INT. LOCKER ROOM – NIGHT
BOBBY LEE paces back and forth. LU, JAKE, EARL, and POSSUM watch him.
LU
You must relax. One more fight to go.
BOBBY LEE
Don’t you think I know that? Don’t worry, I’m not going to let you down, but damn! Cecil Winslow killed my Pa, and I barely got to take a shot at him.
JAKE
Shoulda clocked him in the ribs. Told you...
BOBBY LEE
(spins on Jake)
And I told you – that sucks. How’s it going to make me feel better to kick his ass if I do it by cheating? I wish to God I’d never known he was hurt.
LU
You did the right thing. Your father would be proud of you.
BOBBY LEE
My father thought he was doing the right thing, and you’ve all hated him ever since. It’s overrated.
There’s a knock on the door. They all turn. After a moment, EARL shrugs and goes to the door. He pulls it open. OFFICIAL #1 stands in the door, some papers in his hand. He looks upset.
OFFICIAL #1
I wanted to let you know, since it’s kinda irregular. There’s been a change.
JAKE
(steps forward)
Change? What in the hell are you talking about, a change?
OFFICIAL #1
There’s nothing I can do. Colin Winslow owns the school, the gymnasium. Hell, he’s close to owning the town.
BOBBY LEE
What are you here for?
OFFICIAL #1
Brad Taylor, he backed out of the tournament.
JAKE
What do you mean backed out? Quit? Bobby Lee just wins?
OFFICIAL #1
I wish it was that simple. There’s been a – substitution.
JAKE and EARL step forward threateningly. BOBBY LEE brushes past them and pushes OFFICIAL #2 out of the way. He stands in the door and stares toward the ring, and the tournament bracket hanging on the wall. BRAD TAYLOR has been erased from the board. In his place, a new name has been scrawled. BOBBY LEE stares into the ring where a bit man, stripped to the waist, stares down the aisle at him. It’s Colin Winslow.
LU
No, not this. We will work this out, you...
BOBBY LEE steps through the door and strides down the aisle toward the ring. He never looks back. The others scramble to follow, and the crowd goes wild.
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