In the gritty streets of West Perrine, Florida — a forgotten two-square-mile stretch of South Miami-Dade where violence is routine and opportunity scarce — survival is a daily fight. With over a third of residents unemployed and many men dead or imprisoned before thirty, dreams here are short-lived. But one man refuses to go quietly.
Dhafir “Dada 5000” Harris, a towering 6’3”, 270-pound force with a mohawk and a mission, once fought alongside his childhood friend, the late Kimbo Slice. When Kimbo’s camp buried footage of Dada’s explosive debut — afraid he’d steal the spotlight — Dada turned from fighter to founder. He carved out his own arena, transforming his mother’s backyard into a raw, makeshift coliseum for the desperate and the fearless.
No referees. No medics. Just pride, pain, and a promise of fast cash. Dada’s backyard fight league became an underground phenomenon — a brutal stage where men brawled bare-knuckled not for fame, but for survival. In this blood-and-concrete battleground, Dada emerged as the self-made Don King of the streets, channeling chaos into something resembling hope.
Dawg Fight dives into this world where the American Dream is stripped to its rawest form — two men, one ring, and the will to rise above the wreckage.
