I was nine years old the first time I hit my father and made him bleed. He was proud.

It's now five years after his father's death, and fourteen-year-old George is the man of the family. He knows all too well how brutal the life of a fighter can be. Didn't it kill his father?

But Monty, George's younger brother, has a completely different attitude. Boxing comes naturally to him. It's in his blood. He thinks of it as his father's legacy.

Unless George figures out a way to stop it, will boxing kill Monty, too?