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Previously on Heel.

Will he around?

Not at the moment. Can I help you?

Should we have anything for me?

You're not going to be some gushing fanboy all day, are you? Just go to the

and get me two goddamn martinis.

No fucking shit.

Crystal, meet El Dorado.

Real name's Tanya.

El's a pro.

So is he.

It's Granddad's crown.

It's alright, buddy.

Your dad won't care. I got an idea.

Can you smell?

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 every goddamn dollar you make for the

rest of your goddamn life.

He's the truth.

Justin! Justin!

Justin! Listen up, folks!

It's con -na -deal!

Do not conjure incorrectly.

You risk offending that bewildering barnstormer. His voice may have been

garbled, but that specter can't possibly share a name with the Most High, for

the Most High has cast that demon below!

Say it with me!

The mystery of he who fell from the skyline. This is Eddie Earl with Bobby

signing off from Duffy, Georgia.

The cradle of the greatest wrestling in America, the DWL.

What the heck was that? Uh, that was Tom Dan. Well, they could have told us

that. I'm sure a hands up would have been nice.

Jack Grace told you that was the fucking finish? No, they kayfabed all of us.

Trying to keep us on our toes.

I almost had a heart attack.

I know CPR if it ever happens.

It's gonna happen. Listen, guys, Ace is my daughter's godfather, and I didn't

even know he was in town.

Willie, if y 'all knew anything about that, it's bullshit you kept it a

Rule number one of kayfabe is don't kayfabe the boys.

Secrets are only secrets if you don't tell anyone. Willie, a company of

compadres are only true compadres when we know what we are all compadre -ing

about. A mysterious seraph riding in on a chariot? T 'was glorious.

Admit it. I don't gotta admit shit.

Bill.

Bobby. Don't know the word seraph.

Sheriff's a high -ranking angel, young Bob.

He's an angel, but he's damned?

Condamned. So he's a fallen angel like Satan?

Satan? Nobody told me Ace was playing Satan. No, Ace isn't playing Satan. So

then what is he? He's whatever Jack and Ace say he is, and when they tell us,

that's when we'll know. Well, as a reporter, I'm supposed to ask questions?

During the show. Show's over, dummy.

Good shit tonight. We gotta cover this entire night for the podcast.

Yeah? Write up some notes. Text me.

Where's my brother?

Top five DWL moment right there. Do you feel good?

You should feel good. Think it got over?

Of course it got over, big time.

Crowd was gasping, then shouting, Ace Spade is back.

Yeah, well, it's not like it's me, Ace Spade. It's supposed to be this thing

where it's not me, so it doesn't have to be me, but yeah, it felt good.

Shoulda. It was good.

It's the first step anyway.

Oh, shit.

What? I told you we should have told Gully. It wasn't his business.

I don't think that's going to fly.

Bill?

Coming, dear.

That was a damn entrance.

I wasn't sure I could pull it off.

Butterflies, emotions, you know.

It's good to have you back, man.

I just want to say, if you need to talk to anyone about anything, I'm here for

you.

Even if I am a married man with a baby, that don't make me, uh... I don't know,

I'm not your friend.

You know, part of the reason I unretired and came back was to do this with you,

so... Just saying, reach out.

You're a good friend, Jim.

I haven't been one to you lately.

No, cut this shit.

I'm not trying to have a long conversation.

Not here, anyway.

Just, uh...

Stop by and visit your goddaughter.

I'm gonna.

I promise.

Owen, be ready to stay the night, because we're going out and you're

babysitting.

Pick your poison.

I'd take one of each, but I gotta head out.

One beer.

Can't. Road life. Get in, get out, move on.

Break a few hearts along the way if I'm lucky.

Sonia, you were so great tonight.

I'll push Jack to bring you back.

Focus on them pushing you.

Only way to improve is by improving.

Take care of your knees. Best advice I never got.

Oh, and check for peepholes.

Really?

Thanks for being so cool.

Come down.

Who are you?

I'm Vengeance.

Isn't that what Batman says?

Tell it to Batman.

Tell him everything he knows.

Chloe's pissed.

Dully's always pissed.

What the fuck was all that?

That was a lights -out finish.

Literally. That was not the finish we booked. A came to me last minute. You

time to rig a zip line.

That's easy to do if you're handy. I informed Rooster and the Holdit this

happen before the match.

I'll take that up with them later, but it's not about informing. It's about you

and I booking this cross -promotion and agreeing on how we're going to do it.

which I thought we had done. So I was stowed away up here like a gerbil in a

shop, shitting on myself, watching, waiting, assuming things were going to

according to the plan that you and I agreed to. But no, needle scratch.

No, y 'all changed shit up with some fucking ghoul in a quadrophenia coat.

Fucking adamant meets the Hamburglar, who apparently stole Burger King's

Hey, bud, I got a phone. You could have called.

Text it. You could have walked up one flight of fucking stairs and whispered

your big new dumb idea in my ear. Nope.

Surprise, Charlie.

Fucking Ace hijacked the entire night.

Not Ace. The condemned.

Condemned. Nothing got hijacked. It was a cherry on top of a DWL storyline

that's got nothing to do with you.

Hey, Billy Boy, in this cross -promotion, there is no storyline that's

nothing to do with me. Nobody told me that I was going to have to run every

little detail by you. Detail? It was the finish.

Jack wrote Rooster an amazing promo.

Yeah, before the condemned dive -bombed him and launched some bullshit.

It's condemned, Charlie boy.

It's fuck you, Bill.

Shall we start the foreplay with me sitting on your face again?

Only if you'd like your nuts chewed off this time. I'll hold them down while you

do it. Be my guest and try.

I'm so glad we're working together.

Dystopia was supposed to end the night up with the ring invasion. Instead, we

end the night down in front of a thousand people.

1 ,122. New dome record. Much of this due to Crystal's new popularity.

Charlie, fuck yous and scrotum chewing aside, Jack delivered.

Speaking as a Hall of Famer, looked to me like the cross -promotion was kicked

off perfectly.

Well, speaking as one pissed -off motherfucker, it looked like my top guys

beat up by a guy named after a non -word.

Jack, two pieces of advice.

One, get a new sound system that doesn't sound like you bought it at Radio

Shack. Two, get a spelling book, because the word is condemned.

Maybe I didn't consider this with the level of granularity that you were

expecting, but I am not used to having to run everything by a partner. Get used

to it!

Well, the lawsuit is back on.

Jeez, I'm crow. You want to play fuck -fuck? Spin the wheel.

I, too, should have been more granular, so let's get granular now.

Ace's Blair Witch Project is going to get his ass kicked in my ring next week.

End of discussion.

It's a slow -burn character, Charlie. He's not going to want to do it.

That's your problem to fix.

Talk to your brother, and you better book the condemned in the fucking card

week and pray that I don't zipline down and fuck him up in whatever whimsical

way I feel like fucking improvising at my fancy. I'm trying to fucking work

you guys, man. I'm trying to fucking work together. I'm trying to be a

partner. You're not making it fucking easy.

Fuck you!

Thanks. Now I got to ride home with him.

I'm intrigued about how to play fuck -fuck. Apparently there's a wheel.

Hamburglar was a deep cut.

Man, Adam, man. Must have watched a lot of MTV.

Put us in a real bad spot here.

I begged Ace to come back and told him we'd do the DWL together.

Now we're making shit up on the fly to appease Ace's psyche.

I'm trying not to be my dad.

I'm trying to take input from you, and from you, and from Ace.

Any of your notebooks have something for a situation like this?

A situation in which a brand -new masked character, one who just revealed his

true identity by holding aloft the charred crown of his dead father?

Are you asking, is there a page in one of my notebooks that might provide us

with some direction as to how we will continue this new storyline while in the

midst of a looming lawsuit that threatens to crush the DWL?

I can say with confidence that nowhere in the many notebooks that I have

pondered countless wide -ranging topics is there insight as to how to make this

particular situation work.

But sounds like we must try.

Quickly.

You were amazing tonight.

Then you're always amazing.

You had a good night, too.

Oh, limping around playing reporter.

Gorilla Monsoon made a career out of that.

Ace's new gimmick hit it out of the park. Oh, surprised the pants off me,

though I could tell it was Ace.

Well, it's not like you're not supposed to know. He pulled out his dad's crown.

How much do you, you know, help?

I just do his hair and his makeup.

The other stuff he's still figuring out.

He really wants to, you know, create his own thing.

I'll be right back.

Yeah.

Hey, Willie.

When is Jack having tryouts for the women's division?

Your guess is as good as mine. You got candidates. Send me names.

Well, I got no one to wrestle next week.

That's all right. Take a week off. Cut a promo.

What? Why? Against who?

This tone again, really? Wah, wah, me, me. The complaints and entitlement.

right now, Jack's got Gully up his ass.

We can do it.

Jack's not going to care. You and I can hold a tryout.

I'll go online and I'll find some girls up in South Carolina or something.

I can't lose momentum.

You won't lose momentum. Make your own momentum.

And make sure you're using a condom. That one's, you know, a little bit dim.

Dumb.

Don't say that.

Bobby is a good guy who thinks.

before he speaks, who considers feelings, who knows that whatever he

either lift someone up or put them down. So I'm not going to stand for you

putting them down to me. Okay.

Lighten up. How about you don't tell me that you being mean is something I need

to lighten up about?

How about that?

Your eyes are squinty. Is this the bad news?

No news. No plans.

Just a week off.

You want to do a push -up contest?

Time to head home, Jack's babe.

Crazy night.

I need help.

Putting the money in the safe?

What to do next?

How to do it?

Can you help me?

I have no expertise in wrestling.

I don't even... I don't know what's the opposite of expertise.

Beginner -per -tease.

I like having you here working with me.

Have you liked it?

It's our family business.

With the cross -promotion, things are probably going to get a little crazy

Willie's underwater already. She's a goggler.

I worry that things might be, you know, falling through the cracks.

A woman from the county came by the other day looking to get something from

Willie. But Willie wasn't here.

The woman seemed angry.

She was here again tonight. I saw Willie.

Give her whatever she was looking for, so I hope it all worked out. That's all

you're talking about? She does the kind of tax assessment.

So it's about time of year again, which is going to cost us, but she's fine.

She just doesn't realize how she comes across, which is dour and grumpy.

And to wash up, we'll get home.

Rise and shine, sleepyhead. I've been calling you.

Texting you. Seven times.

I had to bail last night and take care of my pops.

You all right?

Yeah, that sums it up. You just all right.

Let me know if I can help.

May I shift subjects and express my displeasure about last night's show

acknowledging that this may lack perspective about your father's current

You knew about the condemned beforehand?

Only moments beforehand.

Yeah, you didn't call me.

Look, my phone was in my damn locker. I'm just asking. When I'm about to go

I'm working on what I gotta do. I ain't got my phone out looking at TikTok,

texting and calling people.

It was locked up in my locker so I could focus.

Now, Jack wrote me a great promo.

Look, I'm playing ball, he playing ball.

He juggling you and Ace. It's complicated. Well, it's gonna get a lot

complicated if the condemned isn't in my ring Saturday night getting his ass

kicked.

Look, those spade boys don't know what that condemned thing is, and they damn

sure ain't gonna figure it out by Saturday.

Look, the only reason I agreed to this is because I believe it's a good story.

Thus, eventually, money in my pocket and yours. Now, come on, Charlie, remove

your emotions.

Think creatively.

Now, you remember how bad you want to ace, right?

I do. Mm -hmm. Now, the condemned gimmick is already way better than any

gimmick. Now, let's say we string this thing along.

We build us back up, and we make this cross -promotion thing work.

Who's DWL's top guy to take on me?

I mean, it's got to be somebody, right? I mean, their last champion was a girl

beside the Tinkerbell.

And their former top guy, Jack Spade, just lost clean to that Tinkerbell. And

the legendary Wild Bill is a pants -shittin' laughingstock who's one match

from slipping into a warm bath, slitting his wrists, and donating his brain to

science.

Now, the condemned...

It's mysterious.

The condemned is new. Now, if I beat a mass vigilante who seems like he can

a hundred guys' asses in the alley, who's the real cock of the ball?

Rooster time.

Dad. Hey, honey. You got a call from a guy named Brooks Rizzo in Hollywood?

He works for a social media app and streaming company called Continuum. He

to discuss putting dystopia on TV.

What? Well, not TV, but on their platform, which plays on TVs and tablets

phones, like all the streaming service companies.

Let's go!

That's what I'm talking about! All right!

Hey,

Mom.

You finally got some sleep.

So, tell me what happened.

She ended up being nice.

What was her stage name? It wasn't really a stage name. It was more like a

gimmick. El Dorado. Well, what's her real name?

Tanya.

That was popular when I was a kid.

They ever give you kind of a fake name?

I'm just me.

Crystal.

Rock solid.

All natural.

She said it's not easy.

The road.

She said to watch out for people.

If I wasn't in here, I'd go and rope you.

No one would ever risk pooping at you through peepholes with me around.

Goddamn, I hate not being there to look out for you. I'm fine.

It's all fine. No, it ain't. You're out there on your own.

I should have been there with you the whole time, Mom.

It's fine.

Don't worry.

I am strong.

Really.

Just like you said.

Rock solid.

I just want you home.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

You don't need to say it.

I met a guy.

Oh.

Do tell.

Only if he's a nice guy.

Good to see you. Thank you.

Just saw Mr. DeVoe.

He was at the show last night. Loved it.

Fred DeVoe loved the show? Yeah.

High school principal.

Aw. It's weird having people actually like you. One of these days you're going

to have to let me know what that feels like. I'm trying to. Hey, after you

left... One sec. Trisha Bell texted me and said that she wants to be like my

goth emo valet.

Catwoman kind of thing.

But I didn't terrify her.

Says she's intrigued.

You're blowing up.

There's more than that, you know?

Uh -huh.

Hey, look, after you left last night, I had a chat with Charlie Gully, and he

offered to host the Condemned at Dystopia.

Host? Host what? He wants to feature the Condemned at Dystopia this week.

Of course he does.

Because it's dope.

Obviously the answer's no.

Okay. No way we're wasting the Condemned at his shit show. He can host this.

Hey, come on, dude. Look.

When we're at church, you do not need to grab your unit to make a point.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, Stacy.

Sorry, Jesus.

I understand the impulse relative to the situation.

That's just your mom over.

I don't think Gully understands what this all means to you.

No way he could.

That being said, I did tell him that I would run it by you.

Okay, well, tell him you didn't. Tell him I told you there's no way we're

wasting the condemned on an audience that wouldn't understand the...

The nuance. Is nuance the word?

Mm -hmm.

The complexity of what we got going on here.

There's a chance for this gimmick to really, really speak to people about

impulse and appetite and the cost of those things.

Redemption, deliverance from evil. Like in the Lord's Prayer, deliver us from

evil. It's all right there, waiting to be tapped and told for new audiences.

You understand, don't you, Stace?

You can see it.

I do understand.

And you can see it?

I can.

Hey. You all right?

I'm great.

You don't seem great.

Yeah, well, let's just do this.

Yes, let's. Should we discuss the condemned?

You tell me.

Let's discuss it. It was big news.

Cool.

Hey, hey.

What is up with the pout pout?

I'm trying to help you.

Open doors for you, expose you to stuff, lift you up, make your dreams come

true, and you're pouty pout man pouting about I don't fucking know what.

You treat me like a scrub.

You treat me like a gopher.

You aren't lifting me up.

You're using me to buck up your fragile ego.

My ego isn't fragile.

Everyone's ego is fragile.

But good people don't treat other people badly to build theirs up.

And three, two, one.

Welcome.

Quick bit of business. I know y 'all love listening to the Wild Bill podcast,

but going forward...

We got a new name in the title.

Going forward, this is not the Wild Bill podcast.

This is the Wild Bill and Diego Cottonmouth podcast.

It's been a great partnership so far and one I hope will continue.

It's an honor to be with you, Bill.

All right, let's get into it, shall we?

First up.

Caitlin, please get Brooks.

He's coming. And please tell whoever redecorated my office over the weekend

clearly thought they were doing me a favor that when they redecorate, they

shouldn't insult people's intelligence with fake books, with colorful spines.

That I would like to burn.

Brooke, I am meeting with the board in two weeks.

Please brighten my day with some good news.

Darren Phillips got into women's golf.

Said there might be some possibilities there.

Taylor said that we can get Kentucky Derby coverage cheap.

Imagine our surging subscribers when people find out there's a new platform

where you can watch horses running around while getting whipped, surrounded

women in hats.

We're very much all over the place. We need not to be.

I'm going to Florida to scope out some independent professional wrestling

promotion. I hate professional wrestling even more than I hate horses.

You don't hate horses.

I hate when they're racing and getting whipped.

You know, horses aren't naturally competitive. It's humans who make them

way. Perhaps I hate horses more because of the people who own them, who make

them something they're not. Last year, total revenue from professional

was $1 .095 billion.

I guess I could grow to love professional wrestling.

Although I hate when men wear those bikini pants.

Either wear shorts or nothing. Not in between.

So, we buy a wrestling promotion.

More than one.

Grab a handful, promote the hell out of them. Build it, brand it, live shows,

streamed content.

Expand, who knows, maybe in one to three years it grows.

Optimism is mental illness.

But it's cute.

Have fun.

Don't drink.

Here's a candy up there.

Got to thinking how every summer we lose who knows how many thousands of dollars

worth of air conditioning out these windows.

Hey, would you hand me that towel there?

I should get you to come to my place.

I'm happy to help wherever I can.

Jack was thinking with the cross -promotion chaos, things might get a

busy around here, so I figured I might as well help out. All for one and all,

you know? Yeah, well, the list of things we need help with is never -ending. You

don't want to know.

I do.

Some pumps busted.

Maybe I don't. Exactly.

Oh, hey, Willie, before you go.

You connected with Sonia Tuckerman, the woman from the county? I did. Thanks.

Okay.

Yeah, so she got what she came for then?

Saturday night in the hallway?

Yeah. She got it.

Jack says she's the tax assessor.

She is.

I paid a bill.

For some bills we write checks and some we pay in cash.

You pay the property taxes in cash?

In an envelope?

We do. We pay the property taxes in cash in an envelope.

And Sonia Tuckerman handled it. And if Sonia Tuckerman didn't handle it, we'd

screwed.

Enough of an answer.

No, it isn't.

Stacey.

This isn't anything you need to worry about. It looks like it might be. It

isn't.

Okay, look, there's two kinds of women. There are women who get taken care of.

You know, they emit some kind of soft vapor. People gather around and take

of them.

That's you.

And then there's me.

I emit some kind of coal engine smoke.

I get dirty and I fix shit.

And I stay up all night worrying about more dirty shit I gotta fix. I fix shit

so you don't have to spend a single second worrying about unfixed shit.

going on here, Willie?

You want to know what's going on? Here's what's going on.

Tom and I made an agreement years ago that we would do whatever we need to do

keep this place alive.

And you don't need to worry about what those things are. Are they legal?

Some are.

Well, whatever those other ones are, we're not doing them anymore.

The DWL is a house of cards built on sand in the middle of a hurricane on a

leaky boat. We do whatever we need to do.

Does Jack know?

No.

What else are we doing?

I want to know everything.

I'm not going to tell you everything.

You're saying that to pretend like you're protecting me when in fact you're

protecting yourself.

You're turning it into that kind of conversation?

Everything that's going on, Jack needs to know. I need to know so we can...

Make it right.

Move on. Make it right.

Those are some big, shiny morals you got there.

But here's the problem with knowing stuff.

You can't unknow it.

So what if knowing stuff means finding out the DWL can't keep itself afloat

legally and never has?

What if it means finding out that Tom had years and years of promissory notes

and third mortgages and lines of credit and business loans he knew he'd never be

able to pay off?

Is that really something you want to know?

And how are you going to fix it?

How are you going to fix over $100 ,000 in county property taxes that we avoided

paying because Fania Tuckerman had a crush on Tom?

What are you going to do?

Are you going to tell Jack his father wasn't only the bastard that left him,

also a hustler who didn't always tell the truth to get people to give him

Tom didn't want Jack knowing anything because he didn't want wrestling ruining

his life.

And that's for the DWL.

He probably forgot he even willed it to him. That will hadn't been touched since

Jack was six years old.

Back when Tom thought, as did I, that this thing was going to be something

leaving someone.

Stupid.

Tom didn't do Jack any favors leaving him the DWL.

He left him a rat's nest to untangle, and he left me with it.

I'm just stupid enough to still be standing here trying to fix it.

You need to make it right.

Make it right, Stacy.

Take it all.

Tell Jack all about it.

Jack's an honest man.

We're all honest.

Till we're not.

The condemned is wrestling that dystopia. This week, no exception.

I'm not going to vote condemned.

Whole character in some ordinary match with you. First, the character's been

around, what, three days?

Second, a match with me is never ordinary. I'm the FWD champ.

So by not wrestling me, you get to keep that belt a little longer.

Ace doesn't want to wrestle with dystopia, so it's not going to happen.

agreed to this cross promotion.

There's only one choice.

Well, there's two if you count getting sued and going bankrupt.

I'd say Charlie doesn't care which. What he does, his character really means a

lot to him. Next, you're going to tell me that he's not such a bad guy.

You keep telling that to yourself until it's in game.

He's the one you got to deal with because you punched him.

So you just focus on what's next.

Right now, you just do what you got to do so your bill don't get past due.

Child.

Tell me I'm being short -sighted.

You're not being short -sighted.

You're trying to pretend you got a choice when you don't. We can make it a

shoot.

Go down there and pin him when he's not expecting it. Ace, you can hold him down

for an hour and the ref will never count to three.

Besides, you don't want to go back to Dystopia. And I don't blame you. I

definitely don't.

It's not like I want to go. I'm just saying, as your brother, if you told me

need you to do it... No.

If you really don't got a choice... It's my fuck -up. It's not yours.

You punched him because you were trying to save me from him.

That was the wrong way to handle it.

This is your character.

Don't go messing with it just to cover my mistake.

Fuck.

Gully, I'd rather go down in flames. I don't want you to go down in flames. I

don't want us to go down in flames.

Besides, flames are the sort of situation that Condam's trying to steer

from anyway.

We really are fucked.

really. It's just wrestling.

Give him Crystal.

Gully wants me, not Crystal. Gully wants you to wrestle, so don't wrestle. Up

here.

Ten seconds. You're in, you're out. Boom. It's over.

Gully want to win the night.

Then Gully wins the night. So what?

Move on. Cut your losses.

Let's stop acting like we got a choice in the matter. Just do it. Go.

We can't throw Crystal to the wolves.

Not at this point. Crystal just survived y 'all's asses.

Y 'all are wolves, bears, lions, and hyenas. And jackasses. Crystal can

dystopia. She can handle whatever comes at her next.

Stop talking.

Let's fix this shit.

Those are something, the bracelets.

Elle left them for me.

Bargain basement Wonder Woman, she was.

She was nice.

Come sit.

Crystal, Jack is sending Ace to Dystopia.

Not sending, it's voluntary. He wants to go.

You know, Gully's being a dick. My son's going to rise tomorrow, too. Big

surprise.

Anyhow, Ace is going to do it.

One night.

And I think you should go, too.

Lemons out of lemonade.

Or the other way around, but... Thing is, you were right about the women's

league.

It's time we shit or get off the pot.

We'll make Gully put you in a match with one of his girls.

Women.

Someone from his roster. He's got a lot of them. Women down there.

It'd be a big boost.

One you couldn't get here.

Not without more women on our roster.

So go.

Don't just stand there staring at an open door.

Don't question it. This is a chance.

You take it and lead to another and another.

You get in that ring of dystopia and you say, shove it up your ass.

I'm here to sparkle.

And I'll be there to protect you.

Okay.

I'll do it.

Willie says Goalie has me wrestling with a woman named Venus Cancer.

Willie talked to her and said she's cool. See?

You were all worried you were going to have a week off and lose momentum, and

now you're a featured act at Dystopia. That's five times our crowd.

Trust your destiny.

Faith.

It's not a lot of prep time.

Your entire life up to this moment has been prep time.

God placed you in this moment, not to test you, to reward you, to shine a

spotlight on you.

I know this.

I do not know a lot.

I know this.

At what point does, like, your face fall off revealing yourself to be some kind

of romance novel android man engineered to make me feel good about myself when

I'm at my lowest and most uncertain?

I cannot compute what you say, Crystal.

Go win.

Bobby 2000 at your service.

Thank you.

Don't worry about calling.

Stay focused.

Ah, Jack says it's time to roll.

Bobby, wish us luck. Well, you don't need it.

We'll be watching on the Dystopia livestream.

Crush it, Crystal.

You give them hell condemned.

I really like you.

You know what I mean?

I really like you too.

Yo, what's up? Heads up.

Well, looky here.

Hello, old friends.

Now, folks, let's give a warm dystopia welcome to our partners from the Deep

Devil's Web.

So I have some thoughts on how this should go. Well, your thoughts better

involve you getting your asses kicked. Rooster, I need your help persuading

Gully that what I've booked is great.

Look, Jack, I'm not here to help you with your bidding, your bitching, your

complaining or persuading.

The good shit sells itself.

Sell some good shit without condemnation, man winning, and Gully

Why in the name of whatever almighty God created this dog -eat -dog world should

I let you?

Book what happens in my ring. And trust that you're actually going to go through

with it. Well, first off, you get to punch me in the face.

Yay, Dad.

Yeah, yay me. Okay, keep going.

It gets better.

Here we go!

Here we go!

First, Rizzo just texted. He's going to be a little bit late. We're not going to

start the show without him. So get him out there for Will Call. Sit next to him

during the show. If he needs anything, get it to him. Dad? Yes? I got this.

Okay, thank you.

She's great. Let's see how she is on the mic.

I am not going to be thrown off by your words, Jack. I learned all of them. I

was in the senior class play, Godspell. Okay, pipe down, Pippin.

I didn't do Pippin.

Pippin was not as good in the musical.

Coming down here, taking on my number one lady, Venus Cancer.

Hey, Kevin, give her a mic.

Crystal, you and I need to talk.

Talk about what? How your wrestler is a coward?

Venus is not a coward.

She was just following orders.

My orders, because this is my ring, and I am God!

I wanted to see the Crystal Tyler show in person.

You have come a long way in a very... short time from valet to DWL champ

to women's champ to pound for pound the toughest SOB in the DWL. It's true!

But tonight I have been reminded of a very important botanical truth.

Even in a shit pile like the DWL, a lovely rose can still bloom.

Okay, so to me the...

is to leave that rose growing in a shit pile.

Oh, holy oh, please bring me my briefcase.

Listen up, Crystal. I want to be in the Crystal Tyler business.

I want to see you realize your full potential, not selfishly, but for the

industry that we both love.

I want to build the Crystal Tyler... So please just take a seat and hear my

pitch. Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit. Come on, you're my guest. Sit down,

please. Just sit.

I need Crystal Tyler pay -per -views. Crystal Tyler

action figures.

Crystal Tyler home goods. You know what I'm talking about, right?

We both know.

that as long as you stay in the DWL, that will never happen. Jack Spade can't

take you to the top, but I can.

You know, Rooster used to be with the DWL, but Rooster, before you started

working with me, what kind of car did you drive?

Toe sale.

It's a fine car. It's a fine car. But what kind of car are you driving now?

Lamborghini.

you a star.

Beyond your wildest dreams, Crystal Tyler, I want you to join Florida

Dystopia!

You know, being born in Duffy means being born into low

expectations. When you come from nothing, it's okay to not succeed.

Probably why I never thought of myself being worth a damn.

Mr. Goalie, I've been through stuff that no kid should ever have to go through.

Overcame way more than I should have.

And just when I thought I couldn't squeeze out any more fight, the Spade

brothers gave me a home.

And I'm not talking about a home with a fireplace and a big screen TV and a

comfy, cozy couch. No, I'm talking about a home that was built for me.

The ring.

Because in the ring, all the bullshit that used to bury me can't even touch

So, for that, I'm forever grateful for the Bay family.

But, this is a business.

It's a nasty one at that.

And there is no one looking out for me now, except...

For me.

Truth is, Mr. Gully, I deserve everything you offer and then some.

You want Crystal Tyler and Dystopia?

You want Crystal Tyler and Dystopia?

And now that you've done the loyalty act, let's get down to business.

Help me out, Hole.

This right here is a two -year contract for you to join FWD.

And right here...

Jack Spade ever give you this kind of an opportunity?

No, he did not.

You will never see this amount of money for as long as you're with Jack Spade

and the DWL, no matter how hard you grind, no matter how much you deserve

But you work for me, you will be set for life.

Work for me and you have security for you and your loved ones.

Or are you going to throw away the biggest opportunity of your life for

silly and blind devotion to Jack Spade?

Shut up!

You get the hell away from her!

Hold on, let's hear him. Let's hear him out.

She's no sellout like you.

Well, well, well, Jack, it's not really a surprise you showing up here tonight.

I see how you're looking at Rooster like the one who got away.

And so you're here now to beg Crystal to not leave too.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Crystal Tyler chooses her own world.

She's here to stab you in it.

Crystal. Yeah.

Crystal.

Hey, how long do you think it'll take for the arena to clear? Oh, let's see

I got. Yes.

Let's go here. I'll move.

Excuse me.

Somebody told me that you work with Crystal Tyler and the Spade Brothers.

I do?

I'm Brooks Rizzo. I would love to know more about them.

Like what?

Everything.

I want Crystal to defect to Dystopia. And I want you to be a front of house

manager. Think about what you want.

You don't actually think I should do it, do you? I think we need to stop letting

other people make our decisions.

Our streaming platform is looking to add a sporting element. And professional

wrestling is very big business.

Did you give Tom money? How much do we owe you?