Original subtitles

Previously on Heels. Hey!

You okay?

Sprained my ankle. 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.

I'm sorry I put the DWL first.

I'm sorry I kept your son from you.

I'll stay here.

Shocking video has surfaced of NFL lineup for Crystal Leo assaulting his

This follows a disturbing trend of athletes and domestic violence.

We need a women's division.

Can't have Crystal getting beat on each week by every man on the roster. And

vice versa, she can't run through everyone.

It's a nice little story. We've pulled it off this far, but it's not

sustainable. 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.

for the answers I

will walk in the shore

find you to find the

peace that you

This morning, God didn't smile.

He didn't smile on me.

I was all alone.

I had no one to share.

You have time for lunch?

That's some kind of metaphor. I'd love to say yes.

But I got the count of people coming by, Leckie.

And then I got a meeting with Lori about the gullet thing.

Don't worry.

This is consultation three.

I'm not worried.

You decide what you're going to do.

We'll look things over, turn down Gully's offer, I'll lose in court, or

get tied up so long we go bankrupt.

Bill kind of agrees.

Probably not wrong.

I know they're not wrong. I just don't want them to be right.

What do you think?

Jack, there's a time if you'd lost at EW, I wouldn't have minded, but it'd

devastate you.

Also, we'd probably have to sell the house and end up living with your

No, that's not going to happen. I know.

Jack, I'm not trying to be a Pollyanna here, but have you considered maybe just

apologizing to Gully?

Man to man, saying sorry, let things get out of hand. Can we resolve this

another way?

Well, he's given no indication he's that kind of guy.

But, you know, man to man, I should.

That's elementary.

Obvious. And yet, I need you to point it out.

Thank you.

I

thought

he was out back.

You didn't check?

I was a little focused on you.

How embarrassing.

Don't worry, I didn't overhear you two not doing whatever it was you were

I was about to go now.

Where would I go?

Piggly Wiggly?

Sitting on the roof of the courthouse away from my office for everybody to

I was supposed to be a thousand miles away from here, brand new life.

Didn't even make it to Louisiana.

I know you're trying to figure things out.

There is a place for you here.

D .W .O. is always supposed to be the two of us working together.

Not according to Dad.

Well, I'm talking about us.

Our son should be getting on the same treadmill that put me here.

Not if we really did things together at that time.

The two of us.

Even Steven.

You'd still be you.

I'd still be me.

My whole life I had Dad's plan.

Then I had your plan.

I need my own plan that puts wrestling behind me.

Okay.

What can I do to help?

I just... I just need to stay here a couple more days.

Okay.

Holy shit.

Cheers.

Much better. And fast.

Crystal, come on up. Meet El Dorado, mountain of pure gold.

Real name's Tanya.

Hi. Jack told me you needed somebody to wrestle this week, so I made a phone

call and retained the services of this incomparable lady.

Welcome. Glad you're here.

Let's get after it.

My grip wasn't solid.

Try not to snatch Adele's wrist. Let her come to you. Maybe whip into a

crossbody this time.

Okay.

From Heather?

Hey,

no shame. No shame. It's y 'all's first dance together.

Y 'all want to try it without the whip?

If we can't land the spot now, how are we going to land it 15 minutes into the

match when we're both exhausted?

We could simplify.

Go with the clothesline. You nail me. I take the bump. We don't need to

simplify.

Hey, Elle is only here to put you over.

I can do the spot.

Same again.

Well, look at that. He showed up.

are smashing each other with floral tubes and barbed wire.

My guys, they're focused on storytelling and character.

I'm not asking you to cartwheel to the moon. It's a one -time card, your people

versus my people, okay? We do a whole build -up about the grudge between the

promotions. I've already told you, the most viewed video on our Instagram page

is you punching me in the face. So we have an obligation to follow through on

that setup.

Yeah, it's just not that simple.

What's going on here, Jack? I feel that olive branch tickling my taint. Jack

went to his lawyer, and Jack's lawyer said he wouldn't win in court.

And now he's trying to wig out for mud.

I know that I owe you an apology for coming to your place and punching you.

So I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

People say those words like vocalizing that particular string of vowels and

consonants is all that matters. I'm sorry. Wow, that changes everything. You

punched me on camera at my own promotion in front of a crowd conditioned to

shout, Gully is God, which means that you punched God, which kind of violates

the whole narrative character construction of God.

May I share with you some diplomacy in this business?

Jack, this is good business.

Now, I understand you got some momentum, but FWD has a bigger fan base, bigger

arena, and bigger social media.

We're giving you access to all of that. Yeah, if there's a good story. But if

the wrestling sucks, nobody wins.

Jack, it's wrestling. It's not Faulkner. Oh, well, he wants it to be. I don't

care, okay, Jack?

You've already admitted that I have you over a barrel.

Okay? Your punch means that I can file my lawsuit and take your promotion at

time. I want to do that. Okay? If you just do this cross -promotion, the slate

is wiped clean, your debt is paid, we can move on from each other. There is

one goal here.

To turn your punch from a shoot into a work so that my character is restored to

its rightful authority. So that is what we are going to do.

I will leave it to you two professionals to work out the details.

My daughter just won an academic scholarship to Notre Dame, so I promised

we'd go get sushi.

There's a sentence my parents never said.

Put dinner on my tab.

Can't believe you fucking work with that guy.

Ah, men with big egos don't scam me.

I work with you.

Look, we're gonna do this when you're doing this.

I don't know what the story is. Sure you do.

You practically wrote it longhand while you were bitching at Gully.

It's a brand war. Your style versus Gully's style.

He's your villain, you're his.

And the fans get to pick sides. And you get to yell out all the nasty shit you

feel about dystopia out loud.

Yeah, but who wins?

To be determined.

Probably a split decision.

Something that everyone can go home happy.

It's not gonna pop.

You're both gonna be yelling into the void.

Our fans are only going to hear our side, and your people are only going to

yours. You're right.

That's why I'm coming in as FWD's ambassador, the voice of the enemy

How'd I know you were going to give yourself a starting role in all this?

I knew y 'all wouldn't go give me one.

It's a every man for himself type of world.

I did one of those, you know, online masterclasses where one of them, you

action directors from, you know, the action movies and shit.

And he was saying, if you really want to convey pain, you got to set it up with

want and need.

So, yeah, I was thinking want and need got to go more into the stories, you

know.

Diego, trying to follow your train of thought is like trying to fuck a

in the cone of a tornado.

Did you call Man Beast Magoo about doing the podcast while we're at the

convention?

Alvin? No, but he doesn't commit to anything till the last minute.

It's going to be so cool.

When I was a kid in Miami, I taught me the stuffing out of all four

What you didn't see was him backstage barfing those turnbuckles back up. No

That shit's not going to digest.

I was looking at the superfan website.

They said the Texas Slinger was going to be at the convention, too. Jimmy John?

Uh -huh. Yeah, if he's sober, we'll get him for the podcast.

And I love that old promo where he smashed you with the guitar.

Man, I'll bet you guys had some times. Yeah, and I remember them all.

Sort of.

Wow.

I totally used to want one of these.

You can never find them.

Distribution problem. They only push certain parts of the line.

Hey, you're not going to be some gushing fanboy all day, are you? No. Because

this is work.

Mistake most wrestlers make is they treat these conventions as an ego

The status of my ego is irrelevant.

Goal for the day is the cathartic validation of the fan. The happier the

the more money they spend, of which I get a defined percentage. 50 %

100 % of all personalized merchandise.

Can I have one of these too?

I passed out on the floor and you left me down here all night?

Yep.

Good.

Don't ever pick me up.

If I'm on the floor, I deserve it.

Oh, I think I'm going to throw up. You're already dead.

All over the bathroom.

Oh, God, I'll clean it.

Yes, you will.

I'll tell Robin you're sleeping in.

Hey, Stacy, I hate to ask you, but Willie's AWOL. Could you handle the beer

delivery? Yeah, I can do it.

I'd reschedule, but I got to shoot an outside or we'll be dry this week.

I'm happy to help. I just have to get Thomas to his appointment at the

therapist. Hey, why don't you have Thomas hang with Ace after school?

Get both of them to get Ace out of the garage.

Good idea. See you soon.

Got your speech?

I'm not making a speech.

Jack's got to let you make a speech. It's your picture on the wall. He's

you to surrender the belt.

The national call to action on domestic violence is forcing me to surrender the

belt. Not Jack.

Hey, everybody.

Gather around.

Come on, now.

For as long as there has been a DWL, photos of our champions have lined this

wall. Whether they held the belt for a couple of years...

A few months, just a few days.

Crystal Tyler, you deserve to be up here.

Congratulations. Great work. Thank you.

Forgot my fancy dress.

Okay. Now, I could spend a lot of time explaining why, but I'm just going to

come out on a date.

The DWL and Florida Wrestling Dystopia are going to be doing a cross

-promotional card next month.

Oh, crime and a duck.

Come on, Jack.

Really? I know. I get it. Gooey's a fucking cunt.

Good God, Jim.

What's gotten into you?

Can't go just dropping hard C's with women present? No, it's okay, Ricky. I

agree with you. I don't know the guy, but I'll take your word for it.

I know it's not the easiest fit, okay, but dystopia. They got a bigger fan

They got more resources.

And we are going to tap in to all of that.

So, from here on out, it's all hands on deck.

Jim, Bobby, Ricky, getting your gear. 30 minutes outside.

We're going to shoot an offside.

Okay, we're going to kick off this storyline just right.

That's it. That's all.

Tovar, hey.

Hey, Jack, real quick. You said all hands on deck this year. Tovar, he

on Olivia Newton -John, let's get physical type thing. Might be something

interested in for the offside.

No, okay. Better luck next time, kid. Let's go.

Dust off that Dracula.

So, you need me for the offside? I need you here. I want you to work with Elle.

We're going to break out the new woman's belt.

I want you to match the pop.

It will.

Elle's a pro.

So are you.

If things go well, we'll bring her back here.

We'll build her up into a real rival for you.

You get the 5 % off sexy discount inside.

Well, all right.

I thought they'd have bigger signs and, like, those velvet ropes.

Well, you get what you get at these things. Still, it should garner solid

traffic on the edge between the pretzels and the restrooms. Let's set up shop.

Give me this.

Gentleman. I've never been a gentleman either.

I'm a bad guy.

But I'm your bad guy.

I know what you know.

I know who's winning in this country and who's taking the beat down.

So when Charlie Gulley and his team of corporate lawyers threaten me with a

lawsuit trying to destroy my family business.

I said, hell no.

See, we live in a world where the haves think that they can take what they want

and the rest of us, well, we'll just be overjoyed with the crumbs fall off the

table. To that, I say, hell no.

Hell no to fraud like Charlie Gulley and his dystopia wrestler.

This is a man who calls himself God.

There's only one God.

So I'm here to challenge you to settle this beef in the ring. One night.

One car, your best versus my best, because these men behind me, they are an

representing all of our fans.

An army of pissed off, fed up Americans who've had enough of the Charlie Gullies

in this world and have said, hell no.

And when we're done, I'm going to crack a beer.

We're going to light up some fireworks.

I thought we checked those.

That's fine. That's fine. We'll just massage it and post it.

You ain't got nothing to worry about.

That shit was biblical.

That was the truth.

Well, you be sure to write me some equally biblical truth for me to spit in

promo Saturday.

I'll fucking write you something.

Something good.

Don't be stingy with your talent.

The better I look, the better you look for taking me on.

I got to say, your speech on circumcision really touched me.

Like you, I was mangled in the name of genital hygiene.

Glad I could make you feel not so alone.

I'd love to get a pic side by side, both our junk hanging free.

Might trigger a few folks, and I'd hate for you to feel less than seeing yours

next to mine.

Oh, no, my wang's huge.

Meet me in the men's room. I'll show you.

Yep.

Balls are pretty big, too.

My God.

Oh, hey.

It's Man Beast and Slinger.

Grab your camera. This will be a good video clip.

Holy shit.

What the hell are you two wearing?

Good to see you too, Sporto. No, I'm serious. You look like you lost all your

clothes in a house fire and picked those ones out of a dumpster behind Kmart.

Not all of us have got the guts to go around muffin topping out of stinky old

leathers. I have you know these pants fit just as good as the day you

my shoulder. Your waist does look about the same, but your inseam seems to have

shrunk a few inches.

Seriously, Alvin, you're the man beast. Where's your gear?

No one wants to see me in my gear.

I only come to these things to help out Jimmy John.

What's wrong with him?

Left it all in the ring.

As a man should.

Bring him here, he makes some cash, helps him cover his bills. When he

he's got bills.

I wish I could forget a few of my bills.

Is that your way of saying you ain't picking up the check at dinner?

Oh. Like, you never stuck me with a check.

Toledo, Tacoma, Tucson, Tulsa.

And that's just a tease! Oh, hey!

What are you looking at?

Yeah, I gotta say, I've been a huge fan for a long time. I work with Bill at the

DWL. I'm a wrestler.

Anyone here recognize you?

I wrestle in the mass, you know.

Well, lucky you.

Harder to make money, but less hassle.

You want a T -shirt or a button? I mean, I'm sure Bill will let you have

whatever you want.

I like pepperoni.

Got to get Jim John to his table.

Dinner, 8 o 'clock. We'll have a drink before.

We'll have five before, three during, and two after, and I'm going to record

for my podcast.

Whatever you need, Sporto.

Don't call me Sporto. I hate fucking Sporto. Okay, Sporto.

You get enough for us to post a clip.

Just make sure you cut out all that sport -o crap. I hate that shit.

I can't seem to find where it lists the total number of kegs.

Oh, um, first column at the bottom. Total.

Right.

Willie around?

Not at the moment. Can I help you?

Not if you can't find Willie.

Sure she's not around?

I'm so sorry. She's not.

Did she leave anything for me?

If you tell me your name, I could check your office. Would it be like an

envelope?

You're Jack's wife?

I am. Have we met? I'm Stacy. Nice to meet you, Stacy.

I guess Willie must have confused the date.

Never your mind.

You have a nice day now.

Thanks. You too.

Let's make this quick, little man. In and out and get us back to the garage

the Xbox.

Okay. So what flavor are we getting, red or blue?

If I get blue, Mom will see my lip. I know we got blushies.

Well, if you're worried, we don't gotta get them.

No, I'll just get red.

You know red's not invisible.

Hey, careful with that.

Sorry.

It's okay, it's just...

Hey, don't spill it.

Hey, grow up.

If you want to go talk to her, I can wait in the car while you pay.

You don't got to wait in the car.

I'll wait in the car.

I didn't know you were back.

When did you get back?

Just a couple of days.

Oh. Jack didn't say anything.

So, where'd you go?

Took the long way around to nowhere.

Fell off a cliff.

I saw that video of you and Jack's match.

A killer.

Yeah. Now I just got to figure out how to do it every week against women who

bigger and stronger and...

More experienced.

Experience is overrated.

I just got a whole bunch of it and it didn't leave me any better off.

Jack will take care of you.

He knows what he's got.

I don't know. The vet he had Ricky bring in, she's only here for the week, but

she's good.

You're good.

I have my strength.

We'll see if they're enough.

Come on. I'll ring you up.

You should call Big Jim and the guys.

I'm sure they'd all love to see you.

I don't really want anyone knowing I'm back.

Do me a favor. Don't say anything.

Yeah, if that's what you want.

Jack said you and Bobby... Yeah.

We are.

Good.

He's a good dude.

You deserve a good deal.

Uh... Keep the change.

Thomas!

Thomas!

Thomas!

What's wrong, buddy?

Sorry. I dropped it, and a car dragged it out there.

Sorry, Uncle Ed.

It's all right, buddy.

It's just a problem.

It's Granddad's crown.

No one will even miss it.

Please don't tell Dad.

Your dad won't care.

He never liked it.

I used to think it looked important, but your dad, he was smarter.

You know, it was just fabric and plastic.

Come on.

Let's go home, bud.

Did Granddad ever wrestle with you?

Nah. Did he wrestle with my dad?

He'd wrestle, but Granddad didn't like putting people over.

He liked being the winner.

When you put someone over, it means you get pinned.

Funny thing is, when you do put someone over and you're laying there on your

back looking up, half the cheers are really for you, so it's not so bad.

When are you going to get back to wrestling?

When are you going to start wrestling?

I don't think Dad wants me to wrestle. He says I'm too small.

For now.

But wrestling ain't about size.

You and I could wrestle.

I'm serious.

Come on. Get up.

All right. Grab my hands.

That's right.

Damn, you're strong.

All right. Now sling me.

Alright, lock up.

With the kids out of the house, Cindy finished her degree, and I took over

running the Froyo shops, which isn't hard if you hire the right managers.

So it's mostly me and the dogs and a stack of books on medieval history.

Is this what you want, Bill?

I was hoping for something a little more colorful, but we could edit it.

What about the old guard?

Jeff, Jake, Sammy?

Y 'all still get rowdy?

Not really.

Jeff's up in Minnesota, bad hips, bad knees.

Saw Jake and Sammy at Duke's funeral.

Duke was a wild man. That show you all put on at the pond was an all -timer.

Glad it was memorable.

I was concussed, so the whole match is kind of a blank.

Didn't stop you from drinking 13 beers in the locker room.

Again, concussed.

We kept track with a Sharpie on our neck. I won with 17.

When you're young, you can do these things.

It was an amazing match. I have it on VHS.

I'm happy to loan it to you.

I'll take your word for it.

What about Sammy and Jake? You remember the night the four of us at the dance

club outside Raleigh, Sammy and Jake get into a fist fight over these identical

twins, and you say, why are you fighting when you can't even tell them apart?

I think that was your line, Bill.

Well, it was a good line.

Sammy and I, we trade e -mails. It's been sober a couple of years.

Jake's kind of down and out.

Fused the vertebrae in his neck and never got off the pills.

What about you?

You keep in touch with Oppie or Mike or anyone from the show up north?

Nah, when I have my troubles, they all turn their backs, so fuck them.

They're good guys at heart.

It's the nature of the business.

Business to them, my life to me.

And that is why you made it to the top.

I loved wrestling, but when the pain got too much...

I made sure there was something else in my life.

But you, you, you took whatever part of you existed outside of your gimmick and

carved it out with a spoon.

Because I had balls.

100%. And the proof's that you're still at it.

Me, I was happy taking Man Beast off and on like a cape.

You want me to stop recording?

No, it's fine. We'll pick it up from here.

Counting in. Three, two, one.

So, Alvin, what you're telling me is when your knees started to hurt, you

into a giant pussy who likes dogs and fro -yo. Or do I have that incorrect

somehow?

This bitch porno?

Honest question.

Because if you want to do it bad... I want an answer.

I'm a happy man, Sporto.

Most of our generation are crippled, broken, or dead.

One way or another, we were all addicted.

The crowd.

The adrenaline.

Standing in the center of that ring.

So when I see you... Still clawing away on that same damn hill.

I understand.

And I cheer for you.

But I don't wish I was you.

I'm going to hit the salad bar. Anybody want anything?

Croutons.

Turn the recorder off.

Give me another two of these.

Waiter should be coming by. I won't wait for the waiter.

Just go to the bar and get me two goddamn martinis.

You gonna drink your martini?

Yeah.

You got a timetable on that?

I'm thirsty.

So there is some fight left in you.

And I ain't just clawing away.

I got plans.

Make it all the way back to Big Show.

If you say.

I do.

I say.

Look here, my drink just arrived.

What you gonna do about that?

I always like seeing you, Bill.

Flaming disgrace.

The boat, though.

At least Jimmy John can blame it on his smashed eggplant brain.

But Alvin, he just got off a damn horse.

It's easy to get off the horse. Anyone can get off the horse.

I ain't getting off a damn horse.

So should I get these in a go cup?

Everything in life is a choice.

Washing your teeth is a choice.

And if my only choice is to turn into...

Still ain't getting off the damn horse.

Ready to go?

Let me finish my cheap calories and find some ibuprofen.

You okay if I borrow like half a dozen?

Yeah, take a couple for now, a couple for later.

They're all for now.

Doesn't number my stomach, but keeps me in the ring and out of surgery.

Your knee that bad?

Knee, shoulder, back.

Road dog in town to town doesn't help.

Have you tried CBD?

I've tried everything short of heroin.

Acupuncture works best, but... Who can afford it? I get that.

I had health insurance once.

And I just hang on to that for like two whole years.

An apartment, FICA.

Like most places, they only carry two or three women. So, run out of stories and

combinations pretty quick, and it's off down the road.

Well, let's run it forwards and backwards until it pops.

Well, it's a promo.

It's a hill promo.

You're playing the hill.

I mean, I could dress this up, but you're not exactly playing fair.

You standing on your tank fighting for the soul of America.

This might as well be think about running.

I don't want to write for you at all.

I'm only doing it because I have to.

Oh, poor Jack.

The only one in life forced to do shit that he don't want to do.

Go and put a gun to my head. Do you expect me to like it?

You think I wanted to leave DWL?

You leaving was your choice.

You didn't have to leave.

Didn't I?

It was a small move.

Got me a belt. I got chimp on all my merch.

What, you think I didn't have to pay a price?

You know what?

You heard him, Jack.

The turtle?

King Turtle.

Sitting on a throne held up by a stack of other turtles.

But instead of realizing that he's standing on the back of 157 people, he's

pissed because there's still birds and shit still out.

Promos. Promos. You polish it up if you want.

Serene, Jack.

I got this idea.

Maybe it's stupid and childish, but childish is my specialty.

Give you some help.

Hey.

Did I miss something?

Ace was here.

Well, I didn't know he was back.

He doesn't want anyone to know.

Is it like a big deal?

For him.

But... Not for us.

Heard what you said.

Wrote you some new stuff.

Yeah.

It's a lot.

Hey.

How's the convention?

Great. Diego got to meet his heroes, got stuff for the podcast.

Satisfied the fans and went out and satisfied our thirst.

Must have been nice to see some of your old crew.

Yeah, you know, hey, I was thinking maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing to

myself an apartment.

The motel is depressing.

Maybe you can point me in the right direction.

Let me think on it.

Won't be long term.

I've been coming to matches for over two decades here at the Duffy Dome.

I've seen a lot of great matches.

but few with the combination of inspiration and ingenuity as Crystal's

Jack Spade and Wild Bill Hancock.

For that reason, a new era has been initiated

here at the DWL, where women and men, boys and girls, will spend all filled

evenings enjoying our new women's division.

Women's champion, Crystal Todd.

All right, here we go.

And we're off here to the inaugural match of the DWL Women's League.

Special guest commentator, Wild Bill Hancock.

Like a Florida State defensive back there.

Colorado teaching Chris Tyler what it's like to be a real pro.

Oh, that's another region there. That's not right.

Oh, there you go. Watch it.

That's exactly the kind of dirty stuff I'd expect from her.

That's not dirty, Bill. That's just good old -fashioned wrestling. She does know

how to work her legs. I've never seen a wrestler use their legs as much.

Hold Denny there with the slow count.

Got her by the ear.

Get into the turnbuckle.

You got a face full of foot there.

Crystal Tyler.

That's got to hurt. She's in trouble now.

Got a little bit of taunting going on here.

Welcome to planet Earth, Crystal Tyler. Don't count her out. Come on out.

Come on out.

That's going to be a lifetime of back pain.

She's got her by the ears again. They like that.

That's got to hurt.

She goes for one, two, three. There we are. Crystal Tyler. I don't believe it.

don't believe it. Of course she won, Bill. She peed the hell out of you. I

protested that result, Eddie.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler.

Crystal Tyler. Crystal Tyler. Crystal

That's going well. Keep playing.

All right, now. It's time for tonight's tag team.

Sponsored by Eddie Earle's Tidal Palm.

When you're needy, we're not greedy.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Rooster Robbins, the defector.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all know the routine.

I'm the SOB that left town, and you're the yokels here to boo me.

Other than realize if I wanted to make something out of myself, that I had to

something that none of you had the courage to do. And that's leave this

one -stop -like town.

See, I knew as long as Jack Spade was in charge, all the stories would be about

Jack Spade.

Mr. Small -town, family values, champion of a little guy with his holy

of his eyes.

retail wrestling, bullshit!

See, the only thing that Jack Spade has ever been champion of is himself.

He's a kind man, selling you that cowboy myth.

Lone Ranger riding through the plains, that shit is antique.

Horses are slow, but the future, oh, it's big, it's loud, and it's fast.

I can grab all that I can. That's the real America.

So listen up, Jack.

FWD accepts your challenge. A full Grudge Match card.

You and your people versus the future. Yeah, that's it.

A lot of happy customers. Wild Bill is handing out some business cards. I hope

that mask is padded, quite frankly.

Oh, we get a reverse from Diego.

There's a lot of man coming at you, but Wild Bill knows just how to handle it.

Nothing new to him.

Oh,

he hits him in the elbow again.

That'll put you down, let me tell you. And the crowd loves it. I haven't seen

some of that dancing since 1978.

Oh, throw slash.

And he tags in Big Jim.

Big Jim hops the rope.

Setting up something here.

out and it doesn't seem to be Rooster or the hole.

is going on.

Who is this mystery guest?

Is this Jack Bade in a hoodie?

I come to you, a damned soul in search of redemption.

I will break free.

I will not stop until my redemption is obtained.

I am the condemned.

the condemned and crystal tyler in my ring next week end of discussion

i'd rather go down and play ace bait is back

redemption deliverance from evil trust your destiny you

want crystal tyler and sophia