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Here, baby.

Yeah, Jack.
Come on, baby!

Get him!

Come on, ref, that was three.

Come on, baby.
Get up!

Whoo!

One, two, three!

-Goddamn right.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Get your hands off me!

Oh, Duffy, Georgia,
my hometown!

This place makes me sick.

Shut up.

Did y'all think
I was gonna lose

to Big Jim, huh?

The Freak from the Creek?

'Cause if y'all did, then
you're dumber than you look,

and that's saying something.

All right!

Where you goin', big brother?

Why don't we settle this
right here, tonight?

-Yeah!

'Cause that's my best friend
you disrespected.

These are my people
you're insulting.

And that's my belt you wearing.

You ain't ever gonna wear
this strap, boy.

Look at you, backing down,
turning tail.

Daddy'd be ashamed.

Y'all want to see

which Spade brother
is really the king?

Yeah!

Then you be back here
next week.

That's right.
One week tonight,

you and me in the Main Event.

Any time. Any place.

I just told you the time
and place, stupid!

You want this belt?
You come and get it.

Hey, Jack.

Fuck you.

There he is.

Jack.Diego, all right.
Yeah!

Hey, Jack.
Please, you got to tell Ace

to stop breaking
the goddamn mics.

The fuckin' fog machine
broke too, Willie.

Sorry, Jack.

The camera shell cracked
when Denny fell on me.

Fuck fell.
Jack threw me onto you.

Fellas, we need new
cameras anyway. Y'all good?

-Yeah.
-All right.

Did you hear him cuss
out there?

I did.
Did you hear the crowd?

She can't breathe, Ace.

Holy shit!
You hear that pop?

Man, the place is gonna
go nuts when I win.

Hey, dude.
Hey.

What?

What, you're mad
'cause I said "fuck"?

Come on.
They loved it.

We got kids
who come to the show, Ace.

Yeah, to see me.
I mean, listen to that.

When you're in my ring,
you stick to my script.

Ace! Ace! Ace! Ace!

Ace. Ace. Ace. Ace.
You hear that?

- Yeah.
-Ace. Ace.

I heard that.

Ace!

Hey.
Come on, wake up, sleepyhead.

It's time for church.

Is Dad coming this time?

Daddy's got a lot going on,
honey.

What?!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, man.

Thomas, we gotta go.
I can't be late.

Hon, I gotta warm up
with the band.

We driving to church
separate or together?

Um, why-why don't
y'all go ahead?

I-I-I gotta shower.

You said that last week.

Well, I fell asleep last week.
Wasn't deliberate.

I sang great, by the way.

Are you making me feel guilty
about missing church?

Mm, more about missing me.

Oh, well then, ouch.
I'll just rinse off then.

Hey, think of it as time
together as a family.

I like that.
Thomas does too.

He heard our fight last night.

That wasn't fightin'.

That was-that was lovin'
with raised voices.

And if our boy's
gonna get hitched, one day,

he's gonna need to learn
about things

like raised voices
and church guilt.

And four fog machines
showin' up out of nowhere.

Expensive fog machines.

Expensive but durable.
Wrestling's a show.

It's theater.

And we need a good fog machine.

Four fog machines.

Because the Dome's a big place.

- Mm-hmm.
-And my daddy bought shitty,

broken-down fog machines.

So I thought it'd be nice
if I invested in our future.

Okay. Well, yes.

Well, if you'd told me

our investment strategy

included four fog machines,

I would have been able to do

a quick search
on a half-dozen websites

that could have shipped
these same four fog machines

for substantially less dollars
than you purchased them for.

You make a great point.

Hey, Jack, look.

You know
what's in this envelope?

Are we going together
or are we driving separate?

Our coupons.

Our coupons
that I clip each week

so we can stretch
our dollars...

-Okay.
- ...and just spend smart

so we can just spend them
on us.

You know, like, buying Thomas
a new baseball bat

or those EvoShields
all his friends got

or, once a month,
seeing a movie in a theater

instead of outta Redbox.

Come on now.
Movies are shit nowadays.

We don't have to watch
the movie.

We can make out in the back

like we used to
when we were young.

I know. Remember when we saw

North by Northwest at DeSoto?

You wore that green dress
with nothing on underneath.

Hush.

Now, look, I know we both
decided it'd be good for me

to stay home
while Thomas is in school,

but maybe it's not
such a bad time

I start looking for a job.

My mother never had
to have a job,

and I never want you
to have to have a job either.

Well, you keep buying
four fog machines

without consulting
old penny pincher here,

we're not gonna have a choice.

That's not fair.

You put sex
on my mind before church?

How dare you?

Well, after church,
we can go see a movie.

I'll leave my underwear
in the car.

Hey, hey.

I haven't finished the script.

Who should win?

Us.

Hurry up. I'll be in the car.

Thomas, let's go.

Grandma!

Hey!
There's my favorite grandson.

And your favorite son.

And where's
my other favorite son?

If he's not here,
he's late.

Well, Ace told me
he stayed at your house.

What room did he stay in?

I'm late. I got to get inside.

What are those?
Can I have one?

After.

Why doesn't he piss
on the other side of the tree

where no one can see him?

What can I say?
The man is a showman.

Ace. Ace.

Why don't you use the restroom
inside the church, you pig?

That toilet's right next
to the pulpit,

and you can hear it flush.
Trying to be respectful.

You just pissed
on God's property.

God don't want me pissing,

he shouldn't have made me
need to piss.

Staci sang great.

Liturgy is not a performance.

No, ma'am.

And the new pastor can't
no more preach than a cat.

Hey, well at least I made it,
right?

Yes, Lord.

Both my boys.
Now, you and your brother

got to be good to each other
tonight, you hear?

World needs love right now.

Hey, he writes the scripts,
not me.

Hey, Uncle Ace.

Dang, kid, how much you weigh?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Oh, you comin'
to the match tonight?

Mom said it might be too late.

Stace!

I didn't say you weren't going.

Well, you can't miss it, buddy.

I need my biggest fan there,
biggest and best fan, baby.

When you're in the crowd
cheering me on,

I know I'm good.

-Where's Jack?
-In his Jeep.

He doesn't like
being seen in public,

much less being friendly
the day of the match.

Especially not
with, uh, yours truly.

That's "kayfabe," right?

That's kayfabe.

Gotta keep up the act
all the time,

even if it's outside
of the ring,

even if it's at church,
so folks know it's real.

Protecting the business.

Once, when their father
broke his leg during a match,

he rolled around
in a wheelchair for a month

so the boys would think
it really happened.

But people know
that it's fake, right?

Don't say "fake."
You're a wrestling wife now.

But yes, they know.

But if they know,
then what's the point?

How is it this man
got you pregnant

and he hasn't
let you know this?

We were busy doing more
important things, Mrs. Spade,

like practicing
getting pregnant.

Ace, Ace.
Can we have your autograph?

He's talking about intercourse,
Mama.

Hush!

Them believin' one is good
and one is bad

makes them, the audience,
part of the show.

It's kinda ridiculous.

Then again,
every time he wrestles,

it scares me to death.
I don't know how you do it.

Kayfabe.

All right,
I'll see y'all tonight.

Thomas!

Do we always sell out?

Used to, back in the day.
Then shit dried up.

But Jack bringing Ace on
sure seems to be working.

I been at this thing
since I was 18.

I done tore my ACL,
my MCL, my PCL.

Shit, I done tore every letter
in the damn alphabet.

And every show,
I put on a five-star match.

Ace ain't got a scratch on him.

And he's the one
in the Main Event?

-So quit already.
- Pssh!

What you talking about?
Y'all need me.

Bobby Pin,
get your funky ass ready.

Come on. 'Cause ain't nobody

in the DWL that can do this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

New guy, what's the matter
with you?

-Huh?
-Why ain't you hurtin'?

'Cause it didn't hurt.

Well, the crowd is supposed
to believe that it did.

But there's no crowd here.

This is practice.

Look, get on the top rope
and give me an elbow drop,

and I'ma show you
how to sell the pain.

Hey, you...

I-I got it.
I got it.

From the top?

Get your ass up there.

Okay. Yes, sir.

Oh! Hot damn, motherfucker.

Oh, man. I'm sorry.
I didn't know--

oh, is that you selling
the pain?

That's really good, man.

No, asshole.
That shit really hurt.

Oh, what did I do wrong?

Pretty much everything, dude.

You let your weight
come down on your elbow.

You got to bring it
down on your leg

and let your arm hang loose
when it hits him.

Well, she's right.
That's wrestling 101.

Now what type
of deepfake video clip

did you drop on Jack

to get you joined up
in his joint?

Men.

Jack.

Sorry.

Come on out

to Florida Wrestling Dystopia

this Saturday and witness

the premier wrestling talent
in the South.

Half-price tickets to anyone

who promises
they'll never set foot

in the DWL Dome again.

The Duffy Wrestling League
is done.

Dystopia is the new breed.

And Gully is god.

Really got his goat
you wouldn't use his finisher.

I always thought people
tapping out looked fake.

Did you finish the script?

Shall I make room
for little brother up here?

You think he should win?

Ace is the reason
we finally got a full house.

Show business 101.
Keep the shiny star happy.

The outcome will be
in the best interest

of the overall narrative.

Whose narrative?

May have to get a new ref.

Denny hurt his ankle when
you threw him out of the ring.

I'll call Denny.

He's mad I don't let him
talk more.

Listen, I was in character.

You're always in character.

He says it ain't worth
the lousy pay.

-Yeah?
-Speaking of lousy,

Charlie Gully shit on us
at another

Florida Wrestling Dystopia
event.

He's telling everyone
his promotion's

gonna run us out of business.

Charlie Gully, he's a hack.

Thinks he invented the idea
of guys bleeding in the ring.

They-they don't even
do wrestling.

They stage car crashes.

They're packing places out
all over North Florida.

Car crash happens,
folks like to stop and look.

And then they drive away.

Look, this Yankee dick-shittin'
plastic fishworm peddler,

whatever the fuck he does,
woke up one morning,

thought he was Vince McMahon.
They got nothing we don't.

Except a lot
of plastic fishing worm money.

Look, the Dome needs fixing up.
Roof is leaking.

We don't start paying our guys
more, they're gonna head

for greener--well,
less brown--pastures.

Plus, we've been building up
to you versus Ace forever.

And after tonight, how do we
keep folks coming back?

My match with Big Jim's
got nearly 10,000 views online.

We got heat, Willie.
We got heat.

Heat like the DWL ain't had
since Dad versus Wild Bill.

But we need nicer shit.
We need to upgrade our cameras.

Staci's gonna love that.

What-what's good for DWL
is good for Staci.

You keep telling yourself that.

Mm-hmm.

Who do you think
your dad would have win?

Don't matter. He's dead.

Tonight's sold out
'cause of me,

and I'm only makin' 50 bucks.

Go back to Winn-Dixie.

I don't wanna go back
to fuckin' Winn-Dixie.

That's why I got fired.

Tomorrow, when I'm champ,

I'm demanding 100 a show.

Are you for sure winning?

I'll pay you back.

It's supposed to make your eyes
stand out on stage.

Stuffed Tricia Bell
last night twice.

That's one thirsty angel.
Might be time for a new valet.

What about Crystal?

What about her?

It's kind of
a pointless job anyway.

Yeah, well, it seems
important to her.

Here you go.

Good luck at the match tonight.

Thank you, Helen.
You have a good day.

Put the gum back, Ace.
Please.

You steal shit
every time you come in here.

Only reason I ain't
called the cops is

'cause your daddy
was good to my family.

Put it back.

Tom would be ashamed.

Hey, Helen.

You remember that time
when we were kids

and y'all came over
to our house for supper?

I do.

I just had to sit there
and listen to you talk and eat.

Man, did you eat.
Scoop after scoop of casserole.

I thought, for sure,
you'd bust.

You just kept on talking
all night long

about this little puppy dog

you found on the side of
the road. You remember that?

Ace, let's go.

About a week later,

Mom told us that dog got loose
and got hit by a car.

You know what ol' Tom said?

"Probably for the best.

That Cooper girl'd
probably eat it anyway."

Goddamn, did we laugh.

Hey, Jack. you.

How you doin', Mr. Cooper?

Yes, sir.

It ain't
about winnin' or losin'.

It's about getting over
with the crowd.

Your job, as you go
through your matches,

whatever the outcome is,
make 'em love you...

Or make 'em love hating you.

I started out as
the Venice Menace,

since I figured
nobody in Georgia

want to cheer for a Cuban,
and I look Italian, so--

No. No, you do not.

But the fans didn't bite.

They couldn't wrap
their heads around it.

Because you don't look Italian.

-Then one night,

King Spade comes up to me,

and he hands me this mask.
Tells me

I'm a Mexican luchador,
Diego Cottonmouth.

Now the fans can't stand me,

especially since
I'm here legally,

which I love reminding 'em.

Hey, Willie.

I was wondering if there was
a locker I could use.

Crystal, you've been
here for two months.

You know the locker room's
for wrestlers.

All right, assholes.

Jack's got the rundown.
Hustle up!

Come on. Let's go, man.

Get that Main Event, man.

Know I been...

All right, we're gonna
yank the curtain back tonight

with Rooster
going over on Bobby Pin.

Oh, really?
I was kind of thinking I--

No, you weren't.

Hey, really, I was.
I was thinking like--

No. When it comes
to the script,

Jack does the thinking.
You do what Jack writes.

Well, I had an idea. I think--

Keep it in your head
and out of your mouth.

All right,
Apocalypse going over on Diego.

Feel free to get
a USA chant going.

We got the Goblin Boys
going over on Rude Rudy.

After intermission,
want y'all back out

for the Battle Royal.

Apocalypse, Big Jim, you two
are the last men standing.

Just when it looks like
he's got you,

get a Big Jim chant going
from the Big Jim-loving crowd,

take him out
over the top rope. All right?

I've been cutting weight
so you can lift me.

You might need to drop

20 more pounds for the match.

-No.

Big Jim, make sure you stay
camera side for the finish.

You're the star tonight.
All right?

- All right.
-Ooh.

- Big Jim, baby.
-Whoo!

Ace and I
are gonna bring it home.

Ace is going down via pinfall.

Right.
I got your final scripts

with finishes.

Autographs are now
before showtime.

Do not be late.

Why don't I just not wrestle
at all then?

What then?

I'll put Big Jim back
in the Main Event.

The Freak from the Creek
is a big fan favorite.

Why are you doing this?

Charlie Gully's
Florida Dystopia

is breathing down
our fuckin' necks.

I got to subvert expectations

and keep our fan base
interested and engaged.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means,
if you beat me tonight,

then what do we do then?

But if they see their hero
lose to the villain,

and they get to watch
their hero

fight his way back up top,
that's something.

That's an angle.

Jack, folks are comin' tonight

because they want
to see me win tonight.

They're coming tonight
because they trust me

to tell them a better story

than what they have
to live with every day.

Jack, it's grown men
in costumes

pretending to hit each other.
It's supposed to be fun.

Not at the expense
of being good.

Marty Cooper
called me up today.

His daughter went home crying.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

That's why I'm losing?

Because I defended myself
against Helen Cooper?

In town, on a match day.

People need to believe
you're a good guy.

They do! Because I am.

Can you fuckin' believe Jack?

What, now you doggin' me too?

I didn't say anything, dude.

It's just a belt.

Sure.

How's it happen?

It's a half-hour match.

Then Ace super kicks Jack.
But instead of pinning him,

Ace trots around the ring,
playing to the crowd.

When Ace finally goes
for the pin,

Jack hits an inside cradle
for the three count.

Jesus Christ, I could come up
with something

better than that.
It's bullshit.

What, Dad just leaves this all
to him and I'm just stuck?

Look, I've been watching
matches here

since I was little.

Sometimes losing is
the best way

to win over a crowd.

Yeah, I was at
your last football game,

where you threw the pick
to lose in overtime.

I was, like, 15.

And even though
I already knew who you were

'cause you were
King Spade's kid...

-And all-district quarterback.
-Hmm.

There was something

about seeing you
on the field

alone, crying.

I wasn't crying.

Mm, yeah, you were.

But that's all right

'cause it made me
feel for you.

And that's when I knew
that one day, somehow,

I was gonna put on
a spandex leotard

and hit someone
with a steel chair for you.

Wasn't crying.

Come here.

I don't think I'm supposed
to be in here.

Hey, hey, it's all right.
Everybody's going home.

- Shirt.
-Oh, come here.

Ah, fuck.

Not looking. Just walking.
Leaving.

Let me know
when I can finish my shit.

-Really, dude?

So everybody's gone home, huh?

Jack Spade! Run! Run! Run!

Willie.

What the hell's going on?

We got a visitor.

And so I said,

"Hell, if I'ma have
a sex tape out there,

I might as well teach
some technique."

Oh, there he is.

Jack Spade!

Nastiest heel I ever saw.

Learned from the best.

I was only the best
'cause I had Tom.

Sort of like you two, I hear.

Too bad there ain't
a ladder involved tonight.

No, that's your
and Dad's thing.

Yeah. And it killed.

Those matches
made my whole career.

How I got discovered,
how I got to leave Duffy.

Speaking of me being rich,

barbecue I ordered
for y'all is here.

Go get it.

Go.

They can have the pig.
I need something harder.

-Whoo! Brings back memories.
-Yes, it does

Poured me and your dad
a lot of these.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.
Your mother doing any better?

Oh, you'll have to ask
Jesus Christ.

Only person
she talks to nowadays.

Ha!

How's business?

It's good. It's good.

Oh!

Oh, Christ, Jack.

I know you think I could
have done more to help.

Well sure as shit
could have done something.

I did my time in Duffy.

Okay. So why are you here?

Ace. Suits from up North
sent me to scout him.

It's early in the process.
He'd go to developmental.

But they think he can succeed
at the highest level.

He's a kid.

He hasn't mastered
this level yet.

The way he pops the crowd already,
he's a natural.

It's in his blood.

You never even seen him
in the ring.

I have.
They have... thanks to you.

Those videos you put online.

He's not gonna leave
what we're building.

I left. I came back
this morning on a Learjet.

How'd that work out?

You think I care about that?

I think your brother will.

Jets, limos, sold-out stadiums.

What are you trying
to resurrect here anyway?

Look, I love my dad,

but he did not know
how to grow,

didn't know how to evolve.

Didn't want to.
I'm getting the DWL out there,

and people are responding
to the storylines,

to the characters,
because I'm pretty good

at making sure
they fuckin' care.

And you believe that you, this,

can be the new,
better competition?

Sooner than you think.

Didn't y'all do a show

at the Golden Corral buffet
last month?

Listen, Bill, I get it.

You made your choice.

You did your thing.
You went up North.

You made yourself a career.

Got to hold
a world championship belt

above your head on national TV.

But just because
people know you here,

just because your picture's
on the fuckin' wall,

don't mean you get to come back
down here and patronize.

Just because you got more
don't mean we got any less.

This place, Jack.

Your dad built a cathedral

to a local pastime.

It's a community theater.
It's a hobby.

One of your own guys,

your blood, leaving
for the real thing:

you should be proud of that

'cause it's, honestly,
the best you can do.

Bill, you get the fuck
out of my office.

You really are so much
like him.

What'd I say?

My point exactly.

Do you want to see
a bunch of money

hanging off that Jeep?

Hey, young man.
Got some news for you.

Boys from headquarters
sent me here to scout you.

You're good.

Come on! Yeah!

Thank you, brother.

Okay. Try this one on for size.

So I get up the top
turnbuckle here,

moonsault,

you catch me midair, and bam,
slam me onto the ground.

Everybody thinks I'm done.

But I get back up,
I kick out, right?

So you get up.
We start trading punches,

give you a Superkick,
you go down.

You get back up, and bam,
another Superkick.

That it?

No, there's more.

Right. Right, right.

Okay, so--so you're down.

Uh, but I-but I don't
pin you just yet

'cause I don't want the match
to end yet, right?

So you get up.
I hit you back down.

I go down for the pin.
But you wave me off.

You know you're beat,
you know, sad.

But... you get back up

one more time.

And you look to me, and I look
straight back at you.

And we smile
'cause we're brothers.

Shake hands. Then bam!

Another Superkick,
pin you for the win.

I don't hate it.

And, Jack,
if y'all play it right,

it'll put you over even more,
get the fans on your side.

I'm sorry.
What's your name again?

Cheryl?

-Crystal.
-Crystal.

What makes you think I want
to be in good with the fans?

Nobody would expect it?

Jack, it's good.
This is exciting.

What say you, Big Jim?

Feels like the end
of something.

What the fuck?

It does feel like
the end of something.

Ace, it's a conclusion.

Well, yeah, if Wild Bill sees
what I can do in the ring,

I'm gone.

Finish stays the same.

You want that title belt,
you stick around,

you earn it just like
everybody else does.

I don't-I don't even know
why I try.

You know, everybody else
is happy for me.

Well, their opinions
don't matter.

Even if he leaves,
we still got me,

we still got Big Jim.
We'll be all right.

Yeah. Now say that again
like you mean it.

This barbecue sucks.

We should go somewhere
tonight after to celebrate.

Celebrate me losing?

Celebrate that this is
your big break

and what that means for us.

Hey, where'd you go?

Had to pick up an old friend.

Give us a minute, darling?
Need to talk, just us men.

Hop in, Ace.

Where we headed?

Away from here.

So tonight, is there
anything, like, specific

you're looking for?

Yeah, I'm looking for a woman
that worships fame

more than looks and revels
in nudity with strangers.

Oxys. Good shit.

I shouldn't.
Fucks me up too much.

That's the point. Keep them.

Señorita back there,
that your girlfriend?

Nah, she's just my valet.

We can find you someone better,
taller certainly.

Tonight, just do your thing.

Need to see you
tell a story in the ring,

really work the crowd.
This is your shot.

Tell Jack that.
His ring, his script.

Pssh.
Your brother's a know-it-all

who doesn't know anything.

He clings
to these rigid scripts.

If Jack was half
as smart as he thought,

he'd see that's not
how it works.

It's about bein' adaptable.

Wrong word, wrong guy.

You hate him, don't you?

We're different.

Tale as old as time.
Brothers sparring.

Cain and Abel,
like Esau and Jacob.

I don't know the last two.

Oh, I know your mother.

She'd slap you silly right now.

Jacob stole
his brother Esau's birthright.

Guy who took the ladder
to heaven?

There you go.

Shit was never meant
to be good between them.

It was foreshadowed.
Read your Genesis.

"And the LORD said unto her,
'Two nations are in thy womb,

and two manner of people shall
be separated from thy bowels,

and the one people shall be
stronger than the other people,

and the elder
shall serve the younger.'"

Whose bowels?

Their fuckin' mother's.
Rebekah.

You know the Bible real good.

Yeah, you would too if you got
hit with one for 17 years.

King Spade.

Jack Spade.

Ace Spade.

Tom loved that stupid shit.

Jack used to drive me
to school.

This one day,
my dad was loaded and--

Please don't fuckin' tell me
a depressing story.

I...

He's just always trying
to protect me, I guess.

Thinks he still got to.

To keep you under his thumb,

keep you from getting
what's yours.

Like the belt.

You need to send him a message.

Baby brother's in charge now.

I could skip autographs.

Sure. That's one way.

But back in our day,
guy got out of line,

Tom and I would make sure
a few punches landed for real.

That's the shit
I like to see.

Jacob had the guts
to wrestle with God.

How about you?

There you go.
Enjoy the show.

Hey. Okay, okay.

Never really thought the view
was worth the climb.

You can see the lightning bugs.

Did I ever tell you my mother
wouldn't let me come

to shows here
when I was little?

But my Daddy would have
his buddies over

they'd watch old WCW
pay-per-views

and analyze what worked,
what didn't.

Of course, I'd sneak out
my room, and, uh,

I got to watch Flair versus
Sting for World Championship.

I hated Flair.

That's what made Flair great.

Now, my mom caught me.
She made me go back to sleep.

But I watched it back
the next day.

Flair got cocky, Sting hit him
with the inside cradle,

got the one, two, three.
And the crowd cheered so loud,

I swear to God,
the arena was shaking.

But the crazy thing was,
first thing Sting did,

grabbed the microphone,
and he said,

"Ric Flair is the greatest
World Champion of all time."

These fuckin' people
didn't know what to do

'cause they're supposed
to be mortal enemies,

but the Stinger broke kayfabe
just to give Flair credit

because he knew that people
only love the good guy

as much as they hate the bad.

You want me to turn heel?

Yes, sir.
All right.

I'm out cold.
I'm about to get pinned, right?

You run down, you deck the ref,
you chokeslam Ace

because you're-you're jealous.

You're done
playing second fiddle.

You beat the shit
out of him on the ground.

You put my arm over.
Shake up the ref.

I get the one, two, three,

and then you just go on
whipping his ass.

Now, when I come to,
I'm-I'm-I'm torn.

I'm torn. That's my brother.

Right, so I hit you
with something.

I run you off.

And Ace gets to go off
into the sunset,

do whatever he's going to.

But you and I
pull the double turn.

I'm the face. You're the heel.

Nobody's gonna see it coming.

I don't want people to boo me.

I don't-I don't understand
you kids nowadays.

What do you mean?

I don't know about no one else.
I like playing a good man.

Walking around town
pretending to be a better man

helps me
actually be a better man.

I like that.

People gonna boo you
for a little bit

because they see
themselves in you.

They see somebody
who made a mistake

and is trying to get it right.

Yeah, the thing is--

But--no, eventually,
you're gonna turn back.

People need to believe
that we can be better,

that we can fix ourselves.
Do you understand?

Jack, I'm retiring.

When?

After tonight. Baby's coming,

and Melanie, she don't get
what we get about it.

You know, if I stop wrestling,

I could pick up
more shifts at work,

maybe be a manager one day.

Plus, she says it's dangerous.

Is that what you think?

I love it.

I actually come up here
to think about

how I was gonna tell you.

I'll still turn heel tonight
if that's what you need.

No, that's all right.
I don't need that.

It's okay.

Can we not tell Ace?
You know how he is.

I-I don't want to mess
with his head tonight.

That's-that's fine.
That's okay.

Fans are really gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss them too.

I really want to win tonight.

My finish is good.
It would work.

Is it your finish?

I thought it was
Crystal's finish.

After I make it big,
I could come back.

I could help you.
I could help the DWL.

Ace, Ace, Ace.

You make it big, you never
gonna see Duffy again...

...till I got to bring
you home to bury you.

I just want my picture up on
the wall next to you and Dad.

Then what the fuck
you leaving for?

Name one person who wouldn't.

-Me.
- Bullshit!

Why can't you
just be happy for me?

I am happy for you.

You're scowling.

You want to leave, leave.

Jack, I'm-I'm trying
to figure out

who's for me
and who's against me.

Don't-don't tell me
you're against me.

If you're leaving the business
that I've been rebuilding

for all of us,

are you for me or against me?

It ain't the same.

Are you for me or against me?

It's not the same.

We're gonna have a show
next Sunday

whether you're here or not.

I need to be here to focus
on the new narrative

for the ones
who are left behind.

Jack, I want to win
the belt tonight.

Dad started it.
You got it. I deserve it.

Why the hell do you get
to make all the decisions?

Well, because one way
or the other,

Dad left me in charge.

And I think that
you need to admit,

there's been a maldistribution
of effort and responsibility

around these parts
since then.

'Cause you never let
anyone else

do any of the work, Jack.

God! This is so you.
Let me tell you something, man.

Just because I don't put
my words and feelings

the way you do don't mean
what I want ain't fair.

Is this 'cause I made your kid
smile in church this morning?

Okay, okay, no.

'Cause he cheers
for me in the ring?

'Cause they all cheer for me?

They cheer for the character.

The character I play.

The character I created.

Don't you keep
your fans waiting.

He's here!
He's here!

Hey, girlfriend. How are you?

Hi. Hi, buddy.

What kind of snake
are you supposed to be?

Guess.

- A cobra.
- No.

-Python.
-No.

Rattlesnake.

Cottonmouth, motherfuckers.

Oh, yeah.
Cottonmouth.

Yeah.

You know
reptiles with venom can't--

Hey!

What the fuck are you doing?

I was just making sure
Ace has everything.

Watch my mouth.

The locker room's
for wrestlers, not valets.

I'm not just a valet.
I can wrestle.

I belong here. You don't.

Take that for the compliment
that it is.

Now beat it. Come on. Jeez.

Long live the king.

Hey, five minutes.
You gonna get dressed?

How are the fog machines
working?

Like fog machines.

What would you do
if you didn't do this?

Tournament bass fishing.

You should address the guys.

Y'all got talent, boys,

so rip it up,
and let the night roar!

Anything you want to add, Jack?

Mm-mm.

Go get 'em so we can get
fucked up!

Good job, dude.

Hey.
How did you get backstage?

I know the guy
that runs the place.

Oh, yeah?

I just want to say good luck.
Thomas is so excited.

Hey, I heard about Ace.
That's a big opportunity.

Yeah.

That's exciting.
That's so great for him.

Yeah. The whole thing's
gonna be something.

It always is.
You are my master showman.

Hey, how the GoPros working?

Got an app.
Tracks our purchases.

Remember when I set it up
on your phone too?

Uh-huh.

You just have
to turn on notifications.

Mm-hmm.

We need them for the show.

Shit. Sorry.

All right.

Hey, are you okay?

I'm fine.

Okay, well that's your cue.
Be safe.

Always am.

I love you.

I love you too.

-Hey.
-Yeah.

What'd you decide
for the finish?

Don't matter. It ain't real.

Thank you.

Are you taking me with you
when you leave Duffy?

Fuck the belt. I already won.

I go wrestle
the match of my life,

and it's like you said:

I get to leave,
and you stay here, forever...

...till you end up
killing yourself like Dad.

Huh?

Hey, guys, chill out.

I love you guys.

I didn't hurt you, did I?

No.

Ah!

Yeah! Come on!

Oh, no! Come on!

Whoo!

Come on!

Holy fuck.
This is gonna be awesome.

-Let's go, Jack.
-Go on, Ace.

Come on! Yeah!

Come on!

Come on! You got him!

Stop!

Come on, baby!

Jack, you're gonna hurt him.

I know.
You're gonna have to call it.

Jack!

Jack.

Jack! Ahh, Jack, stop.

Stop!

-Stop!
-Now!

Ring the bell. Ring the bell.

-Ace, Ace, you okay?

Gah!

Mom...

Gah!

Goddamn it, Jack.

This show sucks.

What a rip-off.

It's a waste of money!