they said you were good.  ha!
can't you get me any quality sparring partners?
ah, master kim.
are all you guys named kim? so, what did you think?
learn english, will ya? and, tell me something i don't know.
don't come here any more, you hear? over a little more to the left, sam. the masseur nods and adjusts his technique accordingly.
it's hard being me, you know. so much pressure.  ext. coliseum  day people are streaming into the large building. the marquee out front reads "diamond nationals".
the finals.
i was never worried. he's no match for me. i just hope the 2nd place trophy is a belt!
carson! drew carson! i can't believe it! i come half way around the world, and run into you! i heard you left the city, but i didn't know losing to me drove you into being a monk!
he take a vow of silence too? nice hair, drew. if he took a vow of chastity too, honey, you see me after this fight, 'kay? he puts his arm around ashema and lets his hand slide down onto her rear end.
wish me luck, huh? he walks off, and drew, who still hasn't said a word, stares after
i'm not done!
i want him!
i want to face the american who is now a shaolin monk! i want to learn at the hands of a master!
i want the american shaolin!
so, let's see what you've learned.
bull! you're just chicken!
come back here! you can't just walk away! drew steps out of the ring and walks over to where san de is standing. they bow, and the pride is shining in san de's eyes.
i thought the shaolin monks were warriors, not babies! look at him  he is too scared to face me!
the shaolin monks are pussies! warrior-monks? ha!
how about you, baldy? or you?
remember last time, punk?
stay still, dammit! stand and fight! and he dances out of the way. trevor is getting more and more angry. soon, drew tires of this game and decides to end this quickly. he goes after trevor, and it is immediately obvious that trevor is completely outclassed. drew scores on trevor at will, and soon has trevor totally confused and helpless with a mixture of high kicks, takedowns, flips and punches. trevor drops to one knee, his hands down at his side, note even bothering to defend himself. drew grabs trevor by the front of his uniform and pulls back his right hand in a fist. he is going to put him out with a good old- fashioned roundhouse punch.