel rooms--
RIP:
Whoa, hold on a second.
Just as long as your office
didn't make dinner reservations
because I know just the spot.
Thank you.
I can't believe
how long it's been
since you've been
in town last.
Thank you.
Oh, me and Ripper go way back.
Of course,
that was when I was a size nine.
Honey, you couldn't ask
for a greater guy.
He's an original, all right.
Sadie, you're still
a whole lot of woman.
SADIE:
Oh, stop that, boy. You always say that.
You know, baby cakes,
now, if I wasn't married,
whoo-ee! Turn me loose.
And you couldn't
run fast enough.
You ought to latch on
to this one right now, honey.
[SADIE CHUCKLES]
Real cute.
[CHUCKLES]
MAN 1:
Out of my way! Move!
MAN 2:
Hands on the counter where I can see them.
All right, everybody, put your
valuables on the table now!
Nobody move
or I'll blow your head off!
Just take the money.
Don't hurt anybody.
MAN 2:
Shut up, just give me the money.
When I move, hit the floor.
MAN 1:
I'm not playing a game here.
RIP:
Everybody, hit the floor.
[GRUNTING AND GROANING]
[HANK WILLIAMS JR.'S
"ALL MY ROWDY FRIENDS" PLAYING]
в™Є I got ketchup
On my blue jeans в™Є
в™Є Just burnt my hand в™Є
в™Є Lord, it's hard
To be a bachelor man в™Є
Hey!
[GUNSHOT]
в™Є I got to get ready
Make everything right в™Є
в™Є 'Cause all my rowdy friends
Are comin' over tonight в™Є
[YELLING]
в™Є Hey, do you wanna party? в™Є
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Oh, Rip, behind you!
MAN:
No. No.
No.
[YELLS]
Tsk, phew.
Rip. Oh!
Sadie, are you okay?
Yeah. Fine as
frog's hair. Heh.
Why, I see you ain't
lost your touch, heh.
That's my man.
That's my man.
[ALL CHEERING]
Yeah.
[в™Є]
SAMANTHA:
This is a mistake.
How can there only
be one room left?
RIP:
Don't worry about it. We'll make do.
SAMANTHA:
Well, at least there better be twin beds.
Just remember, your office
made the reservations.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[IMITATING RIP] "Well, your
office made the reservations."
[в™Є]
"Put that in your brief,
Miss Moore."
[CHUCKLES]
Hey, drip, drip, drip.
[в™Є]
Ugh.
[GROANS]
[в™Є]
[SAMANTHA CLEARS THROAT]
[RIP GULPS]
Can you get the lights?
You got it.
Like your accommodations?
Do I have a choice?
And as long as you stay
on your side
of the bed,
everything will be fine.
What kind of animals
do you go out with anyway?
I don't.
Don't what?
Go out.
Come on.
Don't tell me--
Oh, don't tell me
a beautiful girl like you
doesn't have them
lined up a mile long.
Well?
I...
Well...
I'm really too busy to date.
Must get lonely.
Yeah, sometimes.
Yeah, I know.
Ah, don't patronize me.
Good night, Rip.
Good night, Sam.
[RIP BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GASPS]
Don't wait up for me.
[в™Є]
[в™Є]
[SIGHS]
[в™Є]
[SAMANTHA SCREAMS]
Wouldn't have this problem
if you'd stay on your side.
How dare you!
Hey. Chill out.
The bed broke.
Save it, Rip. I'm not
one of your ditzy groupies.
[SAMANTHA GROANS]
RIP:
You don't need this.
You build bigger walls
than I ever could.
Where are you going?
There's a couch in the lobby
that has a better
sense of humor than you do.
God save me from conniving
females and cretinous jocks.
SAMANTHA:
Conniving?
You're the one who canceled
the room from under me.
You got it.
Because the difference
between me and you, lady,
is that I can and you can't.
You just can't.
When I asked you to seduce him,
you just couldn't.
Now that you've got the hots
for him, you just can't.
You just can't do
me one lousy favor.
I gave your agency more business
than they've ever had.
And for this,
I get a phone call
in the middle
of the night saying:
"Gee, Mr. Brell, I--"
He's really a nice guy.
I eat nice guys for breakfast.
Not with my help, you don't.
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[BOTH GASP]
BRELL:
Get back here. You owe me!
[в™Є]
RIP: Sam, are you okay? Sam?
SAMANTHA: I'm so ashamed.
[SAMANTHA CRYING]
SAMANTHA:
Brell is an evil man.
I'm worse because I know better.
I let him use me.
Did Brell do this?
Just let it go.
Just let it go, please.
I just want you to forgive me.
[CRYING]
I forgive you, Sam.
But the hotel is sending you
a bill for breaking the bed.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
RIP: God, you're easy.
You.
I can't believe you.
Hey.
Hey, I come crying my eyes
out to you,
pouring my heart out,
and you make a big,
big joke about it.
I'll fight back.
Hey, wait a minute, you big lug.
I hope it breaks.
No, you don't.
Oh, God.
[SAMANTHA SCREAMS
THEN GIGGLES]
No. Not an arm lock.
Not an arm lock.
How about lip-lock?
What are you doing?
Well, I find that
you're doing it yourself.
CARY [ON TV]:
Welcome to this week's edition of Sports Talk.
I have the pleasure of
introducing
to you a world champion.
A champion in a sport
in which there are no rules.
Joining me here in the studio
tonight, in all probability
the most feared
athlete in the world.
A fighter who is both
admired and vilified.
A fighter who's been called
both the thriller
the killer. He's here to be--
Rip!
Rip.
I know you're out there.
[GRUNTS]
And I'm waiting for you.
This is a challenge.
[в™Є]
[CROWD CHEERING AND SHOUTING]
RIP:
Way to go, guys.
Give it your all.
Give it your best shot.
That's the way to compete.
You're both winners.
That's it. Keep it up.
Come on. Way to go, guys.
Up we go, kids, heh.
BOY 1:
What's that, Rip?
BOY 2:
Come on, Rip.
BOY 1:
What's happening?
BOY 2:
What is it?
MAN:
Move back.
Get them to move back.
Cover your eyes.
BOY 1: But it's hurting my eye.
WOMAN:
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
BOY 3:
It's noisy.
GIRL:
Come on. Come on.
[в™Є]
[ZEUS GROWLING]
BOY:
Wow, that guy is big.
MAN 1:
Set it up big time. Close-up.
MAN 2:
Back. Back.
MAN 1:
All right, we're rolling.
MAN 2:
Sound's good.
Testing.
[PANTING]
Zeus is waiting
for your answer, Rip.
Well, gentlemen,
I think we just got our answer.
Rip refused the challenge.
Rip backed down from Zeus.
Zeus! The undisputed champion
of the world.
[CROWD JEERING]
BOY 1:
Come on, Rip.
BOY 2:
Come on, Rip.
BOY 3:
Come on. Come on, man. Go get him.
Do something about it.
GIRL 1:
Come on, Rip.
BOY 4:
Come on.
BOY 5:
Come on, Rip. Let's go, Rip.
CHARLIE:
Rip, you can't ever stoop to his level.
Those children today
were counting on you
doing the right thing
and you did.
RIP:
You think he can take me, don't you?
Everybody thinks
I've backed down.
You did the right thing.
I was proud of you.
I am very proud of you.
Okay.
It's late.
[в™Є]
MAN:
Mr. Brell says it's party time.
[SAMANTHA GRUNTS]
[в™Є]
Stop! Stop!
Shut up.
No!
Oh, no.
Are you okay?
I'll be right back.
You better run.
You better run for your life.
You're crazy, man.
[MAN GRUNTS THEN GROANS]
[RIP CHUCKLES]
[GROANS]
RIP:
Need a lift?
[MAN SCREAMING]
[RIP CACKLES]
Harley and me
and you and the tree.
[MAN SCREAMING]
[RIP LAUGHING]
[в™Є]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SOBBING]
Sam, are you okay?
God, I hate it
when you're hurt
or scared, you know?
I know.
RANDY:
I don't think coming here was such a good idea after all.
CRAIG:
Sure it is, man. It will give us a chance to see Zeus in action.
[CROWD SHOUTING]
WOMAN: Show him!
MAN: Show him!
WOMAN:
Take that guy!
[CROWD SHOUTING]
WOMAN:
Swing at him!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Get a load of that guy.
MAN:
Hurt him, Rebar!
Get him, Rebar!
WOMAN:
Show him your guts!
MAN:
Get him, Rebar!
WOMAN:
Rebar, get out of that!
Hey, no fair!
[YELLS]
[CROWD BOOING]
MAN:
Get up, Rebar!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[LAUGHING]
MAN:
Rebar, get up!
Look at them.
Did Zeus put the fear of God
in them or what?
I knew we had a winner
the minute I saw him.
Ordway
I did. I swear.
MAN: I'm sorry.
UNGER: Get over here quickly.
These punks have tried
to hurt Mr. Brell.
Brell.
BRELL:
I'm fine. Don't touch me.
Hey. Come on.
It's an accident.
Damn it, you kids.
Let go of them.
Well, what do we have here?
Zeus converting a Rip fan.
That's great.
That's what I like to see.
We'll convert them all, heh.
Hey, we are not Zeus fans.
Yeah, that's right.
Rip's his brother.
So Rip's brother.
My, my, what an honor.
Isn't it an honor, guys?
Yes, sir.
Well, that makes you boys
practically VIPs.
Zeus loves VIPs,
doesn't he, guys?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Bring them.
CRAIG:
All right, lighten up. I'm going.
[в™Є]
RANDY:
Come on, man. Let go.
[LAUGHING]
Zeus!
Whoa, whoa, It's only me.
Great show.
Great show.
I love the neck business.
Right, guys?
Right.
You up to meet
a couple of fans?
Guess who this is.
I don't guess.
What's your name, kid?
I asked you your name.
Randy. Randy. Okay?
Randy.
Randy and Rip.
Cute, huh?
Isn't that cute, Zeus?
Hey, kid.
Seeing as you're
Rip's little brother,
I bet you handle yourself
pretty good, huh?
What do you think, Zeus?
Your brother's yellow.
And I'm gonna kill him.
All right, Randy. Come on,
let's get out of here. Now!
Don't do anything crazy.
Let's go!
Randy!
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[SCREAMING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[в™Є]
[GROWLS]
[GRUNTING]
RIP:
Zeus!
[LOUD ROCK MUSIC
BLARING OVER SPEAKERS]
[GROANING]
Zeus!
BRELL [ON TV]:
--rotten flesh.
Zeus!
Rip said the worms
are too good for you.
You hear, Zeus?
Rip said the maggots would gag
on your rotten flesh.
So, what are you gonna
do about it, Zeus?
Rip.
[BRELL LAUGHING ON TV]
Rip said the worms
are too good for you.
---gag on your rotten flesh.
He's waiting for you.
[ZEUS CACKLING ON TV]
Zeus!
[ZEUS CACKLING ON TV]
BRELL:
Rip said the worms are too good for you.
Sort of like an Easter
egg hunt, isn't it, Rip?
I want him, Brell!
BRELL:
Only on my terms.
[UNGER AND BRELL LAUGHING]
Mr. Brell, it's a privilege
to watch genius at work.
A privilege and a thrill.
BRELL: Thank you.
UNGER:
This is the best ringside seat.
BRELL:
Rip said death's too good for you.
Rip said the worms
are too good for you.
Uh-oh.
[BRELL LAUGHING]
Oh, my.
[LAUGHS]
Very funny.
Rip said--
[BRELL LAUGHING OVER SPEAKERS]
ORDWAY:
I've seen temper tantrums before,
but this is really
something special.
[GRUNTS]
[ALL GASP]
[CHUCKLES]
[в™Є]
Hey, little brother,
it's me.
I know you stood up to Zeus.
I'm damn proud of you.
But now it's my turn.
Hey.
Charlie.
Randy.
Oh, Randy.
Oh.
[RIP CRYING]
In this very ring,
exactly two weeks from tonight,
the World Television Network
will present exclusively
the most important
sporting event of our time
The Battle of the Tough Guys
where Rip will finally meet
the champion, Zeus.
[GRUNTING]
Keep lowering him.
A little more.
Lower the feet now.
Rip him, little brother.
Rip said death's
too good for you.
Rip said that the worms
are too good for you.
[ZEUS GRUNTING]
You hear, Zeus?
Rip said the maggots would gag
on your rotten flesh.
RIP:
Few more days and we'll have that knee walked out.
There you go. Steady as she
goes, man. Nice and steady.
[GRUNTING]
You can do it.
Come on, Randy. Come on.
Get both feet underneath you.
Come on.
Mr. Brell, we salute you
for a brilliant idea
brilliantly realized.
Brilliant.
Of course.
But what if Rip wins?
No more tough guy.
Mr. Greene, Rip will not win
this fight. Trust me.
Ordway. Unger.
Satellite backup's
on standby?
Yes, sir.
And the elevator?
And the elevator.
Good.
No mistakes, right?
Right.
No mistakes.
[в™Є]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Yes, that's right down the hall.
Thank you.
Hey, I got something.
It doesn't feel right
without Randy here.
He'll be here.
They all will be here.
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
There you go, buddy.
Straight ahead. Thanks.
Hi.
Oh, excuse me.
Craig!
Samantha!
What the hell's going on?
I don't know.
[CHUCKLES]
Let go.
ORDWAY:
Oh, good.
I thought you might be more
comfortable watching Zeus
mutilate your boyfriend
from up here.
[PHONE RINGS]
It's Brell.
The elevator
worked just fine.
Fine.
Rip, it's Samantha.
Couple of guards
grabbed Samantha.
Grabbed her in the elevator.
What?
[PHONE RINGING]
CRAIG: They're WTN guys.
Hello.
It's Brell.
Get me Rip.
I'm listening.
Make it look good
for 10 minutes.
Then you go down.
And you stay down.
Or you'll be pushing
matching wheelchairs.
Get the picture?
[CHUCKLES]
You've got 10 minutes
to find her. Move.
I'm out of here.
I'm with you, Charlie.
MAN:
The referee is checking
the ropes
and turnbuckles now.
But as soon as the fight starts,
he will leave the ring.
For his only duty
will be to stop the fight
and to declare the winner.
And now the World Television
Network proudly presents
a brutal
unconventional contest.
A no-holds-barred, no quarter
given, fight to the finish.
[GROWLING]
Ladies and gentlemen,
the challenger,
the World Wrestling Federation
heavyweight champion: Rip!
[ALL CHEERING]
WOMAN:
That's Rip!
[CROWD CHEERING]
WOMAN:
Looking good!
Rip him.
MAN:
Let's go, Ripper!
WOMAN:
We love you!
[ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
You can do it!
MAN:
Come on, Rip.
You can get this guy!
MAN 1:
Smoke him!
MAN 2: See some action!
Thank you.
[CROWD WHISTLING]
[BRELL LAUGHING]
MAN:
Ripper!
WOMAN:
Yeah, Rip!
[ALL APPLAUDING]
MAN:
Whoa!
WOMAN:
That monster.
[GRUNTING]
Come on,
it's about to start.
Oh, I've got goose bumps.
I'll bet Rip
is scared to death.
Wouldn't you be if you were
looking in the eyes of that?
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
MAN:
Get him!
[EXHALES]
WOMAN:
You can do it, Rip!
And now entering the ring,
The Battle of the Tough Guys'
champion,
the thriller, the killer--
[SCREAMS]
[CROWD CLAMORS]
[RIP GRUNTS]
[BELL DINGS]
[CROWD WHISTLES]
Let's go.
Aah!
Ooh.
Jeez, I wonder
if he felt that.
[SCREAMS]
[GROANING]
[GRUNTS]
WOMAN:
We love you, Rip!
MAN:
New champ! New champ!
All right. All right.
Hit him. Hit him one.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Yeah, heh.
MAN:
Hammering the challenger...
UNGER:
Eleven-- Oh, my goodness!
Look at the numbers, Unger.
We're in the lead.
Very nice.
[MUMBLING]
MAN [ON TV]:
Strangling him with his own--
ORDWAY:
Ooh. Oh, yes.
Yes. Yes!
Heh.
Oh, a little tighter.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Yeah!
Come on, get up, you wimp.
[GROANS]
Come on, Zeus, do something!
Yeah!
Randy.
Come on, Rip. Try.
Ow!
Aah! Ha!
[MEN CHATTERING]
[в™Є]
MAN: Go, go!
ORDWAY: Oh, yeah. All right.
MAN:
Take him out again. Come on.
Shake him!
[GRUNTS]
MAN:
Hit him again. Hit him again.
Come on.
ORDWAY:
Hurry.
MAN:
Get him.
ORDWAY:
Yeah!
Did you see that?
Get him. He's got him.
Uh, watch the back.
Ooh. Good. Hit him again.
UNGER: Do something.
MAN [ON TV]: Here we are again.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
You're my man, Rip!
Get him!
Do something!
[ALL LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Come on, get him.
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
[RIP GRUNTING]
MAN [ON TV]:
For the first time in this match,
Rip is going on
the offense.
UNGER:
Look at the ratings over there, huh?
[в™Є]
Guys, she's gone!
What? Move!
Where?
Wait!
Get her. Get her.
[BOTH GRUNT]
MAN: Yeah!
Come on, Rip, hit him!
MAN [ON TV]:
--an extraordinary matchup.
Both men giving us
as good as they take.
Unh...
MAN: Yeah!
Come on, Rip!
[PANTING]
ORDWAY:
Don't let her get to the elevator.
Come on!
[SCREAMS]
Stop her.
[SCREAMS]
SAMANTHA:
Hurry up, hurry up.
[в™Є]
Come on.
I told you to stop her!
Shoot her! Do something!
Come on.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
I'm going.
Get her. Go down.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
MAN:
Come on, Rip!
WOMAN:
Ripper, finish him.
You can take him, Rip!
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
[GROANING]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Yeah!
Yeah. Yeah. Hit him.
We've had so many
furious minutes
of non-stop brawling.
But it looks like
as if this monster Zeus
may be ready
to finish off the challenger.
MAN:
Come on now, Rip!
Ugh, these stupid elevators.
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
Come on.
[BOTH GRUNT]
MAN [ON TV]:
And Zeus is beginning to take Rip apart.
[GRUNTING]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
[SIGHS]
Now!
[SAMANTHA SCREAMING]
Samantha!
No!
Ow.
[CRYING]
[GRUNTING]
My God, this is unbelievable.
He is destroying Rip.
MAN 1:
Get with it, Rip!
WOMAN:
Rip, you can do it!
Rip, we believe in you!
MAN 2:
Come on! Come on!
MAN [ON TV]:
Zeus, he's really beginning
to enjoy himself.
[GRUNTS]
ALL [CHANTING]:
Rip! Rip! Rip!
[ALL CHEERING]
[GRUNTING]
Come on, get up, Rip!
Get up!
Yes. Yes.
Get up!
RANDY:
Come on, Rip, get up!
MAN:
He's gonna tear you a new one, Rip!
Get up, Rip!
Whoa.
[CROWD CLAMORING]
BRELL:
Make it look good.
My God. Look what he's doing.
Come on, Rip!
Fight back!
[GRUNTING]
Stop him! Stop him!
Stop him!
Stop him!
MAN:
He's twisting--
Those idiots!
Stop. There goes the ref
into the ring.
The ref's trying
to separate them!
SAMANTHA:
Stop him!
Stop him!
Answer the phone.
MAN:
Ref's thrown out of the ring!
WOMAN:
Get up!
[GRUNTING]
Rip.
[RIP GROANING]
SAMANTHA:
Rip, come on, get up!
[GROANING]
SAMANTHA:
Charlie, stop him!
Zeus! I'll get you, Zeus!
[SCREAMS]
Charlie! Charlie! Rip!
[в™Є]
BRELL:
Get Rip!
Stop him! Stop him!
BRELL:
Zeus!
[CROWD CHEERING]
WOMAN:
Way to go!
[GROANING]
Get up!
Leave him alone!
Get up!
Rip, get up!
ALL [CHANTING]:
Rip him! Rip him! Rip him!
[в™Є]
Zeus! No!
MAN:
This is an unprecedented display
of strength
and determination.
[GROWLING]
He's up.
MAN:
Come on, Rip, come on!
No! No!
Turn around, you idiot!
[в™Є]
[GRUNTS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
BRELL:
Hit him! No!
Come on, big brother!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Yeah.
BRELL: Come on!
MAN: What strength.
WOMAN:
There you go, Rip!
[CHUCKLES]
WOMAN:
Yeah, come on, Rip! Yeah!
Yes! Yeah.
BRELL:
Zeus, hit him! Do something!
Yeah! Yeah!
[ZEUS SCREAMS]
MAN:
All right, Rip! Snap him! Snap him!
Get him, Rip!
BRELL:
Oh, no! Get up! Get up!
WOMAN:
Way to go, Rip!
MAN:
Rip him!
[GRUNTING]
WOMAN:
Rip!
MAN:
Rip, come on, snap him!
MAN [ON TV]:
What will the...?
No!
Get him! Get him!
Get him!
Zeus!
[GRUNTING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
No! No!
MAN: Finish him, Rip!
[GROANING]
[GRUNTS]
Come on, Rip!
Come on!
MAN: Get up!
WOMAN:
Randy!
Randy! No!
Stay back!
WOMAN:
Rip, we believe in you!
Come on, Ripper, let's go!
Kill him!
Come on, Rip!
Kill you,
you dumb son of a bitch!
MAN [ON TV]:
I've never seen anything like--
Kill him!
Get up!
Yes!
Get up!
Zeus! Zeus!
Zeus, behind you. Behind!
[SCREAMING]
[GRUNTING]
MAN [ON TV]:
Soon to be absolutely no competition.
Come on, Zeus, hit him!
No! You idiot!
Come on, fight back! Hit him!
No!
No, Zeus! Come on,
knock him out!
MAN:
Come on, Rip!
[GROANING]
You idiot!
[GRUNTING]
Fight back!
Zeus, fight back!
Zeus, fight back, you idiot!
Come on! No!
No!
[в™Є]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[GROWLING]
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
ALL [CHANTING]:
Rip him! Rip him! Rip him!
[в™Є]
You stay away!
Stay away, you jockass!
[GRUNTS]
[в™Є]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Randy.
[JOHN JOYCE'S "NO HOLDS BARRED"
PLAYING]
WOMAN:
You did it, Rip!
в™ЄYou only learn
Where you are insideв™Є
в™ЄWhen life gives you
The testв™Є
Whoo.
в™ЄWill you back down
Turn and runв™Є
в™ЄOr stand up
With the best?в™Є
в™ЄWhen you're back's
To the wallв™Є
в™ЄWhat will your answer be?в™Є
в™ЄWill run for the door?в™Є
в™ЄWill you run out on me
Like it's hard?в™Є
в™ЄIt's no holds barredв™Є
в™ЄNo holds barredв™Є
в™ЄMost people only know
The easy wayв™Є
в™ЄThey'll always close
Their eyesв™Є
в™ЄWill you make
The same excusesв™Є
в™ЄWill you buy
Into their lies?в™Є
в™ЄWhat will you doв™Є
в™ЄWhat are you born
To say?в™Є
в™ЄWill you measure upв™Є
в™ЄWhen people make it
So hardв™Є
в™ЄSo hardв™Є
в™ЄWith no holds barredв™Є
в™ЄNo holds barredв™Є
в™ЄYou have to stand
Your groundв™Є
в™ЄWhen someone's standing
In your wayв™Є
в™ЄYour wayв™Є
в™ЄYou have to be a stronger man
Each and every dayв™Є
в™ЄI look at you and see
What you've been throughв™Є
в™ЄAnd it's all
Because of meв™Є
в™ЄAnd do you love me?в™Є
в™ЄBrother, you know
You make me proudв™Є
в™ЄYou gave me something
To believeв™Є
в™ЄBut it's my turn now в™Є
в™Є I won't let you downв™Є
в™ЄGonna make things right
Turn it all aroundв™Є
в™Є Love goes far в™Є
в™Є Far в™Є
в™Є When it's no holds barred в™Є
в™Є No holds barred в™Є
в™ЄNo more barred в™Є
в™ЄBut it's my turn now
I won't let you downв™Є
в™Є Gonna make things right
Turn it all around в™Є
в™Є Love goes far
When it's no holds barred в™Є
в™ЄNo holds barred в™Є
в™Є No holds barred в™Є
в™Є No holds barred в™Є