"...you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps." - Marcellus Wallace.
It's 1993, in a fictionalized version of Los Angeles, California. A shop-worn boxer named Butch Coolidge is receiving a pep talk from a mob boss who's paid him to take a dive. Despite the aforementioned warning about pride, Coolidge succumbs and having double-crossed the boss and bet on himself, he beats his opponent mercilessly. Later that night he would find out from a taxi driver that his fellow pugilist died of his injuries. He would tell her that he felt nothing.
