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- A Pop Original Series.

- Previously on, "Let's Get Physical"

- Dance is a form of healing.

- I can't ... you guys aren't fine with this, right?

I live with my mom and my life is falling apart!

- I'm married to a man who just

sees what he wants and he takes it.

- And he bops you over the head

and drags you back to his cave?

- Wow.

- And now,

the Competitive Aerobic Championship proudly presents.

After Joe's defeat, he left aerobics

to pursue a life of leisure,

while Barry used the victory to build a fitness legacy.

As Joe sunk deeper, Barry soared higher.

- The word, "rivalry" is being used a lot here,

but I don't see it that way.

To me, this is a celebration of life.

- Are we rivals? Yeah, of course.

I hate Barry Cross. I hate his ...

- Hey, hey buddy. How do you think you're gonna do? Hm?

What are you gonna do, you gonna do alright?

Didn't mean to interrupt.

Good luck out there. Hmmmm! Chubby wubby.

- The stage is set,

tensions are tight. Like very tight.

Let's get ready to Tumble!

- Thank you, thank you! Wow,

thank you, everyone for being here.

Barry, always amazing.

- Indeed. I'd just like to also add,

no disrespect to our fellow competitors,

but this really is a two-man race.

- Joe, so brave. You are the

prodigal son of aerobics. Welcome back.

- Thank you, Paula. Sorry,

I did not know we were dressing up for this event.

- Now, Joe, the news of your father's death

rocked the aerobics community.

We know that you're presenting his CAC Icon Award

at the gala tonight. Can you take a moment now

to share with us what he meant to you personally?

- Yeah, check this out. Look, he was my dad.

You guys knew him as Godfather Aerobics,

but he was just my dad, you know? Ummmmmm.

I remember him as a guy who taught me how to ride a bike,

who showed me how to fish, who showed me how to

shave my legs for a performance,

but I ran away from home to pursue a career

that didn't pan out. It's tough, father-son ...

You know, you get it. How's your thing with your dad?

Yeah, yeah, it's probably good.

I regret a lot. I regret ...

You know, I have regrets.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Can we get him some water?

- Yeah, let's get some water.

You want something to drink, too?

- I'm fine, thank you.

- Jean Claude Van Dam! What a performance!

Don't buy any of this sappy, after-school special bullshit,

because this imposter doesn't care about aerobics.

Never respected his father's career like I did.

Most importantly, he doesn't care about you.

But you know who does care about you?

Barry "F"in' Cross. Look under your seats.

Who wants a Metbit? You get a Metbit!

You get a Metbit! You get a Metbit! You get a Metbit!

You get a Metbit! You get a Metbit!

You don't get a Metbit.

- I could use that water.

- I'm not gonna puke. I won't.

- Oh, snap, yo!

I found the goods!

- Bulk Plus 5000. He's on a weight-cut cocktail.

- The nitro count. What happened to

good old fashioned starvation? Laxatives? Bulemia?

- I haven't worn a 'tard in years,

I wanted to look pretty! But pretty isn't free!

- What the fuck is going on?

- He's going to need to sweat this off immediately.

- There are things in my blood!

- I'll distract the press, you sneak him downstairs.

- There's a steam room on the second floor.

- Come on, let's go. - What?

- Let's get up. - Where are we going?

- We're going to the steam room.

- I'm not ready to take our relationship to that level.

- What happened to your son?

- Yeah, will he give the speech at the gala?

- Let's settle down, settle down everyone.

There's a perfectly good explanation for all of this.

He will not be coming out right now

because clearly, he needs his rest.

Our only son has been tasked with

filling the shoes of a legendary man.

- Mom! My mom!

- He came here to prove to the aerobics community

that he has what it takes to change his life,

and to continue our legacy. That ...

- My mom!

- Dedication has lead to sheer exhaustion,

and that's what he's recovering from right now.

Oh, I will be giving the speech at the CAC gala tonight,

but mark my words, Joseph will be dancing tomorrow.

- Okay, can't take this out for one hour.

- Huh?

- You can't take this out for one hour,

or it'll stain your teeth.

- Uh

- Where are we going? The steam room's the other way.

- We aren't going anywhere. I am going to get revenge.

Alone, so shoo shoo.

- Wow, you're such a jerk when you're on drugs.

Fine, go alone!

- Alright.

You want a lesson? Come on, Barry.

- Who is it?

I don't hear nothing.

Maybe they sent us a bottle of champaign!

Champaign and style, Barry!

Well, well well.

- Who here wants to play a game, huh?

It's called two truths and a lie.

Barry Cross, I hate your guts,

Claudia, I still have feelings for you,

and somebody in this room owns half of Fitness Biteforce,

and it's not me. It's not me, guess who it is.

Oh! You lose! All three of them were true!

Yeah, your wife has been cheating on you, Barry

with her money. Yeah, she thinks I could beat you

in finals, so she sent me a bet.

She gave me $50,000 for half of my business.

- Claudia, is this true?

- Okay, relax, okay, I can explain.

I can ex ... Augh!

I can explain.

- You betrayed me?

- What?

- You betrayed me?

- Okay, listen, trust me. I can explain everything

once he leaves. I know what I'm doing.

- Leave? I'm not leaving! This is the greatest moment

of my life! This is better than winning anything!

- Oh my God!

- What a loser.

- Dad?

- Son! 0500 wake up call for finals.

Time for body and bag inspection.

- Oh no, I'm dead! I'm dead!

- I wish.

- Oh my God!

- Don't ask me, this is your dream.

- Oh, so I'm dreaming?

Even though you're dressed like an angel, I'm not dead?

- I'm dressed like an angel because your brain is a turd.

And right now you're passed out on a hotel room floor

soaked in a puddle of your own piss.

- Eh, that makes sense.

- Pay attention. This is a journey

of self-exploration, Joe.

One that will allow you to examine various versions

of your life. Past, present and future.

Welcome to your past.

- Oh my God!

- Later today, you lose to, well (chuckles) me.

- This is the finals! Right!

Oh yeah, and I was gonna propose to Claudia if I had won!

- Yeah, and we know how this one turns out, don't we.

A pawned ring, decades of self-destructive debauchery.

Would you care to see how your life would turn out

had you won that day?

- I don't know, Barry, would I?

- I don't know, Joe, would you?

- Yeah, I probably would.

- Yeah, you probably would

(normal voice) shut up! Now, you ready?

- What is this?

- This is how we step into time.

Five, six, seven, eight.

- Here we go!

- Why am I singing?

- Sacrilege, this hurts me just lookin' at it

- What is this?

- I just told you.

This is your life if you had won when we were teenagers.

- Hey, babe, Davey and Posh Beckham are wondering

if we're doing another fitness camp at Burning Man.

- It really helped to boost our

social media presence but it wasn't worth

dealing with those dirty hippies.

- Yeah.

- Can we go to Can instead?

- Sure, just keep me away from the bread.

French gluten will be the death of me.

- I win one stupid aerobics competition and

I turn into a fitness douche bag?

- Um, Mr. Force, excuse me is

now a good time for me to

polish your (stutters) trophies

- Go ahead, but don't look at us.

If I had won, I'd be married to Claudia,

and have a successful gym and

you'd be my stuttering man-servant?

- Yes, uh, things took a downhill turn

for me after I lost to you.

You had to check me into rehab. Twice.

For sniffing glue.

But I do credit your book Force Of Habit

for being my fitness mantra and changing my life.

- And I'm a best selling author?

Oh, man!

Oh, oooh, can I see your timeline?

Please Angel Barry, I just wanna see your lowest low.

Did you give hand jobs for glue money?

- Who told--

This is about you.

- Fine, just stay here and watch me have sex with your wife.

- Get on the stepper, asshole it's time to see

what happens to your future if you lose tomorrow.

- No! I wanna watch me do it.

- I can make you shit yourself with one snap of my fingers.

- Yeah? Okay, do it - Yeah, I can do it

- Oh you can? Oh Yeah? - Yeah I will

You want me to snap my fingers?

- Oh, yeah, do it - You're gonna shit your pants

Ahh, man there's so much!

Fine I'll do it, just snap it away please.

Thank you.

- Five, six, seven, eight

- Oh, this isn't so bad.

Do I move here and start at life of folk music,

fishing and full breasted country bumpkins?

- Oh, you don't live here.

This is your future if you don't make it to finals tomorrow.

- This fresh air, that Joe forced restraining order.

I can finally breathe again.

- Restraining order?

- Just watch.

- This break is giving me time to think about our future.

It's not too late to try again.

- A child?

Yes, a cross-bred fitness god,

let's do it right here under the warmth of the sun.

- Did you just bring me to watch your date?

- Watch.

Look at you, look at what you've become.

- What did I do to my hair?

- Nothing can harm us now.

Y'all coulda been different Mr. Cross.

Ya shoulda just let nature take its course.

It will in the end anyhow.

So open the car.

Open the fucking car!

- Drive! Drive!

- I turn into a psychopath?

No, no, no make it stop, take me away!

- Nooo!

- Honestly Angel Barry I don't know

how much more of this I can take

- This is the last step, Joe.

This is your future if you win tomorrow.

- It is such an honor to host the CAC Gala 2039

just like my dearest Mummy Wintrest before me.

Tonight we are here to honor the man

who ushered in a new era of aerobics, Joe Force.

- Oh wow. I look pretty good for an old guy.

- And to present this life time achievement award

I'd like to welcome to the stage,

his best friend, Barry Cross.

- Thank you, thank you.

What? Why do you look the same?

- I know, I look great don't I?

Seminal retention.

Holyfield versus Tyson, Karrigan versus Harding

a bloody ear, a busted kneecap

rivalries can bring out the worst in us.

- God, you are boring even, even in the future.

- Now, 20 years ago, I lost to my own doughboy.

Mmm, pudgy.

And that day changed our lives forever.

You see, my cookie dough loving friend here

he pushed me the right way and together we

elevated the game we love, competitive aerobics

to the next level and I'm gonna be honest with you.

Joe went through some major hard times.

- Aww come on, what happened to old Joe?

- Cataracts, early onset dementia,

incontinence, sprained ankle.

- Eight failed marriages

- Wow I got married eight times?

- Yeah, divorced ten.

- And of course the infamous penis accident of 2024

- Oh no what happened to my dick?

- There was a rattle snake.

- But here he is, nonresponsive,

noncommunicative, no idea why he's here,

where he is, who you are and yet here he is.

- What about you, did anything bad happen to you?

- No.

- Tonight, I celebrate us.

Taking your hand, forever champions!

Thank you, thank you.

- Um, are you gonna say anything

actually positive about him?

This is his award. - Yes.

Um, oh. Yeah, uh..

Yeah, big guy..

This is for you, take it!

Check him cause I think I smell a poopy, k?

- So my future's terrible no matter what?

- Your future is what you make of it, Joe.

So don't be a bitch.

- Barry, why are you so hard on me?

- I'm hard on you because I'm your best friend.

- What? Why are you shaking me?

- Barry Cross is my best friend!

Ahh! God! Mom, I'm awake!

- That's not why I hit you.

I am tired of your antics, Joseph

you have become a liability.

- Mom, you're overreacting.

- Oh, really?

Tina found you passed out in Barry's room

she had to drag your limp body through the

kitchen so that the press didn't see you.

- Good for her.

- Where are you going?

- I'm getting ready for my speech!

- Absolutely not! We have too much on the line.

If Barry even senses any weakness he'll just pounce again.

- Mom, I've got this, I just got back

from my spiritual journey with Barry

We're good now!

- Well, you are absolutely not speaking tonight.

- Unless I die between now and the gala I am giving a speech

- Fine! One jumbled sentence and I will have Mrs. Winters

rip that microphone out of your hand.

- Damn right I will.

- You can rip whatever you want

- He's a mess

- I can get him out of there, I just need charcoal,

cayenne pepper and a turkey baster.

- Turkey baster?

- Yep.

- Joseph, that's not a toilet.

- Thank you, Seattle Superbodies.

Ah, so great.

Another Dancetarian for you shelves.

Their aerobics programs in Filipino prisons

are inspiring inmates around the world.

Now, I know it's getting late,

and everyone needs to rest up for the finals tomorrow.

So, without further ado,

I would like to introduce our last speaker to the stage.

Joe Force will be accepting

the CAC Icon Award

on behalf of his father,

the dearly beloved Colonel Force.

- Thank you.

Biting someone's ear off.

Smashing knee caps.

Cookie dough.

Those are the things I think about

when I think about Barry Cross.

- Um, are you okay,

because your mother told me... - Yeah.

No, I'm fine, I just...

I'm going to borrow this.

My father was a juggernaut.

The King of Aerobics.

The most important man in the history of our sport.

But, he faced competition.

But what did he do about it?

He said bring it the fuck on

because he knew that competition made him stronger.

What did I do, huh?

What did I do, Dad?

I lost one time, and I ran away from home.

I started a terrible band,

built a bar in my car,

had sex with a lot of women that I know regret it,

and, lived off of a potato-based diet for years.

And whiskey, and rum, I mean, a lot of alcohol.

And drugs.

It's not my point.

My point is,

people say that when starting aerobics,

all you have to do

is learn how to take the first step.

So, I'm gonna do that tonight.

I'm gonna invite my rival, my friend,

Barry Cross, to the stage.

Barry Cross, ladies and gentlemen.

You see, aerobics is not about fighting.

It's about using competition to make yourself better.

To Colonel Tom Force, the King of Aerobics.

Hear that?

That's a freight train.

It's coming straight for you.

I'm gonna mow you down and have sex with your wife.

Choo-choo!

- Son of a bitch.

I hate you.

Your father hated you.

Your mother's gonna hate you when I beat you.

You know what?

I'm gonna put her to work for me in my juice bar,

tight clothes,

20-year-old douche bags objectifying her

from morning to night.

She's gonna reek of codfish liver old.

- Let's get ready to tumble!

- Hey.

- We need to talk.

- Come in.

- Barry won't speak to me.

He's turned off his phone, moved into a new suite,

locked himself into his portable hyperbolic chamber.

- Oh, no.

How could he?

- I don't know, I...

Oh, don't even pretend like you care.

You're the reason that this has all happened.

You stormed into my room

and dropped a bomb on my marriage,

and now I'm never gonna win my husband back.

- I'm sorry, I was high on diet pills.

- Oh, this is why I don't help people

because when you help people things get messy.

What is this?

- Oh, um, I'm rehearsing my finals performance.

It's amazing.

- I'm sure.

- Do you need a place to stay?

- No, I just...

Don't do that.

Stop...

Don't!

You always do that shit.

- So, why are you here?

- Because I can't control either of you idiots.

But, I can help you win this thing.

If everything goes south,

and I get divorced after all this,

I am gonna need that money more than you do.

- Oh...

Really?

- Divorces are expensive.

So...

- So, what?

- So, show me what you got.

Oh, my...

- Oh, my routine.

Oh, right, okay.

Sit down.

Sit.

Okay, and I got these, a little music.

- On the next Let's Get Physical...

- What is it going to take

for you two to stay on your marks?

- Colonel's got millions a dollars.

- You sold half our gym to Claudia?

Two-faced, skanky waif.

- Stay until the end of the finals,

and then we'll figure it out.

I'm gonna give the greatest losing performance

anyone has ever seen.

Holy shit, I'm gonna win.

- Grandma's house.