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Previously on Heels. Violence sometimes suggests a deeper issue going on with a

child. It's a miracle we got out of that meeting with them agreeing to let

Thomas back in school.

They wanted us to acknowledge punching as wrong. Punching is always wrong.

Mr. Jackson!

I'm sorry to burden you with this. You're my friend, not a burden.

You can stay here as long as you want.

My name is Crystal Thomas!

Congrats again, superstar.

So why are you here?

Ace, suits from up north sent me to scout him. He's not going to leave what

we're building.

I've been calling Ace since last night.

He's gone.

I'd like the restroom key, please. Gotta buy something. I got cold, cherry cold.

Stick them all up your ass, sir.

Let me buy you a meal, partner.

Go find some other runaway to make s'mores with.

If you're hiking and camping Dover Springs, I hope you're all geared up. I

just going to wear these.

You're going to hike in soccer shoes? It's pretty rough terrain.

the shore find you to find the

peace the truth

Stirrin' Jack had the girls come to dinner to maybe invest in Daddy's

league. Cake is our way of saying please.

Please sounds better with cake.

I got a good feeling about this.

Great.

I hope the good feelings turn into money.

You stole a piece of cake.

No, I didn't. Don't be standing twice at once, stealing and lying. Move it. You

said I could have a piece. After Eddie had his. Pants down.

I'm sorry, Mommy. Too late for sorry. Pants down.

What the hell's going on?

It's all a piece of cake, then, lad. I won't be mother to a liar.

Daddy's doing his second, Carol.

You're unreal.

You got the sponsorship, Donald. This is going to be great for the whole town.

Something great, Eddie. Bye. Thank you.

Eddie Earl's giving us some money.

Daddy is so happy.

Now, Jack.

Mommy's job is to show her son how to behave.

Chasing thy son while there is hope and let not thy son spare for his crime.

Proverbs 19, 18.

You became a better person today.

I'll get some cream for your boo -boos.

Put my phone down.

You're going to use the landline until we find Ace.

Ace don't want to be found.

This is Dad's belt.

And I wear it sometimes to remind me to not be you.

I've been thinking a lot about you.

How you behaved.

Well, boo -hoo.

Now give me my phone.

Ace needs to be left alone. You don't know what Ace needs any more than I do.

Know this, though.

If me and Ace end up killing each other, you will have played a big part in why.

Fuck! One more.

I can't.

I disagree. Come on.

Here we go.

Push. Come on.

Yes.

Nice. Okay.

You look great.

Yeah, thanks for pushing me to dig deep.

In that case, almost there.

Andre buying me this bag.

Too generous.

Oh, look, Pop, now that I'm the champ at Dystopia, I'll make this in a day.

Yeah, I worry about you and that car crash wrestling they do at Dystopia.

You'd never catch Rocky Johnson using barbed wire to beat a man.

Do it with his bare hands.

Look, Pop, I got this.

Look, I'm going to go work out now. You text me if you invite a lady over here

to break in your new bed.

I'm going to need their heads up.

Okay. Okay.

All right. All right. Now, listen, I know how loud you can get.

Let's rip this fart together.

The time has finally come.

He's one of the greatest to ever step between the ropes.

Three -time world champion, six -time tag team champion, the only man to

three different species and defeat two of them. It's the Wild Bill Hancock

Podcast.

Diego Carmouth here, your masked menace luchador producing.

Bill, you said you wanted to cover not just wrestling, but life. You want each

episode to be wide -ranging and estranging.

Diego, my goal is to use the truth to offend as many people as I can.

So, look, lots to discuss.

But your fans got tons of questions, and they're going to fast forward until

they get the answers. So let's talk DWL first.

Folks have had difficulty following all the swerves at the DWL lately.

Crystal defeating both you and Jack Spade.

Defeat's a dubious conclusion.

Well, she has the belt. You do not. Is that not a defeat?

A setback is not a defeat. Uh -huh.

Now, Crystal, in her rise to DWL champ, had since had Ace Spade and Bobby Penn's

valet. Correct.

But she re -enlisted as your valet bunny bombshell.

I say that, Lassie, from the swamp.

But the moment I was in need of the very services a valet renders, she forgot

everything I'd done for her. The only reason she can hang with the big boys is

because I taught Crystal Tyler everything she knows. Now she's proven

worthy to learn the rest of it in the opposing corner of the ring. I don't

if you're a man, woman, or alien species.

You step through those ropes and cross the bill, you're going to get the horns.

Life is long. Yes, sir.

Tell us what occurred at the State Fair with Charlie Guttier. My sense of honor

occurred. Gully crashed our event. I took umbrage.

Yeah, you claimed you had a bout of involuntary digestive distress.

I've stated facts.

God created the sphincter so that shitting by design would be voluntary.

sphincter's a goddamn damper for the rectum. Acids don't leak unless they're

poisoned. Despite that, you swallowed your shame in pursuit of the belt.

I'm a competitor first, gentleman second.

Charlie Gully attempted to disrupt an athletic contest. Once I discovered I

some accidental excrement pooled in the seat of my pants, I made use of it.

You threw a clothesline?

And then I shit -stamped his face.

It was as if fate herself proclaimed, here is a man you'd like to eat shit,

presenting his mouth as a fortuitous receptacle.

Boom!

Lemons into lemonade, kids.

Woo!

Hey,

I'm going to grab some Egg McMuffins. You want one?

No. How about for Jack?

Jack's out of town. To when?

We got to promote the next show. Did he give you a script? Nope, just said I was

in charge. Holy shit.

Was he stoned?

Wait, you're in charge?

Yay!

Group power!

I've got to focus.

I'm a griddle and sausage.

Go.

I sprained my ankle. You got another line you could toss down?

Janice! What?

There's a guy down here.

Says he might have broke his ankle.

I'll call in a rescue chopper. No, no, I sprained it. Just a sprain.

A sprain can be worse than a break.

Can you just let me try to climb up, please?

All right, Janice, no chopper this time. Just drop down another harness. Let's

help this guy out.

So, I was thinking we'd do a backstage interview.

A medical update on Wild Bill after Crystal kicked him into oblivion. Bill

the promo, shifts the blame to the crowd.

I love it.

We should make Bobby our backstage robin reporter.

His leg's still healing, but he's so stiff and robotic.

Done. So Bobby gets Bill's reaction to all that went down last week.

Crystal won is what went down. Yes, she did. So Bill tells the crowd how tough

you are, but then he calls you a piece of shit.

so that he can bring it all back around later saying, all that nice stuff I said

about you before, it's just going to make beating your ass all the more

Perfect. You don't need to give me my due.

I took it.

It's going in.

Hey, Willie, is Ace doing all right?

Right now, Ace is just a blinking dot on his mother's phone somewhere not here.

Could be two towns over, could be Tallahassee.

The only thing that Jack suggested was that we start off with your championship

celebration. So I'm thinking you come out on the mic, you know, pound for

I'm the best wrestler there is in the DWL, and I'm on top because you all

believed in me. You really make the crowd feel part of it.

Y 'all have taken me this far, and it's going to be one hell of a ride seeing

where we go from here together.

Exactly. You're the antithesis of Bill, but we don't want to see the two of you

mixing it up again until we string the story out further.

So instead, we have the dad interrupting on the mic. You know, sort of surrogate

for Bill, complaining about a woman holding a man's title, blah, blah. Wait,

dad? He's so nice. Dad's a douche.

Really? I didn't know that. In the story. Keep up, kid.

You said it so emphatically.

I've got no idea what he's like in real life. I should probably find out if he's

even a real dad.

Okay, maybe the dad says some shit like...

You're welcome to become the stepmom and do my laundry.

Shit, now I hate the dad. Now I want to see you beat his ass. Why don't I just

whoop his ass right then and there? Why wait?

Roses for Crystal, the new champ left outside.

Secret admirer.

What?

First flowers for me ever.

Just know that secret admirer might also be a secret serial killer.

Oh, uh, Jack left Willie in charge. I know.

So great, right?

Girl power.

Girl power. Please stop saying that. Girl power.

Here comes the new El Jefe in the house. Hey, La Jefa Amina.

Hello. Jack's just taking some days off. Bill, did you just call Willie a

heifer? La Jefa is the boss in Spanish, Debbie.

Crystal, you got to check the gram. You're getting marriage proposals.

Roses, too.

Secret admirer. Okay, here's what I'm thinking. Will, two sacks. Got to send a

text.

I don't care, Paula, whether it's cash, comma, Bitcoin, comma, or doubloons,

comma, get me paid.

And send. Thank you. Carry on. Okay. So we're going to kick it off with a

celebration of Crystal's championship. Really? Sorry.

What is a doubloon? Ancient Spanish currency. How ancient? Like back when

bankrolled Columbus?

Guy. Columbus was a genocidal assassin hired by racist Spaniards. They're

conquistadors, and they learned that from the Romans. So, Bill's backstage.

Bobby, now you're a reporter. Cool, yeah, use me how you need me. Ooh,

free -use guy, folks.

Hey, hey, I got a surprise.

Follow me.

If it's just dick and a hot dog bun, I'm grabbing and not letting go.

This is my buddy. How you doing?

Where'd you go, Dad?

I've just been at home.

I miss you. Can you come get me?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I just got to do a little something first. Won't be long,

though. Could you put your mother on the phone for a second?

She's on a run.

Dad, when can I come back to school?

We met with the school. You're no longer suspended.

Mommy said they hadn't decided yet.

I will call your mom to clarify.

We'll fix it. Okay, Dad. Thanks.

I love you.

Love you too, buddy. You stay positive.

Surprise!

I kept the secret.

Mario Kart. I call Toad. Oh, I call Diddy Kong, so... Diddy Kong hasn't been

Mario Kart since the week. Yeah, I did not know that. Too generous, Eddie.

Well, yeah, you can watch vignettes, backstage stuff, interviews.

Totally. Okay.

Okay, back to work, folks. We can also have movie nights.

Oh, yeah, we got action. No, why don't we set that tutorial for later?

Oh, no, no, you're going to love it.

You're going to want to see what happens.

Everyone, please, shut up!

Sorry, Annie, it's just...

We should have called first. I am so sorry.

Jack left Willie in charge.

Oh, well, isn't that just wonderful?

Well, everything is great. Just, you know, as usual, there's a lot to do. So

thank you for this.

We'll put it to good use. We're so grateful.

Everyone start warming up.

Bill, may I speak to you privately for a minute?

Jack is gone. Ace is gone. I need you to be ring general out there, not number

one jackass on the jackass most wanted list.

Help me keep the group focused. Coach him up, keep him disciplined. Got it?

aye, commandant.

Give a jangle if you need a sounding board.

Okay.

Good and generous, Earl family.

You must excuse us. We've got to whip this unit into a shape worthy enough to

on your big screen TV.

It's actually a video wall.

Jim, it appears your life philosophy is to wait until someone says something,

then make them feel stupid for saying it.

I'm just trying to tell the truth, even if it offends someone.

Come on, bro, listen to our podcast.

All right, well, we'll let you all get to work, kids.

Okay, how about a round of applause for Eddie and Amy?

Okay,

Crystal and Jim the Giant Jesuit, you're up first. Into the ring.

Let's get that call because I won't tell anybody.

Bro. 46 people, including Big Jim, have already streamed the podcast.

That's so cool, man. You deserve it. Thanks, man.

I'm telling you, man, they've got to start listening to my ideas around here.

I'm going to get some graphics templates for this video wall, help our game. I

can help bring this place to a whole new level.

I hope they listen to you, man. Your genius is untapped.

Yes, it is.

Don't worry, you've got two of them.

Hey, when Crystal...

Kissed me at the fair? What do you think that meant?

Did it see it?

She tongue you?

No. Did she suck on your lip? Like, you know, kind of clamping down for a

second, then pulling back and making a very faint popping sound?

No. Did she lean onto your thigh and kind of, you know, linger there,

her entire body weight onto you, centering it with her crotch?

No, it did not happen in the way that you just described.

Based on all that, no clue.

Ask her what the kiss meant.

How in the heck am I supposed to ask a question like that? Well, you just asked

me a question like that. Ask her the same question.

Bro, she's getting marriage proposals and flowers and she's hot as shit.

And also very, very cool.

It's a miracle she's single.

Make your move.

Her lips have at least touched yours.

It was a kiss on the lips, right? Don't be fucking telling me it was on your

forehead or on your cheek. No, no, no. Lips were involved.

Hers and mine.

Make your intentions known.

If you whiff, on to the next.

Good.

Knee.

So I can't believe you survived.

I know how to fall.

I was a wrestler.

Professional wrestler.

Ice every 15 minutes. And next hike, leave the soccer shoes behind.

Get yourself some nails. I got 52 million styles.

But don't get cute and bother Claude.

Claude's only good for getting the mail.

Hey.

Stay a little longer.

We can get high.

Fool around.

All of us?

He must be concussed.

I thought you were being nice because you wanted to hook up.

Come on, buddy.

Read the room.

Pal, if you interpret being nice as an invitation to fuck, you don't know what

being nice looks like.

I misinterpreted the situation.

Yes, you did.

Damn. Be better.

Well, he attempted to disrupt an athletic contest. Once I discovered I

accidental excrement pooled in the seat of my pants, I made use of it.

You threw a clothesline? And then I shit -stamped his face.

It was as if fate hurt him.

One second, pal.

Hey, it's Charlie. We have a message.

Golly, it's Rooster.

We need to meet up.

Someone is talking shit about you.

Anytime you want to switch beds, love, just let me know.

I like the air kind.

Dad called while you were running. He said I could go back to school.

Oh.

Maybe the school finished their paperwork.

He said he was home all this time.

You said he was on a trip.

Well, he must have come back early.

Are you and Dad getting divorced?

I want to be home.

It's okay, love.

It's not.

You said he was on a trip.

You lied.

You're not a good mommy to keep me away from him.

Hey, mister, sit yourself up right now.

You will not say that to mommy. You have no idea what it is to be a mommy. You

can't just say those words and not have them hurt me.

And you can't say them thinking they will hurt me and expect me to just sit

and take it. You understand?

I'm sorry, mommy.

I don't want to be mean. I'm just sad.

I miss daddy.

I miss him so much.

Hey, y 'all.

Everything okay?

You did a good job at this script.

It's all over the place. It's real good.

Can't be great in the first draft.

Jack left you in charge because he trusts you won't completely fuck it up

might. Don't shit on it or I'll have to tackle you.

Would that be a bad thing?

I know. I got to focus.

So the dad ragdolls Crystal through the table.

She'll sell it well, like it.

We can't just book some bullshit where she gets to glow up without getting her

ass kicked sometimes.

Jack and I thought the same thing. Keep her down on the farm so she's got

adversity to overcome. That's what they're paying to see.

My narrative lies when women conquer a man's world, men don't exactly roll

No, they go back hard.

But that's what she wanted, right? To win the belt?

Man had the belt, so to win the belt, she had to fight men. Whether she

or not, she's got to get her face pushed in a few times. What do you mean,

whether she deserves it or not?

I can't say she deserves to get her face pushed in. If you get in a boxing ring,

do you deserve or not deserve to get punched?

Are we saying Crystal was unaware of the pitfalls of her pursuits?

Okay. So the dad ragdolls crystals through the table. She's out cold. It's

brutal. But then she stirs. She needs to sell the pain to the crowd. Hit all the

ises. Let them empathize and realize and crystallize her pain.

Okay.

Hey, I'm working on the next card.

Wow, you're working late, huh?

How long do you think you'll be? I don't know. Jack left me in charge. I've got

to figure it all out. The card, the stories, all of it. Jack's letting you

matches now?

Believe me, I know.

Well, Robin needs help writing an essay.

I guess you're the helper.

Ted, if it makes you feel better, Willie's hooking up probably one of the

shows we've ever done.

Hello, Bill.

She's working us all into overtime, Tedly.

But when the material's good, you don't mind.

Uh -huh.

Well, I'll let you two go.

But then she stirs.

Come home, please.

How the fuck you find me?

Find my phone app on Mom's phone.

Mom's tracking me?

You share locations.

You're still in the family plan.

When I die and go to hell, first thing I'm gonna do is find Steve Jobs and beat

the fuck out of him.

I hope that's not true for you or Steve Jobs. Unless he was... Unless he was

mean to his cats or something.

You look kind of banged up. You're looking kind of fuck you.

Never again.

Stopped at our family sharing to fuck off.

I was hoping I was going to have you come home.

Fuck off's just the tip of the icicle, Dick Jack.

Fuck you with a massive icicle, Dick.

She called. housekeeper. You should fuck off. With an icicle deck.

I heard you.

Was the room this trash when you checked in?

Nope. Had a bash.

Been meeting some great people across the U .S. today.

Cool.

I got some cash on hand for my last gate receipt.

Figured that if you were going to be gone for good, you'd need it.

Stealing from the DWL bank now, huh?

It's hard to steal from what's ours.

Don't say ours.

You made me think it was ours. It's yours. Dad bequeathed the DWL to you.

Because he wanted me cursed.

Oh, curse my ass. I've seen the buzz building with Crystal.

Without me.

DWL's taking off like you always dreamt. Yet my brother's in the Mississippi

motel room and my wife's near left me. Maybe you should ask yourself why. What

the fuck do you think led me here? Mom's phone.

I'm here.

Hat in hand.

Because I have been thinking about it. About how to get sympathy.

About my brother.

About how my actions have affected you and Stacy and Thomas.

Dear old brother Ace.

Blah. Wife and son.

Blah.

Heard it all before, Jack.

This is not going how I expected.

Because you're not scripting it.

I'm not just going to say what you want me to. I know all that.

I need to say something.

And then I will leave.

May I sit?

When Bill came to you with that big -time contract offer, I was stunned.

I wasn't.

Not because I don't realize how great you are, but because I've come to rely

your talent, your persona.

It was dynamic.

DWL was working.

I could see our shared future together.

And then Bill showed up with a golden picket just for you.

I was not prepared for that.

You were going to take your talents elsewhere.

Just like LeBron, motherfucker.

When that happened, that threw me.

I guess it kind of... I don't guess.

It knocked me down.

I was gutted.

Then I was embarrassed that I...

that I wasn't offering up congratulations to you.

And whether that was desperation or envy, both, what I am sure of is that

Humiliated me.

I used what I knew as your brother.

Things only brothers know.

To push your buttons.

That you did.

Then instead of owning up to that like a decent person,

I told myself it was for your own good.

Dad killing himself fucked me up.

More than I care to admit.

I loved him so much.

I hated him so much.

And I glossed over all that because I couldn't change it.

The love, the hate.

The way he was, the way he wasn't.

The way he went out.

You and me are trying to survive.

After finding out the spade men aren't supposed to survive.

We're supposed to come home and blow our heads off on the back porch and

let our sons clean us out.

My God.

That's terrible, Jack. That's... I am

truly sorry.

for the way that I've treated you.

Please come home.

Give me a chance to be a great brother to you.

You were never a bad big brother.

Only lately.

I'm not a good guy who deserves a great brother anyway.

I'm a shit heap all on my own.

No, you're not.

And you don't know me very well.

I know the heart of you.

Good uncle.

Teammate, friend.

Jack, I'm not a good guy.

Farthest thing from it.

These people loved you before I turned you heel.

Let me help make it right.

Jack, you know what I realized on this trip?

After several disturbing interactions,

I'm not good at making new friends.

I haven't made a new friend in years.

Making friends was never hard because I was always part of a team. I had, like,

Insta friends, guys I met through sports.

Everyone kind of had to be my friend.

That's not true.

Don't tell me that.

I do bad shit.

I say dumb things. I do dumb things. I broke Bobby's leg.

I left the DWL because no one really likes me. I'm gone because any other

promotion would have run me out of town. We're not any other promotion.

But the worst thing I've done, the worst thing I've done, is I told you you were

going to stay in Duffy.

And kill yourself like Dad.

He's forgotten.

I'm reminding you.

I'm that guy.

I'm the guy who said that.

What kind of guy says that to his brother?

Me.

It's in the past.

Don't matter.

Everything that came to me after that statement, I said in motion.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.

And yeah, yeah, you were kind of dickish about the belt.

I didn't have to say that.

And yet I did.

And I did it because I'm a selfish fuck who was praised his whole life for

sports. And now that sports are over, I don't know what the fuck to do when I

don't get it.

Not coming home, Jack.

Lord, please help me.

Please.

Help me.

I need help, Lord.

You know where you're going next?

Some... Wonderful unknown place called... Not Duffy.

Do West.

That's what they say, right?

Go West, young man.

You're not getting any younger.

Sometimes I think about Dad.

And if he's happier... Dead.

You ever wonder if it's, like, worse, what comes after this life?

I haven't spoke something this life.

I think the thing that made Dad a sad man is that he

wanted something he never got.

And that made him sad and mean.

I don't want something so much like being famous that I become sad and mean.

The only thing that keeps me going is not that I think that this life's going

be better, but that what comes after we die might be worse.

I may laugh hard on you.

I shouldn't have.

I'm really sorry.

Thanks for coming all the way out here, Jack, really.

If you ever feel bad about how things went down, just let it go.

It's forgiven.

For reals.

I care about you so very much.

See that?

The gas money.

And the room damage.

Really, I've been working on my reporter voice. Which sucks.

Diego, tell me why you're doing a move unscripted for the dad.

I told y 'all. I just thought me ragdolling Crystal might be more

For who?

Me? Because I was up till two working on that shit. I just thought you'd maybe

like this better. It's totally my fault. It wasn't totally your fault. The fault

is all of yours for not doing what I wrote. Would you do this to Jack? Huh?

I don't think so. Hey, y 'all gotta watch this. No, Debbie, not now. You're

really gonna mean it.

Just joining us, shocking video has surfaced of NFL linebacker Chris DiLeo

assaulting his wife.

The football star rag -dolling his wife follows a disturbing trend of athletes

and domestic violence, including All -Star shortstop Joe Kwiatkowski, who

punched his girlfriend at a Las Vegas casino.

White House Press Secretary Millicent Burgin had this comment moments ago.

The president condemns the current wave of violence as highlighted by the rash

of pro athletes caught on camera pummeling women. This Saturday, he and

First Lady will lead a call to action march on the National Mall in an effort

wipe out this national scourge. Informal protests have begun to form outside the

headquarters of the NFL and MLB. When we come back, red wine, superfood, or

super poison?

I'll take the rest of the day.

Turn that shit off.

Oh,

they fucking with you, Charlie.

And they fucking with your business.

Well, Bill has a lot of things.

Yeah, they're having a nice laugh.

They're funny guys.

Yeah, I can be funny.

Larry, I could be funny too.

is by far the greatest moment in my life.

A life that hasn't been too full of them.

When I won that strap, I was on top of the world, and y 'all helped put me

there.

Wow.

Hey, you.

Hey.

We're supposed to take the rest of the day off.

I was just thinking about how things might go and Willie and Jack talk.

Just wanted to walk through some stuff I was thinking.

Makes sense. You think they're gonna... You know, maybe.

Change things up? Yeah.

Yeah.

I get why.

It's like, you know, when a big tornado devastates a town, no one wants to watch

a tornado movie.

Yeah.

I just want to wrestle.

I can't tell people what things can mean or should mean or how whatever they're

watching means what it means.

You want to get something to eat?

Yeah, sure.

Cool.

Crystal, I've got to ask you something.

Yes, I was afraid Diego was going to drop me.

No.

It didn't mean anything when you kissed me at the fair.

Saying goodnight.

I thought I felt certain... A certain something extra.

Not really.

No.

Okay, then.

Yeah, it's a... Sorry to have asked.

I guess you can't really help it if you're naturally really good at it.

When it means something,

this is how I get it.

Any other questions?

Nope.

Good. Now, if you don't mind, after dinner,

We should probably just go to our neutral corners.

Cool down.

Focus.

Sure.

I'm just going to kiss you one more time first, though. Sounds good to me.

Hey.

Found him.

I'll come back.

Sorry, Jack.

He's going west.

Where? Not sure.

Wow.

Yeah.

Yep.

How's things here?

You haven't seen the news?

I've been calling you, texting you, nothing.

All right, well.

We need a women's division.

It's time.

Okay. Okay, so here's what I think we do. I think we bring in some stringers

a while. Women, you know, we can't have Crystal getting beat on each week by

every man on our roster.

And vice versa, she can't run through everyone. It's a nice little story.

pulled it off this far, but it's not sustainable for business.

You all right?

Look, there's a reason your dad didn't want Ace doing this.

He didn't think he was built for it.

He did think it was for you.

The last couple days have been good for me, though.

You know, I think I really found some story areas that we can write toward,

we can keep exploring.

I'm excited about where we can go.

I'm just sorry we had to pivot a bit with Crystal.

She's really...

See you later.

How in the hell did you get in here?

Still got my key.

You should really get a keypad, Jack. We had trouble working the spotlight at

first, but luckily my cousin Paul spent a summer touring with Billy Squire. What

was Squire's hit song again, Paul? Stroking?

Stroking. Get off my property.

Now.

Turnabout's fair play, Jack. You came on my property. Now I'm on yours. I

thought about sticking one of those big red bows they put on new cars on myself,

but that seemed like overkill.

Big boy, I'm here to give props.

I thought you painted yourself into a corner at the state fair, but you booked

your way right out of that. I mean, Crystal, wow. My hat is off, literally.

Very nice of you to drive all this way just to put me over. I want both of us

get over. I got a big heart.

It's time we did a cross promotion.

Your guys against my guys. One ring.

Red Rover, Red Rover. People go nuts. We get rich.

No thank you.

Leave your key on the way out.

A smart man, a man with dreams and obligations, stops walking for a second

hears me out.

Will that get you on your way faster? Think about it. I got your expat rooster

here on my payroll.

You decided to fuck with me and punch me three times. That crime is the most

viewed video on Dystopia's Instagram.

Bill and his big hairy fuck buddy Diego started talking shit about me on their

brand new podcast.

Now I want to beat their brains in. All of this is free story, Jack. The most

precious commodity in our business.

Jack, you know I was the best on the DWL roster. You can get all of this back.

At least for a couple of calls.

Fuck you, DeAndre.

Fuck you, Jack.

You fucking with my money when you fucking with dystopia. Oh, listen. All

are fucking with me.

I went down to Florida to get my brother.

Come clean, Charlie. You were poaching Ace.

Poaching Ace just like you poached Rooster. Don't use the word poaching me

I'm some fucking animal.

Or an egg.

Look, Jack, I just offered a couple guys a job.

Okay? Everyone is very tense with being fucked with. But here's the thing. We

live in an extraordinary time.

The meaning of fuck with has changed.

The meaning of fuck with... Has evolved.

How's it go again, Rooster? If I fuck with somebody, it used to be bad.

Now it can be good. So if I fucks with you, then we good.

So, I want to take the old definition, you fucked with me, bad, and turn it

into, I fucks with you, good.

Am I getting that right, Rooster?

Oh, you're a quick learner, Gilly. Yeah, well, young people keep me young. Jack,

there's money lying on the floor, and all we got to do is bend over and pick

up. Not interested.

Jack, I'm here with an olive branch.

Shove it up your ass.

That's not a nice thing to say.

It's not a nice thing to do with an olive branch.

When someone presents you with the peace offering, especially a potentially

lucrative one, you should treat it with some affection, not tell the guy he's

just jamming up his bum.

Would you take my olive branch out of my bum, Jack?

That way we can have peace.

Profit. And by the way, we can have olives.

You like olives, rooster? Yes.

Jack don't.

So maybe we should just go on ahead and go home.

That's a great idea.

Get the fuck on your way. Okay, Jack, I guess the time for smoking the peace

pipe is over.

What in the hell is happening? How many people you got hiding around here? Jack,

this fireplug of a man is my attorney, Sam Burfey.

He practices in Florida and Georgia, but he especially enjoys Georgia because he

says it's like fish in a barrel up here.

Sick him, counselor.

This is personal injury litigation pursuant to you trespassing onto

property and punching petitioner in the face. Yeah, you can't do that, Jack.

That's assault and battery, and that's against the law. My body is my body. I

have a right to its safety. You violated it. I lost a crown, I lost a feeling in

my jaw, and I also lost about $3 million worth of personal credibility.

You've been served. I'm so good at that.

Uh -uh, Jack.

Balls were cool.

Also an officer of the court is present. Me.

So one punch under these circumstances will secure petitioner's victory and

bring on a second lawsuit, which petitioner will also win.

Let me stick my chin out there for you, Jack.

Go ahead.

No? All right, slugger. Very good.

You seem to fancy yourself.

A master storyteller will tell me a story about a man who thinks he can

people without consequence.

That story's not this story.

But in the spirit of burying the hatchet, you get to decide what the

will be.

You help me restore my honor in the ring with a cross -promotion between the DWL

and dystopia, or I hit you back and take everything you got.

It is not for me.

to ask you why the consequences of punching me never occurred to you. Maybe

did, and you dismissed them.

Not smart.

So you decide if you want to take the olive branch out of my bum and work

together, or if you want to watch me take every goddamn dollar you make for

rest of your goddamn life.

I look forward to hearing from you.

All right, everybody, back in the club.

Can't believe you found me.

I care about you.

You shared a lot.

How's that?

Tender?

Yeah, a little.

Thought about you today.

You look different.

How so?

You didn't have any clothes on.

That was for Bobby, motherfucker!

Payback time!

Get him!

What the fuck are you doing? Fucking you up!

Say it again,

Mr. Spade. Hold it together, Ace. Oh, he said hold it together, Ace.

My name's Royce because race is race, number one.

I want you to don't give up the fight.

Compete! Compete!

It affects us that we can't have male wrestlers beating on female wrestlers

because people get upset when they see real men beat real women. I mean, okay,

fine, but how come they can't separate the two?

I, me, the Debs, know Crystal getting punched in the face is to pretend for my

entertainment, just like when it happens to Jack or Diego or Bill. I said this

exact thing to Bobby. Why can't people find it cool?

that a man twice the size of Crystal is launching her across the room. She's a

character. She's not dead, okay? She has the belt. We're going to make sure she

wins. We just don't want to look implausible every second. She needs

to fight against. You show me.

A woman who doesn't have to fight against men who can't.

So sad.

And the heck with the women who can't handle watching it. I'm so sick of

estrogen and fragile female anus.

or it's fertility or estrogen. It might just be people not want to think about

bad stuff while they're being entertained.

That might be it, too.

What on?

It's too late to say sorry.

I'm sorry I put the DWL first.

And I'm sorry that I haven't been the best of me.

I'm sorry I kept your son from you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

I love you so much.

I love you.

He missed you.

I'm almost baking.

Yes. Thank you very much.

Uh, Mom doesn't want me home.

Did I say here?

Uncle Ace!

I missed you.

Hey, dude.

A cross promotion to DWL and BLWD.

It's a bad idea.

I think it's a good idea.

I'm going to Florida to scope out some professional wrestling promotion.

He wants to discuss putting dystopia on TV.

Can you smell?

You're using me to buck up your fragile ego. We need, throughout Gully, Gully.

You want to play fuck, fuck?

Spin the wheel.