(intense music)
- Gentlemen,
ladies,
welcome to Coyote Creek.
You've been split into two teams,
red,
and black.
The goal is to capture as many headbands as possible
from the other side.
Today, people across from you
are not your friends.
They're not your brothers.
They are the enemy.
Last team standing
wins.
- How do we get the headbands?
- By any means possible.
No rules.
- Use your judgment.
This is just a training exercise.
- Sure.
But remember, this is your life.
You lose it,
you die.
- Hey guys!
Sorry I'm late.
Traffic on the 118 was a real bitch.
Put Coyote Creek into the nav,
nothing came up.
- What have you done to yourself?
- Oh the-
Yeah you know what, I just decided to flip the script.
Hawk style, respect.
Heretofore,
you can refer to me
as Sting Ray.
(intense rock music)
- Yeah all right chubs.
He's on your team.
- Terrific.
- What happens at the end of this if it's just you and me?
- Then I guess I'll have to rip that
pretty little headband off your head.
- This headband's staying right where it is.
(leaves rustling)
(laughs)
(intense rock music)
(both grunting)
(laughs)
- He's all yours.
- No.
(both grunting)
- Ladies first.
(grunts)
- Thanks.
(both grunt)
- No hard feelings.
- No mercy.
(grunting)
(intense rock music)
(dramatic music)
(hawk calls)
- Aah!
(both grunt)
- What the hell, man?
- Sorry, ass-face.
- Today, you're the enemy.
Makes five kills.
Guess I earned my medal of honor.
(intense music)
(creek babbles)
(tranquil music)
- It's all right, Miss Robinson,
you'll get them next time.
- They got you out too?
- Yeah.
I guess it's just Hawk and Miguel left.
(birds calling)
- Finally a worthy opponent.
So you're the one that trashed Miyagi-Do?
- They're the enemy.
I had to put them in their place.
- So that means you had to trash their dojo
and steal the medal of honor?
- What do you care?
Just cause you still have a thing for Sam
doesn't mean I have to go soft.
- I'm not soft,
and this isn't about her.
- Yeah, sure it is.
You want the medal so bad?
Come and take it.
(music swells)
(both grunting)
(leaves rustle)
(both grunting)
- Is that Miguel and Hawk?
(both grunting)
- Is that all you got?
(grunts)
(both grunting)
(intense upbeat music)
(heavy breathing)
(metal clanging)
- That's all I've got.
(slow dramatic music)
(exhales)
- Finish him.
(grunts) (body slams)
- Team Black!
(all cheering)
- Looks like that champ of yours
is developing a real killer instinct.
(leaves rustling)
- You know the thing about sting rays is-
- Oh! - They lie and wait
for the perfect opportunity
to strike!
(grunts)
- The Red Team just won!
(screaming)
(all cheering)
- Good work Sting Ray.
- Thank you Sensei.
(all cheering)
- Was was that?
That's not how I taught you to fight.
- It's what Sensei Kreese taught us.
This isn't a tournament,
this is real life.
- Is that how you want to live your life?
(dramatic music)