INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY (FLASHBACK - 1982)
The room is stark, clinical. Pale green walls, a single
window with thin curtains filtering weak sunlight.
YOUNG SONNY (13) stands beside a hospital bed, small for his
age but with the wiry build of a natural athlete. His
mother, MARGARET TANNER (38), lies propped against pillows,
her face gaunt, skin pale. An oxygen tube runs to her nose.
She reaches out with a trembling hand. Sonny takes it,
fighting back tears.
MARGARET
(weakly, but with fierce love)
Come here, my boy.
Sonny leans closer, his young face struggling to stay
composed.
MARGARET
You listen to me now, Sonny. You're
going to be alright. You're
strong—stronger than you know.
Her breathing is labored. She pauses to gather strength.
MARGARET
(continuing)
I need you to promise me something.
Look after your dad. He's going to
need you more than ever.
Young Sonny nods, a tear escaping down his cheek.
YOUNG SONNY
(voice breaking)
I promise, Mum.
Margaret manages a weak smile, her eyes glistening.
MARGARET
And one more thing... don't you dare
give up on your boxing. You're Dad
says you are the best he's ever seen.
You go out there and be a champion.
Make your mum proud.
Young Sonny can't hold back anymore. Tears stream down his
face.
YOUNG SONNY
(MORE)
I will, Mum. I promise.
Margaret squeezes his hand with what little strength she has
left.
MARGARET
(whispering)
That's my boy. My champion.
Her eyes close slowly. The monitor beside her bed begins to
beep irregularly.
Young Sonny grips her hand tighter, his whole body shaking
with silent sobs.
FADE TO WHITE.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
Selfie Spill on the Yacht
EXT. LUXURY YACHT - CARIBBEAN - DAY
Turquoise water. Bikini-clad women lounge on deck. RICKY
"RICHMAN" RICKMAN (26) sits poolside, phone on a tripod in
selfie mode. Handsome in a manufactured way - perfect teeth,
designer stubble, gym-sculpted physique.tanned, holds up an
energy drink can to his phone camera.
RICKY
Alpha Energy—fuel for champions. This
stuff helped me get my 9-1 boxing
record! Use code RICKMAN20 for—
A DRUNK WOMAN stumbles, knocking his arm. The drink spills.
RICKY
(annoyed)
Shit, Emma!
His FRIEND steps in.
FRIEND
I'll sort her out.
RICKY
(pause, then laughing)
No, dude, don't say it like that—get
her some water. Let the girls look
after her, she's wasted.
He grins at the camera. The image FREEZES on his smile.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
The Fight for Redemption
INT. NEXUS TOWER - SILICON VALLEY - EXECUTIVE BOARDROOM -
DAY
The frozen image fills a massive screen.
DAVID STERLING (58), company founder in wire-rimmed glasses,
navy blue suit, white shirt, no tie, sits at the head of a
black marble table.
Younger executives scroll phones: MARCUS CHEN (29), Asian-
American, hoodie and jeans; ELENA VASQUEZ (32), Latina,
sharp suit; PRIYA KUMAR (28), Indian-American, tablet in
hand; JAMES MORRISON (26), Black, man-bun and AirPods.
STERLING
Quarterly engagement's up twelve percent, but we're getting
hammered on content moderation. The Times just ran another
hit piece—our platform's warping young men's views on women.
MARCUS
(not looking up)
Rickman's pulling forty million views a video. That's the
engine.
STERLING
Phones down. Now.
They comply, reluctant.
STERLING
We can't hide behind metrics when teens are mainlining this
Neanderthal's trash—throwing cash at barely legal girls like
it's a game. My own daughter won't speak to me. I banned her
boyfriend from our house after seeing how he started
treating her. The kid had been binging Rickman's channel.
ELENA
He's our top earner. Ad revenue from his channel alone
outpaces our next ten creators.
Sterling clicks a remote. Headlines flash on screen: "NEXUS
PLATFORM UNDER FIRE FOR TOXIC CONTENT."
STERLING
What happens when Congress regulates us? When advertisers
bail? We built this to connect people. Now we're breeding
monsters who think women are props.
MARCUS
So do what, ban him? His mob would bolt to TikTok or YouTube
and take half our users with them.
Sterling paces to the window, hands clasped behind his back.
STERLING
What if we humble him instead?
PRIYA
What do you mean?
STERLING
That exhibition fight last weekend—Jake Morrison versus the
old heavyweight. Total wipeout.
MARCUS
Embarrassing. Dude got destroyed.
Sterling clicks again. Vintage boxing footage rolls:
lightning-fast combinations, opponents crumpling. Text
overlay: "SONNY 'THE SPITFIRE' TANNER: 28-0 RECORD."
STERLING
Sonny Tanner. Undefeated until a car crash ended his career
at thirty. Now he's scraping by in South London, running a
gym.
Another click. Headline: "FORMER CHAMP SELLS HOME FOR
GRANDDAUGHTER'S CANCER TREATMENT." A GoFundMe screenshot
shows $47,000 raised of a $1.2M goal.
STERLING
His three-year-old granddaughter has leukemia. Treatment's
over a million.
ELENA
You're not thinking—
STERLING
Rickman's twenty-six. Sonny's fifty-six. James, run the
analytics.
James types furiously on his laptop.
JAMES
Processing... Whoa. Not even close. Model says Tanner's
speed and ring craft crush him—unanimous decision.
Stunned silence. Sterling smirks faintly.
STERLING
We fund it anonymously through a GoFundMe donation. Cover
the kid's treatment, fly Tanner here for camp. He steps in
the ring one last time. We use Phoenix AI to create the
simulation, seed it through anonymous accounts, let it go
viral.
ELENA
Liability's a nightmare—
STERLING
Shell companies. Layers. Spectral Transmedia doesn't exist
on paper beyond a web of LLCs. Contained.
MARCUS
Rickman says no?
STERLING
He won't. Not after we leak the sim. Real fighter. Family
first, not followers. Everything Rickman's faking.
MARCUS
And if Rickman somehow pulls it off?
STERLING
Status quo. But if a grandpa schools him? Teaches his forty
million followers about real strength, real values?
PRIYA
What if the old man gets hurt badly?
STERLING
His call. Kid's dying—we're offering a lifeline.
Beat.
STERLING
Plus, the content? Reverse David-Goliath. Underdog story.
Metrics through the roof. We document everything, turn it
into a feature doc after. Redemption narrative.
Nods around the table. Hands rise in agreement.
STERLING
James, package the simulation. Seed it across nodes—no Nexus
fingerprints. Marcus, stand up the shells—two layers
minimum, Delaware then Cayman Islands. Elena, find an
intermediary to approach both camps. Priya, you monitor
social sentiment and media coverage. I want hourly reports.
Beat.
STERLING
Let's give the people a real fight. And maybe—just
maybe—teach them something about what real strength looks
like.
His phone BUZZES. Text preview: "PHOENIX CONFIRMS SIMULATION
READY." He swipes it away.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
Training Day at Tanner's Gym
EXT. OLD KENT ROAD - LONDON -DAY
Rain streaks down grimy windows of a red double-decker bus.
Traffic crawls past in London's gritty, working-class glory.
Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" drifts from THE ROYAL OAK
PUB below.
INT. TANNER'S BOXING GYM - DAY
A cramped space above the pub. Faded boxing posters cover
water-stained walls—Ali, Tyson, Lewis. Two rings dominate
the room. Heavy bags hang from the ceiling, speed bags
against the walls.
SONNY TANNER (56) watches two young fighters spar. White,
approximately 6'2" with a toned, athletic build that defies
his age. His grey tracksuit has seen better days, but his
focused demeanor and fluid grace mark him as a natural
athlete who's never lost his edge.
MARCUS WILLIAMS (19), Black British, throws lazy jabs while
DEON CLARKE (17), also Black British, dances around him.
In the corner, AISHA BENNETT (22), a young Black female
fighter with her hair in tight braids, works the heavy bag
with precision and power. Her combinations are sharp,
focused.
SONNY
(clapping hands)
Marcus! Move your feet. You're not a statue. Deon, where's
that jab?
Marcus plods forward, telegraphing every punch. Sonny shakes
his head.
SONNY
Right, that's enough. Marcus, out. Aisha, you're up. Show
these boys how it's done.
Aisha grins and climbs into the ring. Marcus climbs out,
relieved but embarrassed. Sonny slides between the ropes
with surprising agility and puts on his gloves.
SONNY
Come on then, Deon. Let's see this jab properly.
Deon approaches tentatively, hesitant.
SONNY
You're thinking 'If I hit him too hard, he'll hit me back.'
Overcome that fear or you'll never get anywhere. Start with
the basics.
Deon's shoulders drop. He throws a tentative jab.
SONNY
Better. Again. Snap it back.
Deon throws another, more confident.
SONNY
That's it. Now double it up.
They move around the ring—Sonny's head movement still sharp,
slipping punches while offering corrections. Aisha watches
intently, studying his footwork.
AISHA
(from the corner)
Sonny, can I get some rounds in after?
SONNY
(not missing a beat)
Already on the schedule, love. You're fighting next month,
right?
AISHA
Two weeks. Undercard at York Hall.
SONNY
Then you get three rounds with me today. Hard work.
Aisha smiles. This is what she came for.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
A Rainy Evening on Old Kent Road
EXT. OLD KENT ROAD - EVENING
Rain stopped, streets glistening. Sonny locks the gym door,
gym bag over his shoulder.
An OLD MAN (70s) in a flat cap spots him from across the
road.
OLD MAN
(shouting over traffic)
Oi! Spitfire!
The man waves enthusiastically. Sonny breaks into a genuine
smile and waves back.
SONNY
(to himself, chuckling)
Bloody hell.
His phone BEEPS as he reaches the bus stop.
INT. LONDON BUS - EVENING
Sonny finds a seat, pulls out a cracked iPhone. One missed
call: "SARAH - DAUGHTER."
His smile fades. He hits redial. It rings. Voicemail.
SARAH (V.O.)
Hi, you've reached Sarah. Leave a
message.
His jaw tightens. He tries "JENNY - WIFE." Same result. His
hands shake as he scrolls to "DAD."
FRANK (V.O.)
Sonny?
SONNY
(urgent, quiet)
Dad, what's happened? Sarah called
and now no one's answering.
FRANK
Easy, son. Amanda had a reaction to
treatment. Nothing serious, but
they're keeping her overnight for
observation.
Relief floods through him.
SONNY
Is she okay? Where are they?
FRANK (V.O.)
Guy's Hospital. Sarah's with her.
Jenny's on her way. Just
precautionary.
SONNY
I'm going straight there.
FRANK (V.O.)
Course you are. I'll meet you there.
Sonny stares out the rain-streaked window, worry etched in
every line of his face. He pulls out his wallet and removes
an old photo from his early amateur boxing days. He is
twelve years old and proudly holding up a boxing tournament
trophy.
Next to him with her hand on his shoulder, stands his
mother, smiling proudly. A small smile returns briefly to
Sonny's face.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Family"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
The Fall from Grace
EXT. RICKMAN ESTATE - LOS ANGELES - DAY
A sprawling white mansion behind ornate gates. The circular
driveway showcases supercars - red Ferraris, a yellow
Lamborghini and a matte black McLaren.
In the center of an elaborate fountain stands a full-size
white marble statue of Rocky Balboa, fists raised
triumphantly.
EXT. RICKMAN ESTATE - POOL AREA - DAY
A temple to excess. Massive infinity pool overlooks
manicured grounds. Thirty PARTY-GOERS lounge around - mostly
WOMEN (18-23) in bikinis outnumbering YOUNG MEN two-to-one.
RICKY "RICHMAN" RICKMAN (26) stands poolside, phone in
selfie mode. A BRUNETTE in a barely-there bikini drapes over
his shoulder.
RICKY
(to phone)
What's up, Rickman Army! Just dropped
my new book "Grind or Die" - link in
bio. But first, today's sponsor...
Apex Cologne. The scent that
separates alphas from betas. Use code
RICHMAN20 for twenty percent off.
He winks, ending the recording.
RICKY
(to brunette)
That's a wrap, babe.
She slides off as he heads toward the poolside bar. Four
YOUNG MEN cluster around a phone, speaking in hushed tones.
JAKE
(nudging TYLER)
Yo, T. Boss incoming.
Tyler quickly switches off the phone.
RICKY
(suspicious)
What were you watching?
TYLER
Seriously? You haven't seen this?
Five hundred million views and you're
in it. Well, not actually you.
The group erupts in laughter. Ricky's jaw tightens.
RICKY
Show me. Now.
TYLER
Come on, man. It's just some viral—
RICKY
(grabbing for phone)
Show me, or it's going in the pool.
Tyler reluctantly hands it over. Ricky stalks to a deck
chair.
On screen: A perfectly rendered boxing ring. In one corner
stands a digital version of himself - every tattoo captured
with unsettling accuracy.
In the opposite corner: an older man. The crowd chants:
"SPIT-FIRE! SPIT-FIRE!"
RICKY
(whispered)
What the hell...
FIGHT COMMENTATOR (V.O.)
This is absolutely wild, folks. A
legend coming out of retirement to
face social media's biggest star.
The bell RINGS. Ricky watches, transfixed, as his AI version
starts aggressively, throwing hard jabs and combinations.
But every punch hits air as the older man leans back with
minimal movement, then explodes forward with lightning-fast
three-punch combinations.
It's brutal in its one-sided-ness. Round after round, his AI
double gets schooled - missing punches by millimeters,
eating counter-combinations, looking increasingly desperate
as the older man's hand speed and ring IQ dominate
completely. By the eighth round, his AI version is
stumbling, face swollen, while Tanner looks barely winded.
MICHAEL BUFFER (V.O.)
The winner, by unanimous decision...
SONNY "THE SPITFIRE" TANNER!
Ricky stares as his AI double hangs his head in defeat.
He hands the phone back without looking.
RICKY (cont'd)
RICKY
(flat, cold)
Party's over.
TYLER
What? Dude, it's barely three—
RICKY
(shouting)
I said PARTY'S OVER!
He storms to the sound system and kills the music. Sudden
silence.
RICKY
(to crowd)
Everyone out. NOW!
Twenty minutes later, the last car exits. Ricky stands alone
in his empty mansion, only the gentle splash of water around
Rocky Balboa's marble feet.
He turns to lock up—then spots his friend DANNY crossing the
drive, suitcase in tow.
RICKY
(calls, softer)
Not you, Dan. You're girlfriends
kicked you out. You’re still with
me—just give me a little space, yeah?
Danny exhales, nods. Ricky steps aside and lets him in.
Ricky closes the door gently. The sound is small in the
empty house.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
Family Barbecue and Internet Fame
EXT. TANNER FAMILY HOME - BACK GARDEN - DAY
A modest semi-detached house in suburban London. Small but
well-kept garden with lawn and flower borders.
The TANNER FAMILY enjoys a barbecue in bright sunshine.
SONNY stands at a gas barbecue, beer in hand, turning
burgers. His father FRANK TANNER (78) - gruff, weathered,
Ray Winstone energy - stands beside him offering advice.
FRANK
You're cooking them too fast, son.
Low and slow.
SONNY
(sighing)
Dad, I've been doing barbecues for
thirty years.
FRANK
And I've been doing them for fifty.
Turn the gas down.
Around a garden table: JENNY TANNER (52), wife of Sonny,
warm and practical, clearly the family anchor; SARAH (29),
older daughter of Sonny and Jenny, tired but content; ELLIE
(26),younger daughter, single, vibrant with phone nearby.
TERRY (31), husband of Sarah, scrolls his smartphone.
In the shade sits three-year-old AMANDA, youngest daughter
of Sarah and Terry in a specialized wheelchair, oxygen tube
to her nose, monitors blinking. She's pale but alert.
ALFIE (12), high energy, elder son of Sarah and Terry,
bursts through the kitchen door, clutching his smartphone,
vibrating with excitement.
ALFIE
Granddad! You're all over the
internet! It's brilliant! You've got
to see this!
FRANK
Calm down, son. We'll watch it after
dinner.
ALFIE
(frustrated)
But I've set it up on the TV! It's
gone mental!
Sonny looks at his grandson's flushed face, then at the
burgers. Curiosity wins.
SONNY
We'll put the burgers on hold. But
calm down - your sister's supposed to
be resting.
Alfie glances at Amanda, embarrassed.
ALFIE
Okay, I promise. Sorry.
Frank pats Alfie's head. Sonny covers the burgers and
follows them inside.
FRANK
(MORE)
FRANK (cont'd)
(calling to women)
Boys' stuff! Won't be long!
Genres:
["Drama","Family"]
Ratings
Scene
8 -
AI Fights and Family Tensions
INT. TANNER FAMILY HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Cozy, lived-in room. Family photos cover the mantelpiece -
wedding pictures, boxing memorabilia, grandchildren's
drawings.
Alfie navigates to YouTube with generational expertise.
ALFIE
Here we go... Sonny Tanner vs Ricky
Rickman.
SONNY
What the heck is this? Who's Ricky
Rickman?
The AI-generated fight fills the screen. The four males fall
silent, mesmerized.
FRANK
Bloody hell... that's you. Today. I
thought it was an old fight.
ALFIE
It's AI, great granddad! Artificial
intelligence! Computer-generated!
Frank stares blankly.
SONNY
(grinning)
Dad, remember Alfie's VR headset? You
thought you'd been transported to the
jungle.
Everyone laughs. The ring announcer booms from TV, followed
by fight commentary.
FRANK
Christ, son. Not only does he look
like you now, he fights like you now.
The women drift in from the garden, Amanda's wheelchair
whirring softly.
FRANK
You've got to watch this, girls.
Sonny's giving this social media
what's-it a right beating.
ALFIE
(MORE)
FRANK (cont'd)
He's a social media influencer,
great-granddad.
Ellie peers at the screen, eyes lighting up.
ELLIE
Oh my God, that's Ricky Rickman! He's
well fit.
Sonny glares with paternal menace.
SONNY
Don't even go there. I've been
looking this bloke up. He's the last
man you'd want to be with. Treats
women like—
He catches Jenny's warning look and stops. The fight
concludes with AI-Sonny's victory.
ALFIE
Look! Over five hundred million
views! Everyone's going to want to
see this fight now!
Sonny and Frank exchange a quick glance. Jenny catches it
immediately.
JENNY
(firmly)
Absolutely no way, you two. Don't
even think about it.
Neither man protests, but their eyes remain locked. The
conversation will clearly be resumed in private.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Family","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
9 -
A Fight for Family
INT. TANNER FAMILY HOME - KITCHEN - NIGHT
The barbecue is over. Dishes stacked by the sink. Through
the window, the garden is dark except for a security light.
Sonny loads the dishwasher while Jenny wipes down counters.
The silence between them is heavy.
JENNY
You're thinking about it.
SONNY
(not looking up)
I'm not.
JENNY
Don't lie to me, Sonny. I've known
you thirty-two years.
He closes the dishwasher, finally meets her eyes.
SONNY
Five hundred million people, Jen.
That's not just some viral video.
That's—
JENNY
(cutting him off)
That's a computer-generated fantasy.
You're fifty-six years old.
SONNY
I'm in the best shape of my life.
JENNY
You had a car accident that ended
your career. The doctors said—
SONNY
The doctors said I'd never walk
properly again. Look at me now.
He moves around the kitchen with fluid grace, demonstrating.
Jenny's expression doesn't soften.
JENNY
This isn't about proving something to
doctors. Or to yourself. This is
about Amanda.
The name hangs in the air. Sonny's shoulders drop slightly.
SONNY
(quietly)
We're forty thousand short, Jen. The
GoFundMe's stalled. We've sold
everything we can sell. The house
goes on the market next week.
JENNY
We'll find another way.
SONNY
What other way? We've exhausted every
option. Sarah's working double
shifts. Terry's taken a second job.
Your sister's already lent us-
JENNY
(voice breaking)
I can't lose you too.
Sonny crosses to her, takes her hands.
SONNY
You won't. It's just an exhibition.
Three rounds, maybe five. Controlled
environment. This kid's got a nine-
and-one record against nobodies. I
was undefeated against world-class
fighters.
JENNY
Twenty-six years ago.
SONNY
Muscle memory doesn't forget.
Jenny pulls her hands away, turns to the window.
JENNY
And what if you get hurt? What if you
end up in hospital while your
granddaughter's fighting for her
life? How does that help anyone?
SONNY
What if I don't fight and we lose her
because we couldn't afford the
treatment?
The words land like a punch. Jenny's reflection in the
window shows tears streaming down her face.
JENNY
(whispered)
That's not fair.
SONNY
None of this is fair. But if there's
even a chance—if someone offers me a
way to save her—I have to take it.
JENNY
No one's offered you anything. It's a
bloody computer video.
SONNY
Not yet. But they will.
Jenny turns to face him, searching his eyes.
JENNY
You sound very certain.
SONNY
Videos like that don't just happen.
Someone made it. Someone with money
and reach. And they made it for a
reason.
JENNY
To humiliate that Rickman boy.
SONNY
To create demand. To make the fight
inevitable.
Jenny studies him—the set of his jaw, the determination in
his eyes. She's seen this look before.
JENNY
(resigned)
You've already decided.
SONNY
I've decided that if someone offers
me millions to step in a ring for a
few rounds, I'm going to seriously
consider it. For Amanda. For Sarah.
For all of us.
JENNY
And if I ask you not to?
The question hangs between them. Sonny's face shows the war
inside him.
SONNY
Then I'd have to choose between the
woman I love and the granddaughter
who might not live to see her fourth
birthday.
Jenny closes her eyes. When she opens them, something has
shifted.
JENNY
If—and I mean IF—someone approaches
you about this, you talk to me first.
Before you agree to anything. Promise
me.
SONNY
I promise.
She nods slowly, then moves past him toward the door.
JENNY
I'm going to check on Amanda before
bed.
She pauses in the doorway without turning back.
JENNY (CONT'D)
Your mother would be proud of what
you're trying to do. But she'd also
tell you that being a champion means
knowing when to walk away.
She leaves. Sonny stands alone in the kitchen, her words
echoing.
He pulls out his wallet, removes the old photo of himself
and his mother. Stares at it for a long moment.
SONNY
(whispered)
I promised I'll look after them, Mum.
All of them.
He tucks the photo away and turns off the kitchen light.
FADE OUT
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
10 -
The Challenge Ignited
INT. RICKMAN ESTATE - HOME GYM - DAY
A professional-grade facility. Olympic weights, heavy bags,
a full-size boxing ring. Motivational posters line the
walls: "GRIND OR DIE," "ALPHA MENTALITY," "WINNERS NEVER
QUIT."
Ricky attacks a heavy bag with vicious intensity. Each punch
accompanied by a grunt. Sweat pours down his face and torso.
DANNY (28), his friend and unofficial manager, watches from
the doorway, concerned.
DANNY
Rick, you've been at it for two
hours. Take a break.
RICKY
(not stopping)
Can't.
DANNY
DANNY
You're going to hurt yourself.
RICKY
(hitting harder)
Good.
Danny approaches cautiously.
DANNY
It's just a video, man. Everyone
knows it's fake.
Ricky stops mid-punch. Turns slowly.
RICKY
Five hundred million views. My
comments are flooded. "Rickman's a
fraud." "Old man would destroy him."
"All talk, no skill."
DANNY
Internet trolls. Who cares?
RICKY
I CARE!
The shout echoes in the gym. Ricky's chest heaves.
RICKY (CONT'D)
(quieter, intense)
I've built everything on being the
alpha. The guy who doesn't back down.
The champion. And now the whole
world's watching some computer
simulation of me getting destroyed by
a grandfather.
DANNY
So ignore it. It'll blow over in a
week.
RICKY
It won't. Not unless I do something
about it.
Danny's eyes widen.
DANNY
You're not seriously thinking—
RICKY
Why not? He's fifty-six. I'm twenty-
six. I'm in my prime. He's ancient.
DANNY
He was undefeated, Rick. Twenty-eight
and oh. Against actual fighters.
RICKY
Twenty-six years ago! You think he
can still move like that? The AI's
bullshit. It's based on old footage.
DANNY
And if it's not?
Ricky strips off his gloves, tosses them aside.
RICKY
Then I train harder than I've ever
trained. I hire the best coaches. I
study every second of his old fights.
And I beat him.
DANNY
Or he puts you in hospital.
RICKY
(grinning without humor)
Either way, the views will be insane.
Danny shakes his head, but Ricky's already pulling out his
phone.
RICKY (CONT'D)
I need you to find out everything
about Sonny Tanner. Where he lives,
where he trains, family
situation—everything.
DANNY
Why?
RICKY
Because I'm going to make this fight
happen. And when I knock out that old
man, everyone will know who the real
alpha is.
He starts recording a video.
RICKY
(to phone, all charm)
What's up, Rickman Army! By now
you've all seen that viral AI video.
RICKY CONT'D)
Lot of people asking if I'd actually
fight Sonny Tanner. Here's my
answer...
He pauses for effect.
RICKY (CONT'D)
Absolutely. Anytime, anywhere. I
respect the legends, but I'm the
future. So Sonny, if you're
watching—let's make it happen. For
real.
He ends the recording, posts it immediately.
DANNY
You're insane.
RICKY
I'm a businessman. This fight will be
the biggest event of the year. Pay-
per-view, sponsorships,
merchandise—we're talking tens of
millions.
DANNY
If you win.
RICKY
I'll win. I have to.
His phone starts buzzing immediately—notifications flooding
in. He watches the numbers climb, a smile spreading across
his face.
RICKY (CONT'D)
(reading comments)
"Rickman vs Tanner needs to happen."
"Take my money." "This is going to
break the internet."
He looks up at Danny, eyes gleaming.
RICKY (CONT'D)
It's already started.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
11 -
Media Frenzy and Mysterious Calls
EXT. TANNER'S BOXING GYM - DAY
The narrow alley behind the gym shows signs of the media
circus - discarded coffee cups, cigarette butts from waiting
reporters. A side entrance allows discrete access away from
the main street. Sonny slips inside undetected.
INT. GYM OFFICE - DAY
A cramped space with a battered desk, filing cabinets, and
walls covered in boxing memorabilia. Faded photos of Sonny's
career mixed with local newspaper clippings.Sonny slams his
palm on the desk, making Frank's tea mug jump.
SONNY
Honestly, Dad, I don't know what the
hell's going on. This is worse than
when I was actually fighting. I've
done thirty selfies with strangers
just getting here this morning.
FRANK
(nodding grimly)
I know, son. I've had press at my
house too. Keep the curtains closed,
I do.
Sonny furrows his brow, processing this.
SONNY
Seriously, Dad... this is so weird. I
feel like I'm being played. You don't
think that Rickman kid posted it, do
you?
Frank considers this, stroking his chin.
FRANK
I don't think so, son. He didn’t
exactly come out of that mocked up
fight very well and apparently, he’s
cut himself off social media
completely. If you think you've got
it bad, you should see the press he's
getting over in the States.
Frank's expression grows more serious.
FRANK
But I could tell in his eyes, he
doesn't want to.
Sonny's phone RINGS. He pulls it from his pocket, frowning
at the display.
SONNY
SONNY
"Private Caller." That's weird. Only
people who have my number are family.
FRANK
Best answer it then.
Sonny hesitates, then swipes to accept. He holds the phone
to his ear.
SONNY
Hello?
Silence for a moment. Then a crisp AMERICAN ACCENT cuts
through.
JACOB (V.O.)
(through phone)
Mr Tanner? My name is Jacob. We need
to talk.
Sonny and Frank lock eyes. Sonny's expression shifts from
confusion to wariness.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Family"]
Ratings
Scene
12 -
A Cautious Encounter
EXT. OLD KENT ROAD - DAY
The gym is quiet. Sonny heads for the exit. As part of his
daily ritual, he glances at the PROMOTIONAL POSTER beside
the door: “TANNER VS HOLLYFIELD — APRIL 17.” The fight was
scheduled for three weeks after his car accident. He taps
the poster and nods—same tap, same nod.
SONNY
(soft, respectful)
Sorry, Evander.
He quickly locks the door, pulls a baseball cap low and
flips up his hoodie. He slips through the rear of The Royal
Oak pub into a narrow alley.
Frank exits through the main entrance. REPORTERS immediately
swarm him.
REPORTER ONE
Mr. Tanner! Any comment on your son's
reaction to the viral fight?
FRANK
(brushing them off)
(MORE)
FRANK (cont'd)
No comment, lads.
He waves down a black cab, drawing their attention as it
pulls away.
Sonny exits via the side alley access, keeps his head down,
walking along Old Kent Road past charity shops and
takeaways. Nobody recognizes the hooded figure.
At the bus stop, a sleek black limousine glides up. The
tinted rear window lowers slightly.
JACOB (O.S.)
(American accent)
Mr. Tanner? I'm Jacob. Please, come
in.
Sonny hesitates, then opens the door.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
The Proposition
INT. LIMOUSINE - DAY
Nightclub interior - black leather seats, LED strips, dim
lighting. JACOB (50s) sits opposite in a black suit, wearing
sunglasses. Corporate anonymous.
SONNY
(laughing awkwardly)
Seriously? Sunglasses and the CIA
outfit? I want to know what's going
on.
Jacob's Southern accent is smooth, practiced.
JACOB
Mr. Tanner, I represent private
investors interested in organizing
sporting events people actually want
to see.
He adjusts his sunglasses.
JACOB (CONT'D)
The AI fight simulation was released
to gauge public interest. My clients
have grown tired of the orchestrated
circus of retired fighters being hand
picked by social media influencers
for a fast buck.
SONNY
So why all the cloak-and-dagger
stuff?
JACOB
(MORE)
FRANK (cont'd)
By releasing it anonymously, we've
created curiosity. The footage is
trending in almost every country
worldwide.
SONNY
Why Ricky? He's practically having a
nervous breakdown. And it hasn't been
pleasant for my family—press outside
my house, at my gym.
JACOB
That's why you're here. My clients
will be revealing themselves shortly.
They're happy to reimburse you for
any inconvenience.
SONNY
Nobody's asked if I'd be prepared to
fight.
JACOB
Many of my clients are fathers. They
don't appreciate his lifestyle,
encouraging toxic masculinity. It's
hoped this will force him to reflect
on his behavior.
Sonny's jaw tightens at Jacob's condescending tone.
SONNY
I'm not happy about any of this. I'm
not being a pawn in some rich boys'
games.
JACOB
I understand, but I haven't mentioned
the contract terms yet.
SONNY
Go on then.
JACOB
One reason for your selection was
your granddaughter's situation.
Sonny springs from his seat, smacking his head on the
ceiling. He lunges forward, grabbing Jacob by the lapels,
face inches away.
SONNY
(snarling)
Don't try to pretend you give a shit
about my granddaughter.
SONNY
You've seen my family struggling and
used that for leverage.
Jacob looks genuinely frightened.
JACOB
(nervous)
Please sit down. I'll explain my
clients' proposition fully.
Sonny releases his grip, sits back down, face deadly
serious.
SONNY
This had better be bloody good.
Jacob straightens his lapels, composing himself.
JACOB
They've already made an anonymous
donation to your granddaughter's
GoFundMe. The full amount—one point
two million. It should be clearing as
we speak.
Sonny's expression shifts—shock, then suspicion.
JACOB (CONT'D)
This will also include accommodation
for your family near the
clinic—hotel, visas, flights,
transportation. Everything. In
return, you participate in the fight
and sign a confidentiality agreement
which includes a medical trial.
SONNY
(processing)
You're saying they've already paid
for her treatment? Before I even
agreed?
JACOB
(carefully)
They wanted to demonstrate good
faith. The money's there regardless.
But this fight—it's a chance at
something more than just helping
Amanda. It's redemption.
JACOB
JACOB
A last shot at proving what you could
have been before that crash ended
everything.
Sonny stares at him, conflicted.
JACOB (CONT'D)
Three million dollars minimum,
possibly more if the interest is
there and there's a bidding war. My
client will have no involvement in
organizing the event. You'll need to
find an agent and he'll arrange the
rest, including your payment for
participation. Your granddaughter
gets her treatment. And you get to
finish what was taken from you.
SONNY
(after a long pause)
Okay. I'll take the fight.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
Family Tensions and Support
INT. TANNER FAMILY HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY
The entire TANNER FAMILY is gathered in their modest living
room. Sonny sits on the sofa flanked by FRANK on one side
and JENNY on the other. The rest of the family occupy
armchairs and dining room chairs—SARAH, TERRY, ELLIE, and
young ALFIE.
The atmosphere is tense. Sonny has just updated everyone
about his meeting with Jacob.
JENNY
(voice sharp with worry)
Bloody hell, Sonny. What have you
gotten us into?
SONNY
(defensive)
Us? I'm the one fighting the guy.
JENNY
This isn't just about you—we're a
family. We're supposed to talk about
things first.
Frank raises his hands, trying to calm the tension.
FRANK
Let's all calm down. This is all a
bit... what's the word, Sonny?
SONNY
Surreal.
JENNY
(becoming tearful)
So what happens next?
SONNY
I'm going to the solicitors tomorrow.
She'll check everything's legit, and
if it is, I sign up.
JENNY
So you haven't actually signed
anything?
SONNY
No, I'm not that daft. I've just
agreed in principle.
JENNY
So you could just phone and say
you're not doing it?
Sonny feels the weight of family
presence—the conversation too heavy
for young ears.
SONNY
Listen, it's all been very stressful.
Maybe everyone should head home and
we'll catch up during the week.
He pats Frank's knee.
SONNY (CONT'D)
Not you, Dad.
Frank understands—backup needed against Jenny's protests.
After goodbyes, Sonny returns to find Frank talking to
tearful Jenny.
FRANK
Sweetheart, nothing's gonna happen to
our boy. I've been in this game fifty
years. One thing that hasn't changed
is Sonny.
(MORE)
FRANK (cont'd)
Remember watching him on Sky Sports?
He was one of the best ever. He made
bloody good fighters look stupid.
JENNY
That was twenty-five years ago,
Frank. Before the car crash.
FRANK
I know. Absolute tragedy. But even
now, when I watch him sparring, he's
still got seventy percent of what he
had. And Sonny at seventy percent is
more than enough to destroy this kid.
He's not a pro fighter—he's a
celebrity who thinks he is.
SONNY
Thanks, Dad.
Frank stands, says his goodbyes and leaves. Sonny sits
beside Jenny, who pushes his hand away.
JENNY
Why can't we just have a normal life?
SONNY
We've got a great life. This doesn't
change anything, and in six months
it'll all be over.
JENNY
But why? We don't need the money
anymore. The GoFundMe's been paid—all
of it. Amanda's treatment is covered.
SONNY
It's not just about the money.
JENNY
Then what? Why risk everything?
Sonny takes a breath. This is the truth he's been holding
back.
SONNY
There's not a day that goes by that I
don't think about what I could have
achieved if that car crash hadn't
happened.
(beat)
I was thirty years old, Jen.
Undefeated. I had five, maybe ten
more years at the top.
SONNY
World title fights. Legacy. And it
was all taken away in one stupid
moment.
JENNY
(softening)
Sonny...
SONNY
This is my one chance to have some
closure. For the fans, for my
family...
(beat)
But mostly for me. I need to know I
can still do it. That I'm not just
the fighter who could have been
something.
I know it's not all about the money
but look at the family's financial
situation, even with the Amanda
donation. We haven't has a holiday in
years, we've barely got any savings
left, the gym hardly brings anything
in.
Terry and Sarah are struggling with
the mortgage, they're both working
full time. And Ellie will need her
own place eventually. The fight money
would sort everything out.
Jenny looks at him—really looks at him—and sees the weight
he's been carrying.
JENNY
You've been thinking about this for
twenty-five years, why didn't you
talk to me about it?
SONNY
Because you've got enough on your
plate. Plus it would have driven you
nuts eventually.
Jenny looks at him, then smiles and gently slaps his cheek.
JENNY
If this means so much to you, I
support you completely, you silly old
sod. Just make sure you win.
They embrace as the weight of their decision settles around
them.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
Sonny's Comeback: A Boxing Legend's Journey
INT. BBC BREAKFAST STUDIO - DAY
The familiar red sofa and modern studio set. SALLY NUGENT
and JON KAY sit across from Sonny, who looks surprisingly
comfortable despite the circumstances. He's wearing a smart
casual shirt—respectful but not overdressed.
JON KAY
So, finally, after weeks of
speculation that's attracted global
attention, we can hopefully get a few
more details about the notorious AI
fight simulation that started this
whole thing.
Sonny smiles awkwardly.
JON KAY (CONT'D)
Sonny, welcome to BBC Breakfast.
SONNY
Thanks for having me.
JON KAY
(grinning)
Before we begin, I must say that I'm
a huge fan. However, you've been out
of the spotlight for a very long
time. For our younger viewers, can
you tell us about your boxing career
and what you've been up to since?
SONNY
Yeah, so I was born and grew up in
South East London. My dad, Frank, was
boxing back then, in the early
seventies up to about the mid-
eighties. He's the one who got me
into boxing at a very young age. When
he retired, he bought the gym and
started training me full time. Well,
not just me—he trained everyone at
the club.
JON KAY
FRANK (cont'd)
So presumably you started as an
amateur and turned professional at
eighteen?
SONNY
Yes, that's right.
SALLY NUGENT
However, you never competed at the
Olympics, despite being eligible to
qualify.
Sonny laughs.
SONNY
No, my dad talked me out of it. He
said staying amateur would slow down
my pro career. I'd won about thirty
amateur fights by the time I was
eighteen and went straight to pro.
Good thing I did, really.
SALLY NUGENT
I'm guessing you're referring to the
car crash you were involved in that
pretty much ended your career at
thirty.
SONNY
That's right. It was just one of
those things. A kid ran out into the
road, and the guy swerved into my
lane to avoid him. Ended up taking me
out instead of the kid. The main
thing was that the kid was okay.
JON KAY
It's amazing that you can be so
gracious about something so impactful
on your career.
SONNY
I'm not saying it wasn't a difficult
time, but it's life. And life's
always full of surprises.
SALLY NUGENT
Speaking of surprises, tell us your
first reaction when you saw the AI-
generated fight between you and Ricky
Rickman.
SONNY
Shock, really. I couldn't believe how
realistic it looked. Not just that—my
character fought exactly like me. And
not me thirty years ago—me now.
That's what really freaked me out.
JON KAY
(laughing)
And you subsequently found out it was
your own boxers filming you sparring
that had provided whoever created
this with all the data they needed?
SONNY
Yeah, hundreds of hours of it,
apparently. Posted everywhere. I
didn't really mind—my focus is
getting them ready, and I'm always
jumping in and out of the ring. I
think it's better for them than me
just standing there shouting at them.
Sally laughs.
SALLY NUGENT
But on a serious note, it must have
had a big impact on your life?
SONNY
(more focused)
It's turned my whole family's life
upside down. It's not so bad for me
because I've had some experience of
being in the spotlight, but it was
different back then. Now I can't go
anywhere without getting a smartphone
in my face. I'll be glad when it's
all over, to be honest.
JON KAY
It must feel very surreal. So what
made you decide to come on the show
today?
SONNY
Well, I wanted to set the record
straight. I'm willing to take this
fight. If there are any agents or
event organizers out there who want
to make this happen, please get in
touch.
SALLY NUGENT
So you're officially throwing down
the gauntlet?
SONNY
(smiling)
I suppose I am, yeah.
JON KAY
Are you aware if Ricky Rickman has
agreed to fight you?
SONNY
From what I understand, he'll be
making an announcement shortly.
SALLY NUGENT
What about your trainer? Who would be
in your corner?
SONNY
My dad's my trainer—always has been.
He's still sharp as a button, and I
wouldn't want to be trained by anyone
else, so he'll be there.
SALLY NUGENT
And you'll be taking some family with
you as well?
Sonny knows where this is heading.
SONNY
Yes. My wife, daughter, and
granddaughter.
SALLY NUGENT
Obviously this is a very difficult
subject for you and your family, and
you've all been very dignified in how
you've dealt with it. How would this
fight impact your granddaughter and
her ongoing leukaemia treatment?
SONNY
(remaining calm)
Well, we were in the process of
getting her on a new drug being
trialed in the States before all this
happened, and that's still going
ahead.
SONNY
Her GoFundMe was recently paid in
full by an anonymous donor, which has
been an absolute blessing for our
family.
JON KAY
That's wonderful news. Do you think
your granddaughter's donation had
anything to do with why this AI
simulation ? There has been a lot of
speculation surrounding this.
SONNY
(staying composed)
I'm aware of the speculation, too,
but my honest answer is I have no
idea. What I can say is that the
donation will ensure she continues to
get the best treatment available.
SALLY NUGENT
Moving on to your potential opponent,
Ricky Rickman—what are your thoughts
on him?
SONNY
I'm obviously aware of who he is and
what he does for a living. As for the
fight itself, I think the simulation
speaks for itself.
JON KAY
As I mentioned, I've always been a
big fan of your speed and fighting
style. Even at fifty-six, that's
bound to frustrate your opponent and
cause him problems.
SONNY
Well, that's the plan.
Jon laughs.
JON KAY
So before you go—what's your
prediction?
Sonny grins and taps the side of his nose twice before
winking.
SONNY
I think you already know the answer
to that, Jon.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Interview"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
Reflections and Resilience
INT. JOE ROGAN EXPERIENCE – DAY
Exposed brick, neon, the curved desk. JOE pours bourbon.
RICKY sits opposite—dialed down, present.
JOE
Here you go.
RICKY
Cheers.
JOE
Good to finally meet you.
RICKY
Big fan, Joe.
JOE
The circus around this AI-generated
fight has been surreal. You've
recently called out Sonny on your
channel.How are you feeling now
you've had some time to reflect?
RICKY
Better. Clearer.
JOE
And Sonny Tanner just went on BBC
Breakfast this morning and said he's
willing to take the fight. He's
calling out agents and promoters to
make it happen. What's your reaction?
RICKY
First, I'm turning pro. Ideally
before the fight, if it happens. If
not, right after.
Joe leans in, interested.
JOE
Big shift. Was that in you already,
or did the AI storm yank it out?
RICKY
Without that? I'd still be… partying.
Phoning it in. I needed the slap.
RICKY
Walk me through your past month. The
you from a month ago versus the you
now.
RICKY
Look at my last pre-fight post—that
was me: louder, dumber, surrounded by
people I didn't even like, pushing me
to go bigger for views. I believed my
own noise.
He stops, breath heavy. Joe gives him space.
JOE
Take your time.
RICKY
RICKY
I don't talk about this much. My dad
left early—gone, new family, never
saw him again. My mum… she drank.
When she did, it came out on me. Said
I'd ruined her life. I left at
eighteen and swore no one would treat
me like that again. Proving her wrong
became the engine. I made it—money,
followers—but it warped how I saw
women, relationships, everything.
JOE
That's a strong share, man. A lot of
young guys will hear that and feel
seen.
Ricky wipes an eye, half-laughs it off.
RICKY
I hope so.
JOE
The AI simulation—first reaction?
RICKY
Yeah. Watching it the first
time—violation, mostly. Not just
losing to a guy twenty-five years
older… it felt like public
humiliation. Walk of shame. Cersei
bells.
Joe refreshes his glass, slides it back.
JOE
This anonymous approach is new. They
tossed a grenade into the media
machine.
RICKY
Maybe it needed one. I've got no idea
how Sonny felt watching it. It's
taught me not to take it personally.
It isn't about me or him. It's just…
someone saw an opportunity and ran
with it.
JOE
They'll do it again. The numbers
guarantee it. At least you won't be
forced into another call-out cycle.
Ricky laughs, a real one.
RICKY
Thank God.
JOE
So what's your thoughts on Sonny?
RICKY
I respect how he's handled it. He's
been… an example. That's changed me.
JOE
He's my age. I watched him when I was
coming up—real talent, real class.
I'd love to have him on here before
the fight.
Ricky takes a breath, then looks directly at the camera.
RICKY
If Sonny Tanner's willing to step
back in the ring at fifty-six, I'm
not going to hide. Let's make it
happen.
JOE
(grinning)
There it is. Pro Ricky. How do you
build it from here?
RICKY
Open a gym downtown. Content goes
boxing-only. Bring fighters on the
pod. Give people the real work, not
the highlight reel.
Joe grins.
JOE
So… no more bikinis, pool parties,
Lambos?
RICKY
Well, maybe just the one Lambo.
They clink.
CUT:
Genres:
["Drama","Character Study","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Media Frenzy at LAX
EXT. LAX INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
A sleek black airport buggy weaves through crowds. SONNY and
FRANK sit with luggage.
FRANK
Bloody hell, son. Free champagne and
that flight attendant kept calling me
"sir."
SONNY
(smiling)
Don't get too comfortable, Dad.
AS they leave the airport via the VIP exit They spot JACOB
in a black suit beside a limousine. Next to him stands a
massive BODYBUILDER - six-foot-six of intimidating muscle.
SONNY
(to himself)
Well, well...
FRANK
Who's the gorilla?
SONNY
The other guy is Jacob from London.
He's brought backup this time.
Thirty REPORTERS and media vans crowd the main exit.
Jacob gestures urgently as they pull up next to the limo,
Tony loads luggage, as reporters spot Sonny,cameras
flashing.
JACOB
(urgent)
Mr. Tanner, quickly please.
They climb into the luxurious interior as JOURNALISTS surge
forward.
REPORTERS
(overlapping shouts)
Sonny! How do you feel about the
fight? Are you confident?
Camera lenses press against tinted windows.
JACOB
(to driver)
Go. Now.
The limo accelerates away.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
Journey to Safety
INT. LIMOUSINE - CONTINUOUS
SONNY
So you're my agent now, Jacob?
JACOB
Personal chaperone. I make sure you
have everything you need.
Frank stares at Tony, who stares back through dark
sunglasses.
SONNY
Dad, it's rude to stare. (to Jacob)So
who's the other gentleman?
JACOB
This is Tony. Security.
SONNY
(grinning)
Security for who - you or me?
JACOB
For you. Given the media attention,
we're taking you to a facility in the
hills. Privacy and security.
SONNY
What about my family? I need to see
my granddaughter.
JACOB
Daily communication via secure feed.
Weekly visits. Tony ensures privacy.
SONNY
SONNY
And if she takes a turn for the
worse?
JACOB
You can go immediately. That was
agreed in the contract.
EXT. CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY - DAY
The limo winds up into the Hollywood Hills.
FRANK (V.O.)
(to Tony)
Have you ever thought of taking up
boxing?
Silence.
SONNY (V.O.)
(amused)
I don't think he's much of a talker,
Dad.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
Ricky's Reflective Update
INT. RICKY'S TRAINING FACILITY - GYMNASIUM - DAY
A state-of-the-art private gym built into the hillside.
Floor-to-ceiling windows offer stunning views of the valley
below. Ricky has just finished an intense training session -
sweat-soaked, breathing hard, but looking more focused and
fit than we've ever seen him.
He sets up his phone on a tripod, the same social media
routine but the setting couldn't be more different from his
mansion days.
RICKY
(to camera, wiping
sweat)
Yo, everybody! How's things in the
real world? One week in and
training's going well.Good news is
DAZN and Matchroom have bought the
broadcasting rights so they'll been
handling tickets, streaming and
contracts. All we need now is the
date and venue. Let me know where you
think it's gonna be: Vegas, Wembley,
or Saudi Arabia?
He grabs a towel, his demeanor noticeably more mature and
grounded.
RICKY
Anyway, I've gotta go eat and get an
ice bath. Early start tomorrow.
Before I go, check out the link below
for twenty percent off Under Armour.
"The Only Way Is Through."
He stops the recording and looks out at the mountain
landscape, a moment of quiet reflection.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Social Media"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
A Serene Encounter at Sunset
EXT. MOUNTAIN PEAK - SUNSET
The golden hour paints the Hollywood Hills in warm light.
Ricky, wearing a hoodie and trainers, makes his way up a
winding trail toward the summit. His breathing is steady -
the training has clearly improved his fitness.
At the peak, he spots an elderly figure sitting alone on a
wooden bench, silhouetted against the orange sky. The man
faces west, watching the sun sink toward the Pacific.
Ricky approaches cautiously from behind, not wanting to
disturb the peaceful moment. He circles around to the side
of the bench.
The ELDERLY MAN looks up - it's FRANK, though Ricky doesn't
recognize him. Frank's weathered face breaks into a warm
smile.
FRANK
I see you found the best view in the
house. Take a seat, son.
Frank pats the bench beside him.
FRANK
My name's Frank.
Ricky hesitates for a moment, then sits down. The two men
sit in comfortable silence, watching the sun disappear
behind the mountains.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
The Ethical Dilemma of Enhancement
INT. PRIVATE MEDICAL FACILITY - TREATMENT ROOM - DAY
A sterile, high-tech medical suite hidden within Sonny's
training facility. Sonny lies on a clinical bed, IV lines
running into both arms. Clear fluids and reddish plasma flow
through the tubes.
DR. REEVES (40s), discreet, monitors vitals on a tablet.
FRANK stands nearby, uneasy.
Frank scans a slim patient file on a side tray. A single-
page LETTER is clipped to the front.
FRANK
(to Sonny)
This yours?
SONNY
Zena wrote it. My solicitor. It's the
medical part of the contract.
Frank skims the letter. Stops on a line. Looks up at Dr.
Reeves.
FRANK
This says full disclosure of
substances and dosages before
administration. It also says the
backers don't get his medical
history, and withdrawal on medical
advice doesn't void the purse. We're
entitled to know.
Reeves lowers his voice.
DR. REEVES
Young blood plasma from screened 18-
year-old donors. Umbilical cord stem
cell infusions. BPC-157 and TB-500
peptides for soft-tissue recovery.
DR. REEVES (CONT'D)
Growth hormone-adjacent compounds for
sleep and lean mass. All within
regulations. Monitored.
Frank tracks each item, eyes on the letter.
FRANK
Dosages?
Reeves turns the tablet to show the chart.
DR. REEVES
(MORE)
FRANK (cont'd)
Logged. Every dose, time stamped.
You'll get copies.
NURSE
Stem cell infusion complete. Peptide
protocol initiating.
SONNY
What's it supposed to do for
me—specifically?
DR. REEVES
Faster tendon and ligament repair.
Your body recovers faster between
hard workouts, and you can spar more
often with higher intensity. Better
sleep, which drives reaction time.
Mild bump in red blood cell
production, so you carry pace longer.
You'll feel fresher in later rounds.
FRANK
And the side effects?
DR. REEVES
Possible irritability, elevated
aggression, or sleep disruption if we
overshoot. If levels spike, we taper
or stop.
SONNY
(looking directly at Reeves)
So let me get this straight—this
isn't just recovery. You're enhancing
me.
DR. REEVES
(carefully)
We're optimizing your body's natural
processes to perform at a level
closer to—
SONNY
(cutting him off)
I've been in boxing long enough to
know what this is. Just tell me
straight—is it legal?
DR. REEVES
Everything falls within regulatory
grey areas. Nothing banned by
athletic commissions for exhibition
bouts.
FRANK
(not looking up)
But it would be banned for a
sanctioned professional fight?
DR. REEVES
(pause)
Yes.
Sonny looks at Frank, who's reading the contract letter
intently.
FRANK
(not looking up)
It's your call, son. But remember why
we're here.
Sonny closes his eyes briefly, thinking of Amanda.
SONNY
(opening his eyes,
resolved)
I'm not comfortable about it but it's
in the contract so best get on with
it for now. But I want copies of
everything—every dose, every
timestamp.
DR. REEVES
(nodding)
You'll have them.
Sonny settles back on the bed, jaw set.
SONNY
For Amanda.
Frank nods, satisfied it's on paper—if not in spirit.
DR. REEVES
Baselines are solid. We'll go slow.
Sonny closes his eyes as the experimental cocktail enters
his bloodstream.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
"READY TO GO" BY REBUBLIKA BEGINS
MONTAGE - THREE MONTHS OF TRAINING
The high-energy electronic music drives the intense training
sequences.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
22 -
Training Rivalry: The Rise of Sonny
INT./EXT. BOTH TRAINING FACILITIES - DAY (VARIOUS)
SPLIT SCREEN TRAINING:
RICKY (LEFT): Standard boxing training, ice baths, basic
recovery.
SONNY (RIGHT): Identical training plus cryotherapy chamber,
experimental treatments.
WEEK 1 - BLEEP TEST:
Both fighters run between lines as electronic beeps
accelerate. Ricky (26 years old) easily outlasts Sonny, who
stops after 12 minutes, hands on knees.
WEEK 4:
Same test. The gap narrows - Ricky lasts 15 minutes, Sonny
manages 13.
WEEK 8:
Sonny's endurance matches Ricky's. Both stop simultaneously
at 16 minutes.
WEEK 12:
Sonny outlasts Ricky for the first time, continuing for 18
minutes while Ricky stops at 17.
SPARRING EVOLUTION:
Early Training: Sonny spars cautiously, relying on
technique.
Month 2: His combinations become more aggressive. A sparring
partner staggers from a body shot.
Month 3: Sonny drops three different sparring partners with
lightning-fast combinations. His aggression is frightening.
THE MUSIC FADES AS WE FOCUS ON:
CUT TO:
ISOLATION AND ANGER:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
A Fragile Connection
INT. SONNY'S ROOM - SECURE VIDEO CALL - DAY
The large monitor shows a hospital room. AMANDA (3) sits
propped up in a paediatric bed, pale and thin with a nasal
oxygen tube. Her mother SARAH and his wife JENNY look
exhausted.
SARAH
(to screen)
Say hello to Granddad, sweetheart.
AMANDA
(weakly)
Hi Granddad. When are we going home?
SONNY
(fighting back tears)
Soon, princess. How are you feeling
today?
AMANDA
The doctors said the medicine is
working a little bit, but I'm still
very tired.
Sarah forces a smile for her daughter, but her eyes tell a
different story. Jenny reads a book to Amanda, allowing
Sarah to speak to Sonny more openly.
SARAH
(to Sonny)
The doctors... they're being more
honest with us now.
SARAH (CONT'D)
They say because Amanda has acute
myeloid leukemia and it's quite
advanced, her chances are about
fifty-fifty, even with the
experimental treatment.
Sonny's jaw tightens.
SARAH
They're introducing new inhibitor
treatments and something called bio
specific antibody therapy - to try to
enhance what she's already receiving.
It's... her best shot.
AMANDA
(innocently)
Mummy, why are you crying?
Sarah quickly wipes her eyes.
SARAH
I'm not crying, darling. I'm just
happy to see Granddad.
SARAH
(to Sonny, privately)
Dad, I need to take Amanda for her
treatment now. Mum wants to talk to
you.
Amanda is wheeled out by nurses. Sarah follows, leaving
JENNY alone on the video call. Her composure finally breaks.
JENNY
(sobbing)
Sonny, I'm so scared. Some days she's
okay, other days she's barely
conscious. I watch her sleeping, and
I'm terrified she won't wake up.
SONNY
(voice cracking)
SONNY (cont'd)
I'm going to fix this, love. This
fight... It's going to fix
everything.
JENNY
But what if something happens to you?
What if you get hurt? We could lose
you and Amanda.
The call ends abruptly due to connection issues. Sonny
stares at the blank screen, his breathing becoming heavier.
He stands and walks to his punching bag, still in his casual
clothes.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
24 -
Fury in the Night
INT. SONNY'S TRAINING FACILITY - NIGHT
Frank finds Sonny alone, hammering the heavy bag at 11 PM.
Sweat pours down his face, but he shows no signs of fatigue
after hours of training.
FRANK
Son, you've been going for three
hours. Don't you think—
SONNY
SONNY
(not stopping, voice
filled with rage)
She's not getting any better, Dad.
All this money, all these treatments,
and nothings happening.
His combinations become more vicious. The bag swings
violently with each impact.
SONNY
Fifty-fifty chances? That's the best
they can do? I'm supposed to trust
these people?
Frank watches his son with growing concern. The treatments
have made Sonny stronger, faster, more aggressive - but
they've also amplified his anger and desperation.
SONNY
(hitting harder)
Three years old, Dad. She shouldn't
have to fight for her life.
Frank notices something troubling - despite the intensity of
Sonny's workout, he's showing superhuman endurance. No 56-
year-old should be able to maintain this pace.
FRANK
(quietly)
Son... Please try and get some sleep.
But Sonny doesn't hear him, lost in his fury.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
Conversations at Sunset
EXT. MOUNTAIN PEAK - SUNSET - THE FOLLOWING DAY
The same wooden bench, same golden hour light painting the
Hollywood Hills. Ricky approaches cautiously, having made
this daily pilgrimage hoping to see Frank again.
As he crests the hill, he spots Frank sitting in the same
position, facing west. Ricky stops briefly, uncertain why
Frank has returned after so long. He continues cautiously.
Frank hears footsteps and turns, breaking into a warm smile.
FRANK
Hello, Ricky. It's been a while. Take
a seat.
Ricky sits, more hesitant than their first meeting.
RICKY
I didn't realize the first time we
met... only when I went back and
watched some old videos. You're
Sonny's dad, right? Frank?
FRANK
(nodding)
That's right, son. Guilty as charged.
RICKY
So is that why you came here the
first time?
FRANK
Not really. I just like walking at
the end of the day - helps clear my
head. I'd also noticed that Jacob
fellow keep disappearing for a few
hours before coming back.
FRANK (cont'd)
I'd seen him in the background of
your gym after one of your training
posts, and it just clicked that you
had to be nearby. I wasn't really
expecting to see you, though.
I thought it was interesting that our
training facility was so close to
yours but it makes sense if Sterling
knew about your camp' Jacob is
basically keeping an eye on both of
you.
RICKY
That's sneaky but I won't say
anything.
You've never been back here since we
first met. How come?
Frank takes a cigarete from a packet inside his jacket and
lights it up.
RICKY
I didn't know you smoked?
FRANK
I gave up twenty years ago,
disgusting habit.
Frank takes a second puff and throws it to the floor.
Stamping it out.
FRANK
It's been rough lately. There's been
a lot going on with training Sonny
and our granddaughter, who's still
getting treatment but unfortunately
she's not getting any better.
RICKY
Yeah, I know. I keep checking the
updates on the news. Poor kid.
Listen, if there's anything I can do—
FRANK
(cutting him off
gently)
No, son. That's nice of you to offer,
but it's out of everyone's hands now.
FRANK
She's got a lot of her granddad in
her - she's a fighter.
RICKY
So how's Sonny taking it?
FRANK
(looking down)
Not well at all, I'm afraid.
Frank stares at the ground briefly before continuing. Ricky
stays quiet, allowing him to gather his thoughts.
FRANK
Sonny doesn't deal with death very
well. It's something that can't be
beaten, and he struggles when he's
around it.
Sonny lost his mum to cancer when he
was thirteen, and he didn't take it
well. Thank God he had his boxing,
otherwise he'd have gotten himself
into trouble with his temper.
Frank pauses, lost in the memory.
FRANK
I just about managed to keep him
under control at the gym. I couldn't
let him spar with kids his own age -
he'd have hurt them. So I used to put
him in against adults, decent pros
and friends who understood what he
was going through.
At least they could deal with him. He
sorted himself out eventually when he
met his missus a few years later. She
became his anchor, kept him stable
and responsible, especially when the
family came along.
But all this with Amanda has brought
it all out again, and being separated
from his family at such a critical
time... it's just adding fuel to the
fire.
Ricky feels a twinge of concern, almost knowing what Frank
is implying.
RICKY
So what do we do?
FRANK
(sighs)
We keep going. Because the
alternative doesn't bare thinking
about.
RICKY
(quietly)
I understand Frank.
Frank claps Ricky on the shoulder—a rare moment of
vulnerability between them.
FRANK
So, how's your training going?
RICKY
Yeah, it's going good. All on track.
They've just announced Wembley
stadium as the venue - about twelve
weeks away.
FRANK
Yeah, I heard that. So how’s your
sparring been?
RICKY
It's going okay, although it's
difficult to find a fighter with a
similar style to Sonny's.
FRANK
Well, I know someone who'd be
perfect. I'm quite friendly with his
dad. I gave him a call, spoke to him
and his boy, explained the situation,
and he said he'd be up for it.
Your contract should state that you
can request any sparring partner. You
might have to pay him yourself.
RICKY
(immediately)
Yeah, no worries. - I'm happy to
negotiate. So who is this guy?
Frank leans in toward Ricky, their
voices becoming inaudible.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Character Study"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
A Call to Opportunity
INT. WELSH BOXING GYM - DAY
A modest gym, not dissimilar to Sonny's in London. Worn
equipment, faded posters, the authentic atmosphere of
working-class boxing.
A phone RINGS in the background. The back of a MAN in a
tracksuit walks toward a small office, his face obscured.
He picks up the phone.
WELSH VOICE
(strong Welsh accent)
Hello?
Pause.
WELSH VOICE
Yes, that's me.
A thirty-second pause. We hear occasional words: "Uh-huh...
I understand... Wembley... when?" As the call ends, he
finally announces:
WELSH VOICE
WELSH VOICE
Okay. I'm in.
He puts the phone down. A voice calls
from the gym floor.
VOICE (O.S.)
Was it them, Joe?
The man turns to face the camera,
revealing JOE CALZAGHE – undefeated
former super middleweight and light
heavyweight world champion, the
fighter whose style inspired Sonny's.
CALZAGHE
(grinning)
Yes, Dad, we're getting a guest from
the States.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
A Moment of Hope
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Soft golden light filters through the window. Amanda sleeps
peacefully, her breathing steady. The monitors beep
rhythmically—stable, reassuring.
Sonny sits beside her bed, holding her small hand. He's
exhausted but calm. Jenny enters quietly with two cups of
tea, hands one to Sonny.
JENNY
(softly)
The doctors say her white blood cell
count is improving.
SONNY
(not looking away from Amanda)
Really?
JENNY
They used the word "responding."
That's good, right?
SONNY
(small smile)
That's great news.
Amanda stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open.
AMANDA
(groggy)
Grandad?
SONNY
(leaning in)
I'm here, sweetheart.
AMANDA
Did you win your fight yet?
SONNY
(gentle laugh)
Not yet.
AMANDA
Will you teach me to box when I get
better?
Sonny's eyes well up. He kisses her forehead.
SONNY
Anything you want, love. Anything.
Amanda smiles and drifts back to sleep. Sonny and Jenny sit
in comfortable silence, watching her breathe.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
Eavesdropping on Betrayal
INT. STERLING HOME – HALLWAY/OFFICE – NIGHT
A quiet house. ANNA STERLING (20s) passes a cracked office
door. Low MURMURS on SPEAKERPHONE.
STERLING (O.S.)
...and the AI simulation?
Anna freezes. She slips out her phone, opens Voice Memos,
thumb hovering—she HITS RECORD.
STERLING (O.S.)
James, I need you to make sure the
Phoenix metadata stays buried. Six
layers deep, offshore routing—no one
can trace it back to Nexus without
direct server access.
JAMES (V.O.)
(through phone)
Already done. The deepfake nodes are
anonymous. Even if someone digs, they
hit dead ends.
STERLING (O.S)
Good. And the GoFundMe donation?
JAMES (V.O)
(through phone)
Processed through the trust. Clean.
No direct connection to you or Nexus.
STERLING (O.S.)
Perfect. I don't care if people
question the ethics—we're doing the
public a service by humbling Rickman.
This needed to happen.
Anna listens, shaken—but steady. Her father orchestrated
everything.
STERLING (O.S.)
The fight's in six weeks. Let's keep
this tight. No more calls unless
absolutely necessary.
Anna stops the recording. Breathes. Her hand trembles
slightly.
She looks at the recording file on her phone: 47 seconds.
Evidence.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
Betrayal in the Shadows
INT. BOYFRIEND'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
ANNA sits on the edge of a couch. BOYFRIEND (20s) paces,
keyed-up but controlled.
ANNA
I recorded him. He said they're doing
the public a service by humbling
Rickman. He orchestrated the whole
thing—the AI simulation, the
anonymous donation, everything.
Phoenix AI, offshore routing to hide
the trail.
BOYFRIEND
That's big. But don't torch yourself
tonight over his mess.
(beat)
Guy bans me from his house and
expects you to protect him? Please.
ANNA
I'm not protecting him. I'm
protecting myself. I just… need to
think.
BOYFRIEND
Good. Sleep. We'll be smart about it
in the morning.
LATER — BEDROOM — NIGHT
ANNA sleeps beside him. Streetlight glows. He watches her,
decides.
He gently takes her phone from the nightstand; he knows the
passcode. Unlocks.
Opens The Guardian's encrypted tip line. He attaches the
SHORT AUDIO CLIP. Types in the subject line: "Nexus CEO
manipulated viral AI fight."
He checks the "Anonymous" option.
He hits SEND. A confirmation flashes. He clears the browser
history. Puts the phone back, face unreadable.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
30 -
Unraveling Secrets
EXT. NEXUS TOWER - DAY
The same gleaming corporate headquarters from our opening
scene, now surrounded by chaos. SARAH MITCHELL, BBC
correspondent, stands outside the closed gates as news crews
and journalists swarm the area.
SARAH MITCHELL
We're seeing federal agents executing
warrants at Nexus Tower.
Behind her, AGENTS in dark suits carry boxes, desktops, and
drive arrays from the building.
SARAH MITCHELL (CONT'D)
The Guardian reports an anonymous
whistleblower providing a recording
in which Nexus CEO David Sterling
discusses "doing the public a
service" by humbling Ricky Rickman
and keeping Phoenix AI metadata
buried through offshore routing to
insulate Nexus.
SARAH MITCHELL (cont'd)
SONNY (cont'd)
Investigators are now seeking related
financial records, server logs, and
evidence of the anonymous GoFundMe
donation that funded fighter Sonny
Tanner's granddaughter's treatment.
QUICK CUTS: FBI agents at Sterling's Palo Alto residence;
server rooms being photographed; sealed evidence crates;
agents examining financial documents on tablets.
SARAH MITCHELL (V.O.)
Authorities have not commented on
potential charges at this time, but
sources suggest they're investigating
corporate manipulation of social
media, undisclosed financial
arrangements with fighters, and
possible violations of platform
transparency regulations.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
INT. STERLING'S CAR - DAY (MOVING)
Sterling sits in the back seat, watching the news coverage
on his phone. His face is calm, but his jaw tightens when
Sarah Mitchell mentions a whistleblower providing a
recording.
STERLING
(to himself, quietly)
Recording?
He closes his eyes briefly—the first crack in his composure.
He immediately thinks of Anna. She was home that night. She
must have heard him.
His plan is unraveling, and it's his own daughter who's
exposed him.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
Beneath the Sunset: Revelations at the Peak
EXT. MOUNTAIN PEAK - SUNSET
The same wooden bench, same golden light, but the atmosphere
is tense. Frank and Ricky sit watching the sunset, both men
clearly affected by the day's events.
FRANK
One hell of a story today, Ricky.
What have you been told?
RICKY
Yeah, it's been tense. Turns out
David Sterling was behind it all. He
owns Nexus—the social media platform
I'm on. Makes sense why I was chosen
now. All that stuff about AI choosing
the fighters was bullshit. It was
personal.
FRANK
That's interesting. You must have
seriously pissed him off.
(nodding slowly)
They sit in contemplative silence, watching the sun sink
lower.
RICKY
So what happens to the fight now?
With all this coming out?
FRANK
The fight's all set, too big to
cancel now—half a billion people
watched that simulation. FBI
investigation or not.
RICKY
But why go through all that trouble?
Sterling could've just banned me from
his platform.
FRANK
(thoughtful)
Because banning you would've made you
a martyr. Your followers would've
screamed censorship, and you'd have
migrated to another platform with
your audience intact. This way?
You're forced to face consequences.
Prove yourself or be humiliated.
RICKY
That's... actually pretty clever.
FRANK
Clever and dodgy. But here's the
thing, son—Sterling might've started
this, but now it's ours. You and
Sonny both chose to take this fight.
FRANK (cont'd)
Whatever his reasons were, you've got
your own now.
Ricky stares out at the sunset, processing this.
FRANK
Same time tomorrow?
RICKY
No, I'm flying to Wales tomorrow. I
can't believe we're fighting on the
undercard at Wembley stadium. I
probably won’t see you before the
fight.
He pauses, studying Frank's weathered face.
FRANK
Good luck in Wales, say hi to the
lads, you’re in good hands. I’ll see
you at the weigh in.
But as Frank turns back to watch the sunset, both men know
their simple friendship has become complicated by forces
neither of them fully understands.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
32 -
Confrontation and Preparation
INT. ANNA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Anna sits alone in her bedroom, staring at her phone. It
RINGS. She hesitates, then answers.
STERLING (V.O.)
Anna, what have you done? I'm in
custody because of you.
ANNA
I hate what you did, just to
humiliate Ricky. You're no better
than him, trying to control people.
The only good thing to come out of
this is Sonny's granddaughter getting
the best treatment. You may well end
up saving her life, but I just wish
it had been for the right reasons.
(beat)
And by the way, it wasn't me who sent
it. It was Jason.
She ends the call.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
NIRVANA'S "SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT" BEGINS
The opening bass line thumps as we see:
TRAINING MONTAGE - FINAL PREPARATION
SPLIT SCREEN - BOTH TRAINING FACILITIES
The guitar kicks in hard as both fighters begin their most
intense preparation period.
LEFT SIDE – JOE CALZAGHE’S GYM:
Ricky spars with JOE CALZAGHE, who calls out, making small
corrections to Ricky’s technique. ENZO CALZAGHE (Joe's
father) stands nearby, old-school trainer instincts kicking
in.
ENZO CALZAGHE
(calling out)
Keep those hands higher coming out of
combinations. Sonny will counter if
you drop them.
Ricky adjusts, his punches becoming more precise.
ENZO
(shouting at Joe)
ENZO
Keep your hands up, Joe!
CALZAGHE
(exasperated)
You're supposed to be training Ricky,
Dad!
ENZO
I know, but keep your bloody hands
up!
Ricky laughs despite himself - some things never change
between fathers and sons.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
33 -
Tapering Tensions
INT. PRIVATE MEDICAL FACILITY - TREATMENT ROOM - NIGHT
Dr. Reeves adjusts a drip. Frank sits, arms folded. Sonny
stares at the line running into his arm, jaw tight.
SONNY
I’m done.
DR. REEVES
Pardon?
SONNY
I’m coming off. Properly. Taper,
whatever you call it. No more
“optimization.”
DR. REEVES
We’ve established a homeostasis.
Abrupt cessation risks sleep
disruption, cortisol rebound, joint
irritation—performance drop is
likely.
SONNY
Then taper me.
Frank holds up a thin folder.
FRANK
We’re keeping the logs. Every dose,
every timestamp.
Dr. Reeves nods, measured.
DR. REEVES
I’ll prepare a withdrawal protocol.
You should expect a dip. You may feel
slower—heavier.
Sonny dials his phone, hits speaker. Jenny picks up through
static.
JENNY (V.O.)
You okay?
SONNY
I’m stopping the extras, love.
JENNY (V.O.)
Good. If it’s not you in there, we’re
not doing it.
Sonny glances at Frank, then back to Reeves.
SONNY
You heard her.
DR. REEVES
I’ll need your signature on an
addendum acknowledging you’re
electing to taper for non-medical
reasons.
SONNY
Bold that bit if you like: I’m doing
it for Amanda. And for me.
Dr. Reeves brings over a tablet. Sonny signs.
DR. REEVES
We start tonight. Smallest step-down
first.
Frank pockets a USB and the paper
logs.
FRANK
We’ll take copies of it all.
DR. REEVES
You’ll have them by morning.
Sonny lies back, eyes on the ceiling.
SONNY
Come what may.
RIGHT SIDE - SONNY'S FACILITY:
His movements are slightly slower, but his technique is
sharper, more economical. Frank watches with growing
satisfaction. He is approached from behind by Doctor Reeves.
REEVES
(to Frank, low)
Four weeks off. Chemistry’s going.
he’ll be back to baseline before the
fight.
FRANK
(to Reeves)
That's good to know. Back to boxing,
not brawling.
The song builds intensity:
RICKY'S SPARRING SESSION:
Ricky faces Joe in the ring again, both wearing headgear.
Ricky throws a hard right hand, but Joe performs his
signature head-back movement, making Ricky swipe nothing but
air.
Instantly, Joe unleashes his famous three-punch
combination - left hook, right hand, left hook - each one
connecting cleanly with Ricky's headgear.
Ricky staggers backward, frustrated. He rips off his
headgear and throws it on the canvas.
RICKY
(shouting)
How the hell am I supposed to deal
with this?
ENZO
(calmly, from
ringside)
Early days, Ricky. You need to
understand what you're going up
against. When you throw big shots,
you've got to be prepared for the
counter. Keep going - we'll get
there.
Joe helps Ricky pick up his headgear, both men sweating but
determined.
SONNY: Working the speed bag, his rhythm hypnotic but not
superhuman anymore.
"Load up on guns, bring your friends"
BOTH FIGHTERS: Intensive sparring sessions. Ricky lands
clean shots on training partners for the first time in
months. Sonny's combinations are clinical, precise.
"It's fun to lose and to pretend"
RICKY'S CAMP: Calzaghe puts Ricky through defensive drills,
slipping punches by millimeters.
CALZAGHE
Stop hunting the shot. Feel the
timing. Keep your eyes on him; your
body sets the angle.”.
SONNY'S CAMP: Frank holds pads as Sonny unleashes
combinations. His power is still there, but more controlled.
"She's over-bored and self-assured"
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
34 -
Family Ties and Training Trials
INT. SONNY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Sonny sits on the couch, ice pack on his shoulder, staring
at his phone. A VIDEO MESSAGE from Jenny plays:
JENNY (ON VIDEO)
Hey. I know you're probably asleep,
but I wanted to send this anyway.
She's in Amanda's hospital room. Amanda waves at the camera.
AMANDA (ON VIDEO)
AMANDA (ON VIDEO)
Hi Grandad! Look what I drew!
She holds up a crayon drawing: a stick figure with boxing
gloves labeled "GRANDAD" and a smaller figure labeled "ME"
holding hands.
AMANDA (ON VIDEO)
It's us after you win. We're going to
get ice cream.
JENNY (ON VIDEO)
She's been talking about it all day.
Says she wants chocolate chip.
AMANDA (ON VIDEO)
With sprinkles!
JENNY (ON VIDEO)
(to camera, softer)
We're proud of you, Sonny. Whatever
happens... we're proud.
The video ends. Sonny stares at the frozen frame—Amanda's
bright smile.
He sets the phone down, wipes his eyes, and picks up a
framed photo of the three of them from happier times.
SONNY
(whispered)
Chocolate chip with sprinkles. Got
it.
He places the photo on the coffee table where he can see it,
then lies back on the couch, finally allowing himself to
rest.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN.
"Oh well, whatever, never mind"
BACK TO TRAINING:
Both fighters push through exhaustion. Ricky's endurance has
improved dramatically. Sonny, without his enhancements,
shows his age more but compensates with experience.
THE FIRST CHORUS EXPLODES:
"Here we are now, entertainers"
CROSS-CUTTING INTENSIFIES:
Ricky perfecting countering Sonny's signature combinations
under Calzaghe's guidance.
Sonny teaching young sparring partners, his wisdom evident
in every instruction.
Both men running separate but parallel conditioning
sessions.
"Here we are now, entertainers"
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
35 -
A Glimmer of Hope
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Dr. Connor reviews Amanda's chart with Jenny and Sarah.
DR. CONNOR
Her white blood cell count has
stabilized. The bispecific antibody
therapy is working better than we
hoped.
SARAH
(tearful)
So she's... she's going to be okay?
DR. CONNOR
(cautious optimism)
We're not out of the woods yet, but
she's responding remarkably well. If
this continues, we can start talking
about remission.
Jenny and Sarah embrace, crying tears of relief.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
THE EMOTIONAL PEAK:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
36 -
Steps of Triumph
INT. SONNY'S TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
Amanda sits in her wheelchair at ringside, watching Sonny
train. She grips the armrests and slowly, carefully, stands
up.
Jenny gasps. Sarah covers her mouth in shock.
Amanda takes one tentative step, then another. Her legs
shake but hold.
AMANDA
Granddad!
Sonny turns from the heavy bag, sees her walking toward him.
His face transforms with pure joy.
She takes five shaky steps before reaching him. He drops to
his knees and she falls into his arms.
SONNY
(voice breaking)
My little fighter.
He lifts her high into the air as the guitar soars. Frank
wipes his eyes.
"Here we are now, entertainers"
THE KNOCKOUT SCENE:
Several days later. Amanda, now walking with assistance,
stands in the boxing ring wearing tiny boxing gloves.
Sonny kneels before her at her height.
SONNY
Come on then, show me what you've
got.
Amanda winds up with all her three-year-old might and throws
a gentle punch at Sonny's chin.
He reels backward dramatically, spinning before crashing to
the canvas with exaggerated impact.
SONNY
(lying flat, eyes closed)
She got me! Call the referee!
Amanda giggles uncontrollably. Jenny and Sarah laugh from
ringside. Even Frank cracks a rare smile.
AMANDA
I knocked out Granddad!
The song continues building:
FINAL TRAINING SESSIONS:
Calzaghe and Ricky working on the specific timing needed to
counter Sonny's style.
Sonny and Frank fine-tuning combinations they've worked on
for decades.
Both fighters hitting peak condition through different
paths.
"With the lights out, it's less dangerous"
NIGHT TRAINING SESSIONS:
Both fighters, alone with their thoughts, working bags in
empty gyms. The approaching fight weighs on them.
"Here we are now, entertainers"
The song fades as we see:
Amanda walking hand-in-hand with Sonny toward the gym exit.
She's tired but moving under her own power. In the
background, Frank packs equipment - they're heading home.
SONNY
(to Amanda)
Ready to go home, princess?
AMANDA
Yes, are you going to win, Granddad?
SONNY
(kneeling to her level)
Can you keep a secret?
Amanda smiles and nods as Sonny moves to whisper in her ear.
SONNY
I’ve already won.
AMANDA
(raising her hands
triumphantly in the
air)
Yey!
The guitar fades completely as father, grandfather, and
granddaughter walk into the California sunset.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
37 -
A New Beginning
INT. NEXUS TOWER - HALLWAY - DAY
David Sterling walks down a corridor carrying a box of
personal items. His office has been cleared out.
ELENA walks beside him, professional to the end.
ELENA
The SEC fine is substantial, but at least there were no
criminal charges.
STERLING
(nodding)
Small mercies.
ELENA
What will you do now?
STERLING
(considering)
Maybe nothing for a while. Spend time with my daughter. Try
to be a better father.
(beat)
Or maybe start something new. Something that doesn't involve
manipulation and puppet strings.
They reach the elevator. He presses the button.
ELENA
For what it's worth, I think you did the right thing. Even
if the methods were questionable.
STERLING
(smiling slightly)
Questionable. That's generous.
The elevator arrives. He steps in, turns to face her.
STERLING (CONT'D)
Take care of the company, Elena. Make it something worth
being proud of.
ELENA
I'll try.
The doors close.
Sterling rides down alone, watching the floors tick by, his
reflection in the polished doors.
At ground level, he exits into California sunshine.
His phone BUZZES. A text from ANNA:
"Proud of you, Dad. Coffee tomorrow?"
He smiles, types back:
"I'd love that."
He walks away from Nexus Tower, the building that defined
him for so long, toward whatever comes next.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
38 -
Final Farewells
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - SONNY'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
A sterile but functional space backstage. Sonny sits on a
bench, hands already wrapped and gloved. His entire family
crowds around him - JENNY, SARAH, TERRY, ELLIE, and young
ALFIE.
In Sonny's arms sits AMANDA, looking healthier than we've
seen her. Her cheeks have colour, her eyes are bright, and
she's smiling.
AMANDA
Why can't I stay and watch the fight,
Granddad?
SONNY
You're not old enough, princess. You
wouldn't enjoy it anyway - lots of
people shouting and being noisy. You
know where you're going instead?
AMANDA
(excitedly)
Ben and Jerry's!
Sonny laughs, his voice catching slightly.
SONNY
Yey, Ben and Jerry's.
He pauses, the emotion of seeing Amanda so well almost
bringing a tear to his eye.
He kisses her forehead before gently handing her to Sarah.
He embraces both mother and daughter.
SARAH
(wiping away a tear)
Good luck, Dad. I'll see you later.
Terry steps forward and shakes Sonny's gloved hand firmly.
TERRY
All the best, Sonny. Do us proud.
Ellie approaches next, also fighting back tears.
ELLIE
Good luck, Dad.
SONNY
Thanks, sweetheart. Enjoy the fight
and look after your mum.
The family begins filing out, leaving only Jenny and Frank.
Frank checks his watch.
FRANK
We've got about five minutes, Sonny.
I'll give you two a few minutes of
peace.
Frank steps outside, closing the door behind him.
Jenny stands before Sonny, welling up but trying to hold
back tears.
SONNY
You don't have to watch, darling.
JENNY
(smiling through the emotion)
I've watched all your other fights. I
don't intend to stop now.
SONNY
(affectionately)
Well, give me a hug then.
They embrace, and Sonny is slightly surprised by the
strength of her grip.
SONNY
Woah, don't suffocate me before I go
in there.
She laughs but maintains her hold a few moments longer
before letting go. Tears now run freely down her cheeks.
Sonny attempts to wipe them away but gives up because of his
gloved hands.
JENNY
I'll do it.
She laughs, pulling a tissue from her handbag.
SONNY
You look beautiful.
JENNY
Pack it in, you silly bugger.
A KNOCK at the door interrupts the moment.
SONNY
Right, go and get to your seat, and
I'll see you in a bit.
Jenny leaves quickly, not wanting him to see her cry moments
before the fight. She opens the door and exits past Frank,
who looks down at the floor, understanding her emotion.
Frank enters and closes the door behind him.
FRANK
Come on then, son. One last time.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Family"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
A Moment of Connection
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM GRAND - RICKY'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
The contrast is stark. While Sonny's room was filled with
family warmth, this space feels almost monastic. RICKY sits
alone on a bench, wearing his boxing robe, head down, lost
in thought.
Opposite him sit JOE and ENZO CALZAGHE. The pre-fight talk
has finished, and the three men sit in contemplative
silence.
ENZO
(trying to lighten the mood)
So Ricky, didn't you want any friends
or family with you tonight?
Ricky looks up, his expression thoughtful.
RICKY
I've taken a break from friends ever
since all this started. It's been a
bit of a blessing, really. The
isolation has given me time to
reflect on friendships. Most of my
so-called friends were just in it for
the girls, the money, and the party
lifestyle.
An awkward silence follows.
JOE
(cutting in)
What about a girlfriend?
Ricky laughs, but there's no joy in it.
RICKY
Yeah, there used to be plenty of
them, Joe. Nothing serious, though.
JOE
You could always come back to Cardiff
after this. Find a nice Welsh girl.
RICKY
Yeah, maybe. Once this is all over.
The awkward silence continues briefly before a KNOCK at the
door.
RICKY
(loudly)
Come in!
The door opens, and FRANK steps in. Joe and Enzo, surprised,
immediately stand and shake his hand, greeting him warmly.
JOE
Frank! Good to see you, mate.
ENZO
Alright, Frank. How's Sonny doing?
FRANK
He's ready. Thanks for everything
you've done for the lad here.
Frank walks over to Ricky while Joe and Enzo return to their
bench, continuing to talk quietly between themselves.
FRANK
How are you feeling then, Ricky?
RICKY
(slightly taken aback by Frank's
unannounced visit)
Yeah, pretty good, Frank. Thanks for
dropping by.
FRANK
That's alright, son. I wanted Sonny
to have a few minutes' quiet time
with his missus, so I thought I'd pop
in and say hello. Good luck and all
that.
RICKY
(visibly moved)
Thanks, Frank. Thanks for being there
and sorting out Joe and everything.
He pauses, his emotions rising. Frank senses this and gently
taps Ricky's knee before slowly rising.
FRANK
You don't need to say anything more.
Just remember - it's only a game.
He walks toward the door. Ricky smiles as Frank opens it and
turns one final time.
FRANK
And keep in touch. I'm always here.
The door closes. After a momentary pause, Joe speaks up.
JOE
Well, it looks like you've found a
friend there, Ricky.
Ricky nods, genuinely touched by Frank's gesture.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
The Clash of Titans
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - FIGHT NIGHT - MAIN EVENT
FADE TO:
The lights dim dramatically as EMINEM'S "8 MILE" thunders
through the arena's sound system. The bass reverberates
through ninety thousand chests.
RICKY emerges from the tunnel, channeling Mike Tyson's
intimidating aesthetic. Black boxing robe with the hood
pulled up, casting shadows over his face. All-black shorts,
black boots with no socks - the complete dark warrior look.
His gear is simply adorned with "RICKMAN" - no flashy logos,
no social media handles.
The crowd reaction is mixed - a significant portion cheers
for the young challenger, while others boo the perceived
villain.
BBC COMMENTATOR MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
Ricky making a statement with his
entrance. Notice he's dropped the
"Richman" persona entirely - just
"Rickman" on his shorts. Wise
decision.This is a different man than
the one who started this journey.
BBC COMMENTATOR STEVE BUNCE (V.O.) )
Complete transformation. The all-
black aesthetic, the serious
demeanor - he's embracing the heel
role but in a more mature way.
Ricky climbs through the ropes with purposeful intensity.
Joe Calzaghe and Enzo follow him up the ring steps, their
faces focused and determined.
The music fades, and the arena falls into a state of
anticipatory silence.
Then, like a bolt of nostalgic lightning, BONEY M'S "SONNY"
fills the arena.
The crowd ERUPTS. Ninety thousand people rise to their feet
as one.
SONNY emerges from the opposite tunnel wearing classic white
shorts with a red band and matching white boxing boots. His
white robe flows behind him as he walks.
Both his robe and shorts display his traditional Spitfire
motif - a World War II Spitfire aircraft viewed head-on, all
four gun turrets blazing.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
And here comes the legend! Listen to
this crowd! Sonny's sticking with
tradition - same entrance music he's
used throughout his career, same
classic Spitfire design.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
Look at the difference in their
approaches. Ricky's all business, all
intimidation. Sonny's casually
acknowledging the crowd, waving,
smiling. He looks like a man at
peace.
Sonny moves through the crowd with the casual confidence of
someone who belongs on this stage. He touches hands with
fans reaching over the barriers, completely relaxed despite
the magnitude of the moment.
Frank follows closely behind, his weathered face betraying
none of his inner tension.
As Sonny climbs the ring steps, the camera catches him
looking across the ring at Ricky, who stands in his corner,
hood still up. For a moment, their eyes meet.
Sonny nods respectfully. After a beat, Ricky nods back.
The music fades as both fighters settle into their
respective corners, twenty feet apart but worlds away in
their approaches to this defining moment.
Genres:
["Drama","Sports","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
The Calm Before the Fight
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - FINAL PREPARATIONS
RICKY'S CORNER:
ENZO stands close to Ricky as JOE CALZAGHE helps remove the
black robe, revealing Ricky's sculpted physique underneath.
His focus is laser-sharp, eyes fixed straight ahead.
MIKE COSTELLO (CONT'D)
Look at the condition Ricky's in.
Absolutely shredded. And notice he
took a moment to respond to Sonny's
nod earlier - this young man means
business tonight.
ENZO
(leaning in close)
Ricky, listen to me. We've been
through this a hundred times. Use
your jab, find your distance, nothing
reckless. Keep up the pressure, but
stay smart.
Ricky nods curtly, his jaw set with determination.
CUT TO SONNY'S CORNER:
FRANK helps Sonny remove his white robe, revealing a lean,
wiry frame that belies his 56 years. In stark contrast to
Ricky's intensity, Sonny continues acknowledging the crowd,
even blowing a kiss toward his wife and daughter in the
front row.
FRANK
He's going with the intimidation
mode, boy. We've seen that a hundred
times before.
SONNY
(still waving to fans)
I know, Dad. Seen it all before.
FRANK
You know what to expect - he's going
to press from the start. Just do what
you've been doing all your life. Keep
him at your pace. If he starts
getting too aggressive, well... good
luck to him.
Sonny smiles and nods as Frank carefully inserts his mouth
guard.
THE RING ANNOUNCER:
The arena lights focus on center ring as MICHAEL BUFFER, the
legendary ring announcer, resplendent in his tuxedo, raises
the microphone.
MICHAEL BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen... tonight's
next event is an exhibition bout
scheduled for eight rounds of boxing.
The crowd roars in anticipation.
MICHAEL BUFFER
Introducing first, fighting out of
the red corner, wearing black
trunks... from Los Angeles,
California... with a boxing
exhibition record of nine wins and
one defeat... weighing in at 225
pounds... RICKY... RICKMAN!
Ricky raises his gloves, receiving that familiar mix of
cheers and boos. He bounces on his toes, all business.
MICHAEL BUFFER (cont'd)
And his opponent, fighting out of the
blue corner, wearing white trunks
with red trim... from London,
England... with a perfect
professional record of twenty-eight
wins and ZERO defeats... weighing in
at 190 pounds... the former
undefeated cruiserweight champion of
the world... SONNY "THE SPITFIRE"
TANNER!
The arena explodes. Sonny raises both gloves, acknowledging
the deafening ovation with genuine appreciation.
Michael Buffer pauses, letting the tension build to its
peak.
MICHAEL BUFFER
Let's get ready to RUMBLE!
The crowd reaches a fever pitch as both fighters move toward
centre ring for the referee's final instructions.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Sports","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
Round One: Clash of Styles
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - ROUND ONE
The BELL RINGS with a sharp, metallic clang that cuts
through the arena noise.
RICKY immediately springs from his corner, literally running
to the center of the ring, guard held high and tight. His
intensity is palpable.
SONNY walks calmly from his corner, the veteran taking his
time, measuring his younger opponent.
As they meet in the center, Sonny raises his guard to chest
level.
Ricky throws a tentative left jab - more of a range-finder
than a serious strike. Sonny leans back smoothly, avoiding
it.
Both fighters keep their heads moving cautiously, feeling
each other out. Ricky then unleashes a quick double jab
combination, but Sonny sidesteps left, making both punches
miss cleanly.
This time SONNY counters with a sharp left hook that finds
its mark, connecting solidly with Ricky's face. The crowd
roars.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
First blood to Sonny! Beautiful
counter left hook!
Ricky immediately turns and pushes forward aggressively as
Sonny backs up toward the center of the ring, maintaining
his distance and positioning.
Ricky attempts a double jab combination - the first misses
completely, but the second clips Sonny lightly on the chin.
Immediately, Ricky follows up with a powerful right hook,
but Sonny sees it coming and ducks smoothly underneath.
As Ricky's right hand sails over his head, SONNY explodes
upward with a straight right hand that catches Ricky before
he can pull his guard back into position.
Without missing a beat, Sonny follows with a crisp straight
left jab that snaps Ricky's head back, forcing the younger
fighter to tie up in a clinch.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
And there's that legendary hand
speed! One-two combination from
Sonny, and Ricky's forced to hold!
The referee separates them quickly.
As the round continues, a pattern emerges: Ricky lands some
wild, looping shots early, but Sonny immediately establishes
control through fluid countering and superb ring
positioning.
From the outset, Sonny's superior timing becomes evident. He
makes Ricky overcommit to his power shots, particularly a
left hook that keeps missing its target as Sonny's subtle
movement leaves Ricky punching air.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
This is exactly what the experts
predicted. Sonny's making Ricky fight
his fight, controlling the pace and
distance.
The round bell RINGS. Both fighters return to their corners,
but it's clear who won the opening stanza.
RICKY'S CORNER:
Ricky sits heavily on his stool, breathing hard from the
intensity. ENZO immediately gets to work with the water
bottle while JOE CALZAGHE leans in close.
JOE CALZAGHE
You're rushing it, Ricky. Slow down.
Remember what we worked on - he's
making you come to him.
ENZO
(toweling Ricky's face)
You're telegraphing that left hook,
son. He's seeing it coming from
Cardiff.
JOE CALZAGHE
Listen to me - double up on the jab
like we practiced. Make him respect
it first, then you can work inside.
Stop trying to take his head off with
every shot.
RICKY
(nodding, catching
his breath)
Yeah, yeah. I felt good when I caught
him.
ENZO
That's right, but be patient. He's
not going anywhere.
SONNY'S CORNER:
FRANK calmly applies Vaseline to a small cut near Sonny's
left eye while Sonny takes measured sips of water.
FRANK
Beautiful work, son. You're making
him fight your fight already.
SONNY
He's strong, Dad. When he connected,
I felt it.
FRANK
Course you did. But did you see how
wild he got after you caught him?
That's his weakness - he gets
emotional. Keep making him miss, keep
countering, and he'll start getting
frustrated.
SONNY
(smiling slightly)
Just like we used to do with the
young lads at the gym.
FRANK
Exactly. Same tactics, bigger stage.
You've got this.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Sports","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
43 -
Round Two: Dominance and Desperation
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - ROUND TWO
The bell RINGS for Round Two. Both fighters meet in the
center, but Sonny's demeanor has shifted—more aggressive,
more purposeful.
SONNY immediately steps on the gas, increasing his volume
significantly. Where Round One was about establishing
control, Round Two is about imposing his will.
A crisp left jab snaps Ricky's head back, followed
immediately by a straight right hand that catches him clean
on the chin.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
Sonny's turned up the heat!
Beautiful one-two combination!
Ricky tries to respond with his own jab, but Sonny slips it
effortlessly and counters with a sharp uppercut that lifts
Ricky's chin.
As the round progresses, Sonny's punches come in
combinations—jab, straight right, then another jab. His
rhythm is hypnotic, his timing perfect.
Ricky attempts to press forward as his corner advised, but
every advance is met with precise counter-punching. A double
jab from Ricky finds only air as Sonny leans back, then
steps in with a short uppercut followed by a straight left.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
This is vintage Sonny Tanner. He's in
a rhythm now, and that's dangerous
for any opponent.
Ricky's earlier aggression begins to visibly diminish as the
round wears on. His punches become more tentative, his
footwork less confident. He's struggling to connect
meaningfully while absorbing clean combinations.
A particularly crisp three-punch combination from Sonny—jab,
right hand, left hook—has Ricky backing up toward the ropes,
his guard higher, more defensive.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
Ricky's looking rattled now. That
early confidence is being
systematically broken down by Sonny's
precision.
By the final thirty seconds of the round, the contrast is
stark. Sonny moves with the fluid confidence of a master
craftsman, his rhythm completely intact. Ricky looks
increasingly desperate to land something significant but
can't find the range or timing.
The round bell RINGS. Sonny walks calmly to his corner,
acknowledging the crowd's approval. Ricky trudges back to
his stool, clearly frustrated.
RICKY'S CORNER
Ricky slumps on his stool, shaking his head in frustration.
There's a small cut above his left eye from one of Sonny's
uppercuts.
JOE CALZAGHE
(urgent but controlled)
Ricky, listen to me. You're doing
exactly what he wants—you're fighting
his fight.
ENZO
(applying ice to the
cut)
He's picking you apart at range, son.
You need to get inside, make it ugly.
JOE CALZAGHE
Remember what we worked on—when he
throws that jab, you step to the side
and get close. Don't try to out-box a
master boxer.
RICKY
(breathing heavily)
I can't get near him. Every time I
move forward, he's already gone.
ENZO
That's because you're thinking too
much. Stop trying to be pretty. Rough
him up, lean on him, make him carry
your weight.
JOE CALZAGHE
You're stronger, younger, and bigger
than him. Use it or you're going to
lose every round.
SONNY'S CORNER
FRANK works methodically, checking Sonny's hands and
applying a small amount of Vaseline. Sonny breathes easily,
completely relaxed.
FRANK
Perfect, son. Absolutely perfect.
You're making it look easy.
SONNY
He's getting frustrated. I can see it
in his eyes.
FRANK
Good. That's when mistakes happen.
But don't get cocky—he's still
dangerous. One big shot and
everything changes.
SONNY
I'll be careful Dad.
FRANK
Maybe not, but respect his power.
Keep doing what you're doing—make him
chase you, pick him off. He'll start
taking bigger risks soon.
The 10-second warning bell sounds.
FRANK
Stay smart, stay patient. You're
three minutes away from being three
rounds up.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Sports","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
44 -
Round Three: The Art of Dominance
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - ROUND THREE
The bell RINGS for Round Three, and any hopes that Ricky
might implement his corner's advice quickly evaporate.
SONNY continues his masterful clinic, now showcasing the
full range of his boxing artistry. He works from versatile
angles—stepping to his left, then right, making Ricky
constantly adjust and guess.
A sharp jab from an unexpected angle catches Ricky off-
guard, followed by a slick right hand from a completely
different position. Sonny's footwork is poetry in motion.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
This is why they called him "The
Spitfire." Look at those angles! He's
hitting Ricky from positions the
young man didn't even know existed.
Ricky tries to implement his corner's advice, pressing
forward to get inside, but Sonny's varied punches keep him
at bay. An uppercut stops his advance, then a side-step and
left hook punishes his attempt to follow.
As the round progresses, Ricky becomes increasingly
tentative. His trademark power shots—the ones that built his
reputation—simply can't find their target. Every time he
loads up for a big punch, Sonny's already moved or is
countering with lightning-quick precision.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
Ricky's looking more and more
hesitant. When a power puncher can't
land their big shots, doubt starts
creeping in.
Sonny's conditioning and precision begin to tell. While
Ricky's breathing becomes laboured and his movements
slightly sluggish, Sonny appears as fresh as he did in Round
One.
A particularly beautiful sequence sees Sonny slip a wild
right hand from Ricky, counter with a short left hook to the
body, then immediately come back upstairs with a straight
right that snaps Ricky's head back.
By the round's end, the contrast is striking. Ricky shows
visible wear—his face slightly swollen, his breathing heavy,
his confidence shaken. Sonny remains virtually unmarked,
moving with the same fluid confidence, acknowledging the
crowd that's now completely in his corner.
The bell RINGS. The pattern is becoming undeniable.
RICKY'S CORNER
Ricky sits heavily, his face showing the effects of Sonny's
precision work. A mouse is forming under his right eye.
JOE CALZAGHE
Ricky, you're letting him dictate
everything! You have to take risks
now.
ENZO
(working on the swelling)
Three rounds down, son. You need to
do something dramatic or this fight's
getting away from you.
JOE CALZAGHE
Forget everything we practiced about
being patient. You need to crowd him,
make him uncomfortable. Risk getting
countered—you're losing anyway.
RICKY
(frustrated, breathing hard)
He's just... he's too good. I can't
touch him.
ENZO
(firmly)
Bullshit. He's fifty-six years old.
His body will break down. You just
need to find him once.
JOE CALZAGHE
Next round, you go to the body. Hard
shots to the body. Make him feel his
age.
SONNY'S CORNER
FRANK works calmly while Sonny sits relaxed, barely
breathing hard.
FRANK
Textbook, son. Absolutely textbook.
You're making it look like a training
session.
SONNY
(confidently)
I can see him breaking down, Dad.
He's starting to doubt himself.
FRANK
That's dangerous for us. Desperate
men do desperate things. He's going
to start taking big swings, so be
ready.
The 10-second warning sounds.
Five more rounds, son. Keep doing
what you're doing.
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45 -
Round Four: Pressure and Adaptation
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - ROUND FOUR
The bell RINGS for Round Four, and immediately the fight's
dynamic shifts.
RICKY explodes from his corner like a man possessed,
implementing his team's desperate advice. He applies intense
aggressive pressure, throwing heavy hooks with bad
intentions, determined to close the distance at any cost.
For the first time in the fight, SONNY is forced to adopt a
purely defensive posture. He moves backward steadily, using
textbook shoulder rolls to deflect Ricky's power shots while
under heavy fire.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
This is what Ricky needed to do! He's
finally bringing the fight to Sonny!
Several of Ricky's heavy hooks find their mark, particularly
to Sonny's right ribcage. A particularly vicious left hook
to the body makes Sonny wince visibly, though he remains
composed and continues his defensive movement.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
Those body shots are starting to
tell. You can see Sonny feeling them.
Despite Ricky's early success in the round, his aggressive
approach begins to create openings. As Ricky loads up on his
power shots, Sonny starts to adapt his movements better.
Toward the end of the round, Sonny begins to slip shots more
effectively and counter with precision. As he circles the
ring, maintaining distance, he tags Ricky with accurate
straight lefts that snap the younger fighter's head back.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
And there's that boxing IQ! Even
under pressure, Sonny's finding ways
to counter.
A particularly clean straight left from Sonny, thrown as he
moves laterally, catches Ricky flush on the chin just as the
round comes to an end.
The bell RINGS. For the first time, both fighters look like
they've been in a real fight.
RICKY'S CORNER
Ricky sits down with slightly more confidence, though still
breathing heavily. His corner works urgently.
JOE CALZAGHE
(animated)
THAT'S what I'm talking about! You
hurt him with those body shots!
ENZO
(applying ice to Ricky's face)
Did you see him wince? You've got him
thinking about those ribs now.
JOE CALZAGHE
Keep doing that. Press him, make him
carry your weight. He's starting to
slow down.
RICKY
RICKY
(more hopeful)
Yeah, I felt him backing up. Those
body shots definitely hurt him.
ENZO
Good. Now you've got his attention.
But watch those counters—he caught
you clean at the end there.
JOE CALZAGHE
Don't worry about the counters. You
finally made him uncomfortable. Keep
the pressure on.
SONNY'S CORNER
FRANK works more intently now, checking ribcage while
applying ice.
FRANK
How are the ribs, son?
SONNY
(wincing slightly as Frank probes)
I think I might have fractured one,
but I'm alright. He caught me with a
few good ones.
FRANK
That's what happens when you get
backed up. You can't fight going
backwards against a bigger man.
SONNY
I know, Dad. I started getting my
timing back toward the end.
FRANK
Good. But you need to establish
distance again. Stop letting him
crowd you. Use your jab more, keep
him at the end of your punches.
SONNY
(nodding)
I’m being too defensive.
FRANK
You won the first three rounds easy,
but you can't give him free rounds
like that. Get back to boxing, not
surviving.
The 10-second warning sounds.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Control the distance, control the
fight.
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46 -
Tactical Showdown in Round Five
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - ROUND FIVE
The bell RINGS for Round Five, and Sonny emerges from his
corner with renewed purpose, implementing Frank's tactical
adjustments.
SONNY begins to re-establish his rhythm, leading with his
straight left jab to control distance. His deft footwork
returns as he uses lateral movement to control the timing of
exchanges.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
Sonny's made the adjustment! He's
back to using his jab to keep Ricky
at bay.
Sonny targets both Ricky's head and body with sharp,
chopping southpaw shots. A crisp left hand to Ricky's
temple, followed by a quick body shot, then back upstairs
with another straight left.
RICKY remains aggressive and forward-moving, pressing the
action as his corner demanded. He manages to land several
more heavy right hooks to Sonny's body, each one making the
veteran fighter grimace slightly.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
Ricky's still getting to those ribs.
That body work is paying dividends.
However, many of Ricky's power shots begin missing their
target as Sonny's improved movement continues to frustrate
him. Where Round Four saw Ricky overwhelming Sonny's
defense, Round Five shows the veteran's ability to adapt and
counter-adjust.
A particularly nice sequence sees Sonny slip a big right
hand from Ricky, immediately counter with a left uppercut,
he then step to his right and lands a clean straight left as
Ricky tries to reset.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
Beautiful boxing from Sonny! That's
championship-level ring generalship.
By the round's end, it's clear that while Ricky has found a
formula that can trouble Sonny, the veteran's superior
boxing skills continue to give him the edge in exchanges.
The bell RINGS. Both men have settled into a genuine
tactical battle.
RICKY'S CORNER
Ricky sits with mixed emotions—confidence from landing body
shots, but frustration at missing so many power punches.
JOE CALZAGHE
(analytical)
Good work to the body, Ricky, but
he's adjusting to your pressure. You
need to cut off the ring better.
ENZO
He's moving too much. You're chasing
him instead of trapping him.
JOE CALZAGHE
When he moves to his right, you step
with him. Don't let him dictate where
the fight happens. Make him stand and
trade with you.
RICKY
(breathing hard)
Those body shots are definitely
bothering him, though. I can see it.
ENZO
Absolutely. Keep going there, but be
smarter about it. Set them up with
the jab first.
JOE CALZAGHE
You're in this fight now, Ricky. But
you need to be more patient with your
power shots. He's starting to time
them.
SONNY'S CORNER
FRANK and the team continue working on Sonny's ribs while
the veteran breathes slightly heavier but with slight
discomfort.
FRANK
Much better that round, son. You got
your jab working again.
SONNY
(touching his ribs gingerly)
Those body shots are adding up, Dad.
He's got some power.
FRANK
I know, but you can't let that change
how you fight or you'll start getting
get caught upstairs.
SONNY
(nodding)
Right. I need to keep moving, keep
the distance.
FRANK
Exactly. And mix in more body shots
of your own. Make him think about
something else besides targeting your
body.
SONNY
Good point. I've been headhunting too
much.
FRANK
Three more rounds, son. You're still
ahead, but this kid's not going away.
Stay smart.
The 10-second warning sounds.
FRANK
Jab, move, counter. Don't get drawn
into a brawl.
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47 -
Round Six: The Turning Tide
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - ROUND SIX
The bell RINGS for Round Six, and RICKY explodes from his
corner with the ferocity of a young Mike Tyson, sensing his
moment has arrived.
Ricky lands hard shots early, pressing forward with bad
intentions. His punches carry the weight of desperation and
determination combined.
SONNY tries to employ his usual defensive tactics, bobbing
and weaving to avoid the onslaught, but there's a noticeable
difference—his movements are slightly slower, his reactions
a fraction delayed.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
Ricky's coming out like a man
possessed! And Sonny... Sonny looks
like he's starting to feel his age!
Ricky continues pressing, sensing that Sonny is beginning to
tire. The cumulative effect of five hard rounds is starting
to show on the veteran.
Then it happens.
Ricky catches Sonny with a vicious right hand to the body
that doubles him over slightly, immediately following up
with a devastating left hook to the head.
The impact is thunderous. SONNY is knocked clean through the
ropes, tumbling onto the fight commentators desk as the
crowd erupts in shock.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
Oh my God! Sonny's down! He's been
knocked through the ropes!
The REFEREE begins his count as Sonny struggles to his feet
on the arena floor, visibly winded and shaken.
REFEREE
...SIX! ...SEVEN! ...EIGHT!
Sonny climbs back through the ropes just as the referee
reaches nine, his face showing the strain, his breathing
labored.
REFEREE
Can you continue?
Sonny nods, but his usual calm confidence has been replaced
by survival instinct.
The remainder of the round becomes a relentless blitzkrieg
of offense from Ricky. He dominates with pure power, sensing
blood in the water.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
This is unbelievable! Ricky's turned
this fight completely around!
Sonny retreats on pure survival instinct, using every
defensive trick in his arsenal just to reach the bell. He
covers up, ties up when possible, and moves
constantly—barely hanging on as Ricky pursues him around the
ring.
The final thirty seconds feel like an eternity as Ricky
throws bombs, looking for the finish.
The bell RINGS, saving Sonny from further punishment. He
stumbles back to his corner while Ricky raises his arms,
energized by his dramatic turnaround.
RICKY'S CORNER
Ricky sits with newfound confidence, his team electric with
excitement.
JOE CALZAGHE
(ecstatic)
THAT'S IT! That's exactly what we
needed! You've got him hurt!
ENZO
(animated)
Beautiful combination, son! Body,
then head—exactly like we practiced!
JOE CALZAGHE
He's tired, Ricky. You can see it in
his eyes. He's not the same fighter
who started this fight.
RICKY
(breathing hard but confident)
Did you see how slow he was getting
up? I've got him now.
ENZO
Two more rounds, and this fight is
yours. But don't get careless—hurt
fighters are dangerous.
JOE CALZAGHE
Keep the pressure on.
JOE CALZAGHE
He's going to try to hold and
survive. Don't let him breathe.
SONNY'S CORNER
FRANK works frantically as Sonny sits heavily, clearly
shaken and breathing hard.
FRANK
(urgent but calm)
Sonny, look at me. How are you
feeling?
SONNY
(winded, touching his head)
I'm alright, Dad. Just... caught me
clean.
FRANK
That was a hell of a shot, but you're
okay. You've got two rounds to get
through.
SONNY
(still catching his breath)
He's stronger than I thought. Faster
too.
FRANK
Listen to me—he's going to come out
looking to finish you. You need to
stick and move, don't trade with him.
Just survive the next round, then
we'll see where we are.
SONNY
(nodding slowly)
He’s getting tired too, Dad.
FRANK
That's right. And remember what I
taught you about being hurt—it's all
about heart now, son.
The 10-second warning sounds.
FRANK
Two more rounds. Everything you've
worked for comes down to the next six
minutes.
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48 -
Round Seven: The Turning Tide
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - ROUND SEVEN
The bell RINGS for Round Seven. SONNY emerges from his
corner breathing heavily, the effects of the previous round
still evident.
RICKY charges forward immediately with wild hooks, sensing
he has his opponent hurt and wanting to finish the job.
But SONNY shows the heart of a true champion. Despite his
fatigue, he stays composed, slipping punches with the subtle
head movement that made him legendary.
As RICKY loads up another bomb, SONNY does the
unthinkable—he starts coaching Ricky.
SONNY
(moving, calm)
Press, Ricky. Guard up. Stop
reaching.
It lands like a slap. RICKY bristles—pride over technique.
He barrels in, shape unraveling: feet square, chin high,
elbows flaring, slinging wild hooks in a furious rush.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
He's tutoring Ricky! That's either
genius or suicide!
Sonny is backed against the ropes but employs the classic
'Philly Shell' defensive technique, rolling his shoulders
and using subtle upper body movement. The majority of
Ricky's head shot attempts either miss completely or glance
harmlessly off Sonny's shoulders.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
Brilliant defensive boxing! Ricky's
punching himself out!
As the round progresses, RICKY begins panting hard from his
aggressive assault. His punches start to lose their snap as
fatigue sets in.
But with about 45 seconds remaining, Ricky finds his mark. A
perfectly placed left body shot catches Sonny flush in the
ribs, and the veteran drops to his knees, grimacing in pain.
REFEREE
ONE! TWO! THREE!
Sonny struggles to his feet, using the count to recover,
making it up just before the referee reaches ten.
REFEREE
Can you continue?
Sonny nods, but he's clearly hurt.
Sensing the end, RICKY charges in to finish Sonny off,
throwing caution to the wind as he lunges forward for the
knockout blow.
But as Ricky commits completely to his attack, SONNY
demonstrates why experience matters. He counters with a
lightning-fast two-punch combination to Ricky's body,
followed by a perfectly timed right hook to the jaw.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
WHAT A COUNTER! Just when you think
Sonny's finished, he finds something
extra!
The right hook catches Ricky flush on the chin, causing his
legs to wobble dramatically. For a moment, both fighters are
hurt and exhausted.
Sonny prepares to surge forward to capitalize on Ricky's
sudden vulnerability, but the bell RINGS, ending the round
at the most dramatic possible moment.
Both fighters stumble back to their corners, the outcome of
the fight hanging in the balance.
RICKY'S CORNER
Ricky sits heavily, his legs still slightly unsteady from
Sonny's counter shot.
JOE CALZAGHE
(concerned)
How's your head? Can you see clearly?
RICKY
(shaking his head to clear it)
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just caught me
off-guard.
ENZO
That old bastard's still got some
tricks. You had him down and he comes
back with that.
JOE CALZAGHE
Listen to me—this is close. One more
round, that's all. But you can't rush
in like that again.
RICKY
(breathing hard)
He's hurt, Joe. Those body shots are
killing him.
ENZO
Maybe, but he just proved he's still
dangerous. Be smart this last round.
JOE CALZAGHE
Three minutes, Ricky. Three minutes
and this fight could be yours.
SONNY'S CORNER
FRANK works intensely as Sonny sits with obvious discomfort,
holding his ribs.
FRANK
(urgent)
How bad are the ribs, son?
SONNY
(wincing)
Bad, Dad. But I can go one more
round.
FRANK
That counter you threw—beautiful
work. Shows you've still got
something left.
SONNY
(managing a slight smile)
Had to remind him who he's fighting.
FRANK
One more round, Son. It’s close on
points now, but you hurt him with
that hook. He's not invincible.
SONNY
(determined)
I'm not going out on my back, Dad.
FRANK
That's my boy. Three
minutes—everything you've got left.
No holding back.
The 10-second warning sounds.
FRANK
Win or lose, son, you fight like the
champion you are.
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49 -
Final Round of Respect
INT. WEMBLEY STADIUM - THE FINAL ROUND
The bell RINGS for the final round. Both fighters emerge
from their corners breathing heavily, exhaustion and
determination etched on their faces.
They walk slowly to the center of the ring and touch
gloves—a moment of mutual respect before the final battle.
SONNY walks forward with his gloves deliberately low, using
himself as bait. He takes a few glancing shots from Ricky,
drawing the younger fighter in closer.
Then SONNY explodes with devastating precision—a left hook,
right uppercut, left hook, right uppercut—a four-punch
combination that forces Ricky to stumble backward to the
ropes. The cut under Ricky's eye opens worse, blood
trickling down his face.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
What a combination from Sonny! He's
digging deep just like the old days!
As Sonny approaches to finish the job, RICKY gathers all of
his remaining reserves. He manages to duck under Sonny's
follow-up jab and delivers a crushing right hook to the
body.
Sonny is visibly hurt, doubling over from the impact.
Seizing the opportunity, RICKY manhandles Sonny, using his
size and strength to throw him into the corner. He unleashes
a desperate volley of head shots, forcing Sonny to return to
his Philly Shell defensive technique.
STEVE BUNCE (V.O.)
Both men are running on empty now!
This is pure heart and determination!
Ricky unleashes everything he has left, but Sonny manages to
duck low and escape from the corner, slipping out along the
ropes.
As RICKY turns to pursue him, SONNY seizes the opportunity
for his own desperate last attack. A left hook to the head,
followed by a right uppercut that sends Ricky stumbling back
into the same corner.
As Sonny approaches, RICKY swings a desperate right hook
that narrowly misses as Sonny leans back with perfect
timing.
SONNY immediately returns fire with a body shot, then
follows with a perfect uppercut that catches Ricky square on
the chin.
RICKY slides down the corner post, landing in a seated
position, dazed and hurt. He begins to struggle to his feet
but slips back down as the REFEREE'S count reaches six.
REFEREE
FOUR! FIVE! SIX!
Sonny, breathing heavily, approaches the fallen fighter and
does something unexpected.
SONNY
(shouting)
Ricky! If you're serious about this,
get your ass up!
Ricky looks up at Sonny, one knee on the floor, his right
gloved hand clutching the rope, desperately trying to hoist
himself up.
REFEREE
SEVEN! EIGHT!
In an extraordinary moment of sportsmanship, SONNY moves
forward and extends his gloved hand. Ricky, with tremendous
effort, accepts the hand and allows Sonny to pull him to his
feet just before the ten count.
REFEREE
NINE! He's up! Fight continues!
With only seconds remaining in the fight, both men stand
exhausted in the center of the ring. RICKY slowly moves
forward, barely able to keep his hands raised, his legs
unsteady.
As he approaches, SONNY steps back slightly, giving his
opponent room.
Ricky moves forward and attempts one final jab, which Sonny
avoids easily. But this time, there is no counter-attack
from Sonny.
The FINAL BELL RINGS, ending eight rounds of absolute
warfare.
Both fighters immediately embrace in the center of the ring,
their mutual respect and admiration evident as the crowd
erupts in a standing ovation.
MIKE COSTELLO (V.O.)
What a fight! What an absolute war!
And what sportsmanship from both men!
Frank and Joe Calzaghe enter the ring simultaneously,
embracing their fighter as the arena thunders with
appreciation for what they've just witnessed.
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50 -
Victory and Sportsmanship
INT. THE RING, WEMBLEY STADIUM - POST-FIGHT
The ring is now crowded with PRESS, MEDICAL TEAMS, CAMERA
OPERATORS, and officials. The atmosphere is electric with
post-fight energy.
JENNY and SARAH push through the crowd and enter the ring.
Sonny immediately embraces his crying daughter, holding her
tight as the emotion of the moment overwhelms them both.
SARAH
(sobbing)
Dad, I'm so proud of you!
SONNY then turns to his tearful wife, embracing and kissing
her as the cameras capture the intimate family moment.
JENNY
(through tears)
You scared me to death out there, you
silly old fool.
SONNY
(smiling, exhausted)
But I did it, didn't I?
Meanwhile, FRANK approaches Ricky's corner where RICKY sits
on his stool, looking deflated despite his valiant effort.
FRANK
Well done, Ricky. You done yourself
proud out there. I reckon in a few
years, you could get a proper shot at
the title.
Ricky looks up and smiles, extending his hand to Frank.
RICKY
Thanks, Frank.
FRANK
Now, if you're looking for a
trainer...
ENZO cuts Frank off with a big smile.
ENZO
He's already got a trainer, Frank! If
he fancies coming to Wales?
Ricky laughs despite his disappointment.
RICKY
Two offers in one night—that's a
first for me.
Their conversation is interrupted as MICHAEL BUFFER
approaches the center of the ring, microphone in hand. The
crowd falls silent in anticipation.
MICHAEL BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, after eight
rounds of epic boxing, we go to the
judges' scorecards for a decision.
The arena holds its collective breath.
MICHAEL BUFFER
We have a split decision.
Murmurs ripple through the crowd.
MICHAEL BUFFER
Judge Williams scores the contest
115-113... for Tanner.
The crowd stirs with anticipation.
MICHAEL BUFFER
Judge Rodriguez scores the fight 114-
113... for Rickman.
The arena erupts in surprised gasps. Everything comes down
to the final scorecard.
MICHAEL BUFFER
Judge Thompson scores the bout 116-
112... for Tanner.
The crowd EXPLODES in cheers and applause.
MICHAEL BUFFER
(raising his voice over the noise)
The winner by split decision... and
STILL undefeated former cruiserweight
champion of the world... SONNY "THE
SPITFIRE" TANNER!
The arena erupts in thunderous applause. Sonny raises his
arms in victory, but immediately turns to embrace Ricky, who
graciously accepts the gesture despite his disappointment.
In the background, Frank beams with pride while Jenny and
Sarah cry tears of joy and relief.
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CREDITS ROLL
BONEY M'S "DADDY COOL" BEGINS
The upbeat, celebratory music fills the arena as the credits
roll over scenes of:
Sonny and Ricky embracing in the center of the ring, Sonny
raises Ricky's hand in the air and the crowd roars it's
approval.
Frank shaking hands with Joe Calzaghe and Enzo
Amanda being lifted into the ring by her mother, looking
healthy and radiant.The crowd on its feet, applauding both
fighters Slow-motion highlights of the greatest moments from
all eight rounds.
FADE OUT.