Tragedy strikes as petty jealousies potentially ruin the career of a self-sacrificing international mixed martial arts contender, but the love interest in question and an opportunistic manager make deals with that very same brat to save the career of their honourable true champion.
Yet the date of the sought after fight doesn't give him enough to heal, and one stiff blow could instantly kill him.
He bears this in mind and wilfully responds to the challenge, death in the ring being infinitely preferable than a lifetime passed having disappointed his fans.
His coach, trainer, and lover eventually accept his decision, having expressed their discontent, and realized their aid is paramount.
But the ring doesn't hold the Russian Hammer's (Aleksey Chadov) fiercest foe, as thugs try to force him to disreputably dive.
Egocentric extremities.
Illicit, unsound.
Patriots and psychotics perniciously square off to wield Russia's HAMMER (Versus), honesty and deception contending therewithin.
It's bare bones, built, direct, no pussyfooting around agendas with esoteric mumbo jumbo, just good guys stuck dealin' with wickedness, making the most of it, as a dedicated matter of principle.
It impeccably sticks to its straightforward format and actively achieves its combative goals.
I can't fault it for that.
But if Rocky's in Moscow, this film's still far east of the Urals, not to say writer Oleg Malovichko can't also reach such a goal, but it will take some time, more passion, deeper digging, and a laid-back blizzard stew.
Winter's coming.
Plenty of time to sit back and write.
*Original title, Versus.
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