Watching Lance pace nervously in the ring, Hank glances around at the others and then taps his knuckle on the fight bell, making a tiny ding. As Lance looks up in alarm and he sees the others look over, Hank smiles and points up at the portrait of Phil Wakamatsu.
"When I was a kid, old Phil was an inspiration to me. I wished he was my dad, if you believe that. My dad... he was one of those guys got pushed around. He let it happen and let it break him little by little. By the time I got to know him, he believed Drummond was as broken as he was."
He reaches up to scratch beneath his beard, pulling at the graying hairs.
"But not Wakamatsu. He knew that the people of Drummond were good, and strong, if he could just show them how. He looked at our beautiful old beater of a town and he fixed her up. Everybody knew we weren't New York or L.A. or Chicago, but he showed us what Drummond could be. We got pride, and we got grit, and we got strong hands that'll knock you out if you push us."
"Well, that's what this crooked cop has been doing. Petrovich has been pushing and pushing for months, trying to make people live in fear. And he thinks he can do what he wants 'cause he's got a badge?"
Hank punches the mat, making the ring vibrate.
"I say HELL. NO. That ain't what the One Two is about. It ain't what we're about. And that sure as hell ain't what Rumble City is about! I say we show this goon what happens when you push around the good people of Drummond. When you throw your weight around, we don't get scared. When you try to break us down, we fix each other up. And when you abuse your tiny amount of power and try to hurt our friends, we get ready to rumble."
Hank takes one last look back up at the portrait of Wakamatsu and nods.
"I don't know much, but I know that." Then he raps on the bell once more and kneels by the front window where he's got a good view of the street, and can release the rope holding the weights if needed.
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