Cedric Brandon Jones

Uppercut (2025) throws you straight into the mess and glory of Cedric Brandon Jones’s world. He’s not just your average underdog—he’s a guy with more baggage than a lost-and-found at the airport, trying to punch his way out of the shadows. Set in a city where everyone’s got their own hustle, Cedric’s story isn’t some glossy sports flick. It’s raw, gritty, and honestly, a bit heartbreaking. The film kicks off with Cedric scraping by, juggling dead-end jobs while training at a rundown gym that’s seen better days—like, way better days. He’s haunted by a past mistake that cost him his shot at the big leagues, and you can feel him carrying that weight in every scene. The gym’s full of misfits and dreamers, all clinging to their own scraps of hope. You can practically smell the sweat and desperation. But Cedric’s not the type to just give up. He’s stubborn, sometimes to a fault, and when a chance at redemption pops up—thanks to a shady promoter with questionable morals—he takes it, even though everyone tells him he’s crazy. The fights aren’t just about fists and footwork; they’re about proving something to himself, and maybe, just maybe, making peace with his past. Uppercut isn’t afraid to get ugly. There’s no sugarcoating the pain, the losses, or the way life just keeps throwing punches. But there’s a bit of hope, too—a sense that maybe, if you keep swinging, you can find your way out.