Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Subtitle: “Like a Rocky... but grimier.”
Genre: Urban Sports Drama / Gritty Underdog Story
Rated: R (Language, Violence, Gritty Themes)
He ain’t a champ yet.
But he talks like one.
Carmelo “Cocky” Cruz is a mouthy, hard-headed street kid from the Bronx who’s known more for throwing hands on corners than fighting in rings. With no manager, no gym membership, and no plan B, he runs his own training out of abandoned buildings, laundromat basements, and subway stations.
He’s got fast hands, a mean hook, and a slick smile — but what he doesn’t have is discipline. Not yet.
When a retired trainer sees him drop a local golden gloves prospect with a single punch behind a deli, he gives him one shot:
Get in the gym. Clean up your rep.
And fight your way into the underground circuit.
But the hustle don’t stop just 'cause you’re training. Cocky’s got to dodge shady promoters, care for his sick moms, and outfight dudes with 10x the resources — all while carrying the weight of a nickname he gave himself.
Because in New York?
You don’t just fight for belts.
You fight for respect.
Subtitle: “Like a Rocky... but grimier.”
Genre: Urban Sports Drama / Gritty Underdog Story
Rated: R (Language, Violence, Gritty Themes)
He ain’t a champ yet.
But he talks like one.
Carmelo “Cocky” Cruz is a mouthy, hard-headed street kid from the Bronx who’s known more for throwing hands on corners than fighting in rings. With no manager, no gym membership, and no plan B, he runs his own training out of abandoned buildings, laundromat basements, and subway stations.
He’s got fast hands, a mean hook, and a slick smile — but what he doesn’t have is discipline. Not yet.
When a retired trainer sees him drop a local golden gloves prospect with a single punch behind a deli, he gives him one shot:
Get in the gym. Clean up your rep.
And fight your way into the underground circuit.
But the hustle don’t stop just 'cause you’re training. Cocky’s got to dodge shady promoters, care for his sick moms, and outfight dudes with 10x the resources — all while carrying the weight of a nickname he gave himself.
Because in New York?
You don’t just fight for belts.
You fight for respect.