01x08 - Double Turn

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Previously on Heels

Jack Spade's a resilient f*ck,

and Wild Bill's got

a lot of connections.

This fair pops, Jack wins.

Mickey Holloway

he wants you to sing the national anthem

at the Georgia State Rodeo Championship.

Crystal Tyler tried out,

and, honestly, Jack,

she's pretty f*cking good.

I can't put her anywhere near Ace

before the biggest match of his life

and the biggest match of mine.

You know, somebody went out there,

bought Kleenex, passed them all out.

Purchase order came from the

Duffy Wrestling League account,

picked up in store by Jack Spade.

Welcome to Dystopia, baby.

Now it's official.

And next week the belt's gonna be yours.

- It's Ace.

- What about him?

He's at the FWD show with Gully.

Our legendary nemesis, Mr. Jack Spade!

Don't come for my sh*t, boy.

Jack, do you like me?

You're my little brother.

Do you like me as a friend?

Why are you always asking me that?

'Cause I'm not sure if you do.

Well, you're my brother.

I'm supposed to love you, not like you.

Why don't you like me?

'Cause you're a pain in the ass,

always asking me if I like you.

- Not always.

- Often enough.

Trust me, loving you is

better than liking you,

'cause loving you means

I got to be there for you

even when you're a pain in the ass.

That's brothers, dummy.

Hey, you want to go fishing later?

We can use the new pole Dad gave me.

Dad didn't give me one.

Wasn't your birthday.

I had a birthday this year.

We can share mine.

No, thanks.

Hey, I didn't say you could touch that.

Didn't say I couldn't.

Don't touch what ain't yours.

Ugh, I'm sorry.

Say it like you mean it.

Hey, you want to wrestle, boy?

No, sir.

Not you, him.

Seems like you think

you already know how.

- Huh?

- Dad, we were just goofing.

Well, what do you say you and me

do some goofing together, huh?

Come on. Lock it up.

Come on, boy.

You've been hitting the weights, huh?

Goofing's fun, idn't it?

Lock 'em up.

There you go.

Dad, he wasn't hurtin' me.

Quiet, Ace. I'm coachin'.

Hey.

Where do you think you're going, boy?

This ain't over till I say it's over.

Now lock 'em up. Come on.

Huh?

Well, look at that. You can learn, huh?

You quit, huh?

Oh, ho-ho.

Look what I woke up, huh?

You want to play like that, huh?

Come on, son, you lock it up now.

You quit, huh, Jack?

Agh, I know you're enjoying this.

I just want to make you happy.

Jack, you told Ace don't

touch what ain't yours.

Well, Ace ain't yours,

so you don't touch him.

- You got it?

- Aah!

Dad, we were just goofing.

Quiet!

Come on, Jack, quit.

Come on, Jack!

Somebody get that m*therf*cker!

Ace, come on!

sh*t, come on.

Hey, Jack, I'm drunk,

I can't drive Mom's car!

Follow me! We'll get Mom's car later!

Get the f*ck in, Ace!

- Ah, f*ck.

- sh*t.

f*ck were you thinking?

I know what you're gonna say, man!

Don't do that! Don't

you f*cking lie to me!

Don't you f*cking lecture me!

I came here intending to f*ck Gully up,

but I got there, and, Jack,

I'm just saying, he's

a pretty persuasive guy.

You would've been a real easy

mark in the Garden of Eden.

Why the f*ck are you

bringing up the Bible?

Easy to tempt, easy to sway.

Okay, I got there, and

I got a little drunk

and a little high,

and I listened 'cause

I'm a f*cking idiot, Jack.

But you know what? He

also listened to me.

Yeah, I'm sure he made it seem that way.

And I got it in my head

that maybe I'd be better

off with him instead of you,

because you don't listen to me, Jack.

And he said I could stop being a heel,

which I really want to stop being, man.

You're winning the belt next week.

It's not about the belt!

No, it's about turning

you back into a face.

We're gonna turn Bill

into a monster heel.

You're gonna go over on both of us.

You're gonna climb that ladder.

You get the belt, sure,

but you're you're a face again.

Don't do this just because

you almost lost your stud horse.

I didn't drive to Florida

to steal back my stud horse.

I drove to Florida to protect my brother

from a piece of sh*t

who wants to chew him up

and spit him out.

You humiliated me in

front of an entire town.

Who the hell were you

protecting me from then?

Yourself.

I didn't think you were

ready for the big-time,

and I didn't want to watch

you drink yourself to death

- in six months. Oh,

for f*ck's sakes, Jack.

Watch Rick Flair's 30 for 30.

I would've been fine.

Did you and Willie plant the Kleenex

in the crowd that night?

f*ck you.

f*ck you for asking me that question.

How dare you ask me that question?

If I could go back, there's a

ton of sh*t I'd do different.

But I spent my whole life

watching you and hav

watching you have all these dreams

laid out in front of you, Ace.

I just got the one.

Gully don't wanna give you a home.

He wants to k*ll the DWL.

He drenches shows in blood. That's fine.

It's not the real kind of blood

the important kind, brother kind.

Okay, enough.

Did it ever occur to you f*ck nuts

to hop in the ring and stop that sh*t?

I thought it was a g*dd*mn promo.

It was a f*ckin' promo, all

right, for Jack f*cking Spade.

Let's go f*ck some faces up in Duffy.

See how they wrestle at the fair

when they're eatin' through straws.

Hey, Rooster, put some

words to your smirk.

- Nah, I'm good.

- You sure?

'Cause nothin' happened like

this before you got here.

Maybe it was your idea,

you f*ckin' turncoat.

Well, if it was my idea,

I would've wrote a move where

I broke Jack Spade's back.

But I'm new here.

So what say you, then?

Shall we w*apon up and ride to Duffy?

v*olence is your game, but

Jack just b*at you at that.

Now, if you really want to win,

you got to b*at him at his game.

See, Jack controls everything

the crowd thinks and feels

who's good, who's bad,

who wins, who loses.

Ain't nobody got power but him.

Does the same thing to his

wrestlers, especially Ace.

Ace was jumping ship.

Yeah, 'cause I said, he'd get the belt.

Oh, you talking about

my m*therf*cking belt.

That's another conversation,

but that's not the only thing

you promised him, though, is it?

I said he'd get to be a good guy again.

Exactly.

See, the only thing he really

cares about is the crowd liking him.

Don't try to understand why.

That's just his childlike

need, but after tonight,

I guarantee you that Jack

is promising him that back.

See, he just whupped

your ass in your ring.

Now you got to go whoop his ass in his

on the biggest night of their history,

in their ring at the fair.

I like how you summed

that up at the end.

Ace.

Thank you for tackling that guy.

Thanks for coming to get me.

sh*t, man.

Mom's gonna be so pissed I

left the car in Jacksonville.

Mom would be more pissed if

I left you in Jacksonville.

Can I just say

the look on Charlie Gully's

face when you punched him

It felt so f*cking good.

sh*t, dude, the guy

didn't know what hit him.

I never stepped into a punch

like that in my entire life.

Hey, hey, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

All right.

Hey, Crystal. Got our

tickets to the fair.

I know you can't say,

but I hope you're in the main event.

Gonna be a million people

there going off, and I can't

I quit.

Wait. What? Why?

Got better things to do.

Oh, well, that's too bad.

A lot of folks like rooting for you.

Good luck with, um,

everything you got going on.

Thanks.

This recap is gonna be on a big screen.

It's got to pop big.

It pops fine. Read the sh*t.

It's got to recap DWL history.

Dude, you don't got to talk to me

like I don't know what

a f*cking recap is.

Just read it.

Recording. And action.

Jack and Ace Spade are not just rivals.

They are brothers.

Uh, hey. Practice starts in an hour.

Debbie, you see the sticky note?

What sticky note?

The sticky note on the door that says,

"Recording. Do not enter."

Oh.

No one told me.

That's why we did the sticky note.

To alert the people we hadn't told.

- Apologies.

- From who?

From who? From me.

How would we know?

I just said "apologies."

Yeah, it sounds like a random,

vague collection of apologies

from, like, everyone to everyone.

Specificity would help here, Deb.

I humbly apologize

for not seeing your f*cking sticky note

while I was occupied doing everything

Willie told me I got to do

to make you two ingrates

look good at the fair.

"Ingrates." Is that r*cist?

No, that's just what we're being,

so that's what she was calling us.

Oh.

Boys, look what happened

in Florida last night?

- What the f*ck?

- sh*t.

Please let this be

an attempted abduction

so I can claw your eyes out.

Ease up there, Xena.

I'm here to help you.

Like when you made me go off script

and make Ace break Bobby's leg?

I didn't make you do squat,

and you didn't make Ace do squat.

Christ Almighty, I forgot how

much poor folks hate admitting

they f*cked up.

You f*cked up. Move on.

Us poor folk don't

have much to move on to,

you condescending prick.

I got something for you to move on to.

It ain't wrestling, so

don't piss your pantsuit,

but it will get you back in the DWL.

Bunny Bombshell.

How about it?

No, thanks.

Bunny Bombshell, my valet.

I know who the f*ck

stupid-ass Bunny Bombshell is.

Your rotating cast of strippers

who played your valet when

you actually f*ckin' wrestled.

Havin' a dance background helps,

but if you play the

newest Bunny Bombshell,

I'll make an exception.

I'm not interested.

My dear

for what task were you created

to wallow in obscurity,

unappreciated and unseen?

You want to be seen,

you cannot rely on others

who want to focus on them.

Everybody at that stupid

fair will lose their sh*t

when they see the newest Bunny B,

and, voilà, you're

back climbing the ladder.

Jack's never gonna go for it.

Let me handle Jack.

I'm his star attraction.

I'm the reason the show sold out.

He wants me happy.

Plus, he's got bigger fish to fry,

like that one he just

crow-hopped down in Jacksonville.

Just promise me you won't scramble

Ace's eggs before the show.

Why are you trying to help me?

Why the f*ck does it matter?

Do you want to be my valet?

"Yes or no" question. "Yes, I do."

Or, "No, I want to be a f*cking

loser for the rest of my life."

It ain't complicated. You got my number.

"Yes, I do, Bill. I want to succeed."

"No, thanks.

I want to live in this sh*thole

for the rest of my life."

Yeah, exactly, exactly.

Yeah.

So I take Jack out with a superkick,

run up the ladder, catch Wild Bill

before he grabs the belt.

We start duking it out. Bam!

He finally falls off.

I look up, grab the belt.

Boom, one shinin' moment.

The whole stadium off

their asses cheering for me.

Why won't they be booing you?

'Cause we're turning me

back to a good guy, man.

I mean, that's what the people want.

Well, most people. Some

just don't know it yet.

That's good. I like you as a face.

Exactly, man! That's

what I've been saying.

But, you know, I've realized

I've been blaming Jack

for turning the fans against me,

when really it was partly

my fault, too, you know?

I mean, it probably made it

easier for the fans to boo me.

I haven't been the most

gracious guy around town.

I mean, sh*t, man, sometimes I can be

downright f*cking terrible, you know?

- Yeah.

- But that's on me.

It's not on Jack.

I gotta be better

which is why I brought you here

to bear witness.

Hey, Helen.

I just wanna say sorry.

I'm sorry for being such an assh*le

in front of your face,

and I'm sorry for calling

you a bitch behind your back.

I didn't know you did that.

Well, that's because

it was behind your back.

But I'm sorry. I am trying to be better.

Would you please forgive me?

- No.

- Why not?

- 'Cause you're an assh*le.

- Not anymore.

Why don't you come to the state fair?

Bring a date. It'll be a great time.

It's sold out. You got extra tickets?

Didn't think so.

Well, if I get some,

would you forgive me?

- Ace, Come on.

- One second, Joe.

Look, I'm sorry. I'll figure this out.

Thank you for considering

to accept my apology.

I'm not considering it.

Oh, you are. I can see it in your eyes.

Look, here's a tenner

for a couple Cokes.

Keep the change.

See you soon.

Say hi to Linda for me.

Yep.

Feel better?

So much better, man.

I f*cking nailed that.

Thanks for helping me pick up the car.

Hey, I'm happy to leave the house.

I-I was hoping Gully's g*ons

would be lying in wait

so we could rumble.

Come rumble at the state fair, dude.

Jack wants you wrestling.

So do I. It'll be dope.

I'm done with wrestling, brother.

Dude, 10,000 people.

I've been to the fair.

Good?

- Good.

- Oh, yeah.

- Good?

- Yep, yep, yep.

You good?

What's the matter, you think I'm hurt?

Going up.

Up.

Look at him go.

Let's go.

He goes down.

There it is, yeah.

Nice.

- All right.

- Okay.

The kids made a fort.

They love that Thomas

is sleeping over again.

I'm sorry to burden you with us.

You're my friend, not a burden.

I so did not ever envision me

at this age

contemplating what I'm

gonna do with my life.

You will stay here as long as you want.

I'm just worried

and sad.

I'm worried that I don't know

how to make things happy again,

and I'm worried that talking's

not gonna make anything better.

Kate texted.

She and Whit are coming

to see you at the Rodeo.

Oh, they don't have to

No, it's not a big deal.

Shush now, you.

I don't know what I wanna do.

Think of yourself.

Yeah, I know. I hear you, Court.

Just not sure that's

what makes me happy.

Hey, Courtney, it's Jack.

Well, I left a few messages for Staci,

and she's not getting back to me.

So, um

uh, when you see her, just

tell her how much I love her.

Okay.

Hope I didn't wake you up.

Yo, Bill?

Back here in the ice bath.

Fear not, the ice has sucked

my testicles up to my esophagus.

If you see me cough out

a grape, it's not a grape,

It's half my manhood.

Put that sh*t in my bag.

Have a seat, mi amigo. Thirsty?

No, I'm good.

Listen, that sh*t you been

bringing me D-Bol, Norcos

I need something with more,

you know, blanketed coverage.

Oh, Bill, I ain't no dealer here.

I-I mean, I laid out

to get you some stuff

'cause I want you to be

all right for the fair,

but, ooh, that next tier,

it comes with some baggage.

Fucks with your head,

respiratory problems,

pissing blood, GI tract.

You got all kinds of sh*t

that can happen to you.

Thank you, Sanjay Gupta.

Just go on and give me what you can get.

Hey, Mama, guess what.

You know I hate guessing.

It's just a way to be

wrong about something.

I'm winning the DWL belt

at the fair this weekend.

- How great is that?

- Pretty great.

But the best part is Jack's

turning me to a face again.

Well, you want to

come? You sit front row?

Oh, sweetie, I don't think so.

- I don't like crowds.

- Oh, come on.

A-and I hate fairs.

Nobody hates fairs.

And because I really

don't like wrestling,

because for most of my life,

I've been hearing

that wrestling is fake,

even though it was the only real thing

in the world to your father,

and we know how that turned out, so

You have fun, though.

Hey.

Yeah, uh, do you want to

come out and talk? I'm here.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Never thought we'd be the kind of couple

where someone had to leave

home in order to make a point.

Talking hasn't seemed to work.

Well, can it work at getting you home?

I-I should've told you

about the Kleenex, Staci.

Look, wrestling sometimes is

about creating a situation.

- Manipulating a situation.

- Scripting a story.

I know all about wrestling

and your writing, Jack.

Use whatever words for

the Kleenex you want.

Here's a few

deceptive, cunning, unkind.

The Kleenex idea was

just a thing that

It was it was it was

Things went a certain way.

You went a certain

way, Jack, not things.

You b*at Ace on his big night.

You bought the props to provoke him

when he was trying

to win back the crowd.

You att*cked him at the

hospital in front of Thomas,

and now you drove down to

f*cking Florida to as*ault a man.

Charlie Gully was trying to poach him.

Each action and each situation

you could have resisted.

You embraced 'em. You f*cking leaned in.

I needed to.

You say that, but that's not true.

Necessity is a f*cking

fiction here, Jack,

and the Kleenex thing, that was this

I don't know, it was this devious

puppeteering and manipulation.

- Which worked.

- It worked at making Ace feel

like the whole town hated him.

Worked because you know

how much he just wants

to be seen as a winner, like we all do.

Hey, Staci, that's

between me and Ace, not us.

I'm tied into you both. We all are.

Okay, let's talk about Ace.

The night that I ended the match,

earlier in that day, he

went and saw Helen Cooper

and he told her that our dad thought

that she was such a gluttonous beast

that he was surprised that

she didn't eat her dead dog.

Well, I didn't know that.

And seconds before we went out,

he told me that just like our dad,

I was gonna stay in Duffy

just long enough to k*ll myself.

Well, I can see why you

might not have told me that.

Well, can you see that

I'm trying to protect him,

that I care how people

see him, including you,

that I definitely realized

that he's a stupid kid

who says stupid sh*t,

and it's it's juvenile,

and it's impulsive, and it's dangerous,

but I also know that

if you yank it all back,

he's a good guy.

Staci, the world don't always

give you chances to sort yourself out.

It it remembers when you f*ck up

a-and who you f*ck up

with and who you mistreat.

So I thought maybe just before

he charges out into the world,

all ego as just a

little kid who's so frail

that he cries when he's booed

and so unhinged that he

snaps his friend's leg

because he thinks he

got his heart broken,

I thought maybe I would

I thought maybe I'd just

I'd let him grow up a little bit

that if he was gonna make mistakes,

he could make them in front of me

because our dad

he gifted us with a mean streak,

and I got to tell you,

it's a m*therf*cker.

I am well aware.

It's dumb

and it's stupid

but I have someone standing

right in front of me

who grounds me in

conversations like this,

and Ace ain't got no one.

So if I have to be my

f*cking brother's keeper,

then that's what I'm gonna be.

And you can look at

me, and you can think

that I'm not being a good big brother,

but that's what I am being,

and I ain't never gonna stop.

Jack, the true story of who you

two can become as brothers

as friends, as people, it

can't start without honesty.

I can't tell him about the Kleenex.

He'll hate me.

Maybe, maybe not.

It's still better than lying.

Jack, how you act is who you are.

And I'm not in our home right now

because I need you to witness

the fact that I am worried.

I'm worried that you think

the success of the DWL

and however that is

achieved is more important

than you being a good guy.

And I'm not attracted to that person.

I am so invested in us,

but I feel so far away

from you right now.

If you don't fix who you're

becoming, you're gonna lose me.

I hear you.

Can we go home?

Well, look, you got a big

few days ahead of you, and

Thomas is suspended from school, so

let us stay out of your hair

so you can focus on the fair.

Are you still gonna come see it?

Staci, I wasn't expecting

a hesitation right there.

They changed the time

for me singing the anthem.

It was scheduled for noon,

and now it's not, so

I wanna be there for you.

Jack, you know how you

could be there for me?

By wishing me luck when

I go sing at the Rodeo.

Good luck to you.

Glad you're being singled

out for that beautiful voice.

It's okay. You know, I'll get video.

You go make the fair great.

Maybe write a story where you turn face.

You'd be great as a face.

I know this because a

face is who I married.

Talk to Ace, make it

worthy of all this struggle.

And then let's you and me have a talk

about what the future looks like.

May I say good night to Thomas, please?

Of course.

You sure you don't want us to come?

Oh, I'm so very sure.

Moral support?

Please, come on, none of that.

Have fun at the sleepover.

- Think.

- I will.

And if Brenda Bellavance brings vodka

and you feel pressured to try some,

just fake like you're taking a sip.

Don't gossip about other

girls who aren't there.

It's not nice, and you are.

If there's gossip about boys,

you believe every word you hear.

- Good advice.

- Hey, family hug.

- Ah.

- It's almost over.

Mm, we love you. Mwah.

At least somebody does.

I really am sorry.

And I always knew as a young-un ♪

One day I'd grow up and

kick the game in the stomach ♪

Crystal, hey!

How you doing?

Good.

- You look cute.

- Big day, gentlemen!

Jacky boy.

Let me introduce you to

the new Bunny Bombshell.

Ta-da.

The legendary valet persona.

It's a good idea. What do you think?

Wait. What?

Bunny Bombshell?

f*ckin' A, that's a great call.

- She'll bring the heat.

- I know she will.

Jack?

Ace?

Nah, man, Crystal and I are good.

I want her at the DWL.

Seriously, we're chill.

It's good to have you back.

Thank you, Jack.

All right, y'all, we'll put this

shitshow on the road in five minutes.

- Okay.

- Jack?

Yep.

Uh, so Staci texted me good luck.

I'm surprised her and Thomas would

you know

Are you good? You need anything from me?

No, she just

Let's go kick ass tonight.

Most def. Let's rock and roll.

Look, Ace, I got to

I heard you guys needed an extra body.

Oh, come on, man!

Before we go out there tonight,

I just want to say something.

This is a family business.

That's what my dad told me

when I first started coming to the Dome.

I was just a little guy.

I should've stayed retired.

Oh, hey, man, you ain't got a

thing to worry about, brother.

I'll take good care of you out there.

This ain't your

grandfather's state fair.

My grandfather's never

been to a state fair.

I asked what that meant,

since he started the DWL.

He didn't inherit it.

He said, "Family isn't

something that you inherit.

It's something that you make."

Yeah, there there's

some love involved.

Truth is that you make

family by working hard

fighting side by side.

Hang on a second.

Love's shown by how you show up

how you continue to show up

and how you never, ever

f*cking give up on each other.

Got to say, at the Duffy

Dome, I only have a banner,

but that jumbotron makes

me look downright thin.

- Hmm.

- This is amazing.

I can't believe we pulled this

off and pulled these guys in.

I know. Isn't it great?

When we're all out there,

when all of us are pulling

together, working together

God damn it, I'm transcended.

It's the thrill that I get.

I only f*cking get it

from this, all right?

And that's a curse.

But this family business right here,

we're about to make a big f*ckin' leap.

Right out there

that's as real as it gets.

It's as real as the

years you've put in

and the doubts you overcame

and the injuries that you

taped up or just sucked up.

It's as real as all the

friendships in here, old and new.

It's as real as the f*ckin'

mistakes that you made

and the hatchets that you buried.

Most of all, I just

want to thank all of you

for never givin' up on me.

You're my family, that's it.

Some by blood

the rest by sweat.

Let's f*cking do it. Come on, Poc.

- Let's go, baby! Bring it up!

- Let's do this, baby.

- Let's do it.

- Let's go out here

and put on the best show in

front of the biggest crowd

- in DWL history.

- Yeah.

"Family" on three. One, two, three!

Family!

I'm telling you, Charles,

believe in these boys!

These boys go all out!

Hey, Willie.

I just want to say thanks for

helping me out and everything.

Sorry it isn't wrestling.

I once said you didn't belong here.

I was wrong.

Good luck, Bunny.

One, two, three!

Big Jim, ladies and gentlemen!

Staci! This is Mr. Mickey Holloway.

He is the reason we're all here tonight.

Staci Spade, so nice to meet you.

Oh, it is so nice to meet you,

and thank you so much for having me.

Really, this this

means the world to me.

Hey. Hey.

Jack.

It's time, Jack.

I'm trying to watch Staci sing.

Hey, bud, we got to go, now.

- Okay.

- Come on.

And to sing our national anthem,

from Duffy, Georgia, Staci Spade.

- Whoo!

- Ooh-ooh!

Come on, baby!

O say ♪

Can you see? ♪

By the dawn's ♪

Early light ♪

What so proudly ♪

We hailed ♪

At the twilight's ♪

Last gleaming ♪

Whose broad stripes ♪

And bright stars ♪

Through the perilous fight ♪

- Ace, all right

- This is unreal, man!

Look at what you put together.

And that speech you

made was great, dude.

Seriously, thanks for making this

something Dad would be proud of.

I mean it.

Hey, look, I got to talk to

you about something, all right?

- Listen

- Hey.

All right, fuckos, let's

burn this sh*t down.

Bunny Bombshell, let's go.

Come on.

Willie, hit Bill's music.

O'er the land ♪

Of the free ♪

And the home ♪

Of the brave ♪

Whoa, thought it was a nightmare ♪

Lord, it was so true ♪

They told me don't go walking slow ♪

The Devil's on the loose ♪

Better run through the jungle ♪

Better run through the jungle ♪

Better run through the jungle ♪

Whoa, don't look back to see ♪

Whoo!

Well, well, well, well

Welcome to the South Georgia State Fair.

I love the state fair.

Loved coming here when I was a kid.

Carnival rides, cotton candy,

the pie-eating contest.

I learned a lot about how

to eat pie at the state fair.

Just ask Bunny Bombshell.

- Did Jack write this?

- Yes.

- The pie-eating thing?

- No.

Don't worry, y'all, moms, dads.

I'm gonna keep it clean.

But I will tell the truth,

truth about where we are as Georgians

where we are as Americans.

And the truth is,

I'm in this ring because I am tired.

I'm tired of the

complainin' and the whinin'.

I'm tired of the sense of entitlement

that has poisoned this country.

I am in this ring

because I am tired

of the Spade brothers.

I am tired of their sense of entitlement

over that DWL title belt.

And I'm gonna take it,

and I'm gonna feast on it

like a fresh-baked Georgia peach pie!

Piece by piece,

bite by bite,

all in one sitting!

Let the night

Roar!

Fair paid for that mic.

Have a good show.

All right, Ace, in your

corner, in your corner.

Bill, you ready? Ace, you ready?

- Right up there.

- Ready?

- I'm ready!

- All right!

Ladder match, you all know what this is.

You get that belt, you're the champ.

Good, clean fight. Ring that bell.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Get up! Get up!

Whoo!

Get up. Get up. I got him.

- One more.

- One more.

Get in there, God damn it.

Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace!

Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace!

Get the ladder!

You get it. I don't work for you.

Get the g*dd*mn ladder!

Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace!

Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace!

I threw a guy off me last

night quicker than that.

Hey, are you okay with missing the fair?

Yeah.

So what's the deal?

Is Jack a heel, a face now, or what?

Uh

I'm not quite sure these days.

Ace, Ace, Ace!

Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace!

Yes!

Oh.

Oh, f*ck.

Oh. Ah.

What's wrong?

Uh, I think I sh*t my pants a little.

Oh.

Oh, I guess I sh*t my pants a lot.

This is a shame I cannot bear.

If I get up, I'll never live it down,

so I must play dead.

- Are you serious?

- Yes.

What's going on with Bill?

He sh*t his pants.

Jesus Christ.

What do you mean he sh*t his pants?

Yo, what's wrong with Bill?

- He sh*t his pants.

- The hell you talking about?

Same ending, I just take

Bill's spot, all right?

You and me, we bring

this home, Ace, okay?

- You ready?

- Yeah.

Okay, here we go.

Jack, Jack!

Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack!

Jack, Jack, Jack!

Jack, Jack, Jack!

Why are they cheering for Jack?

- How many did you hand out?

- A few hundred.

Got 300 more right here.

Throw 'em.

Oh, sh*t.

f*ck with the f*cking Kleenex, Jack?

Did you do this?

Not this time.

It was my idea the first time.

I'm sorry.

Bobby, what the hell's

going on out there?

Bobby, they're fighting for real.

No, I can see that.

I can't break kayfabe.

Willie, they're fighting for real.

What do you want me to do about it?

You want me to run out and stop them?

Give it a second. Jack

wouldn't want that.

Bill, what do we do?

Watch two guys take a gift

horse and sh*t in its mouth.

You're sorry? Huh?

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you!

Ace, please don't do this.

Please don't do this. I'm sorry.

- Swear, please.

- Hey, Ace!

Let's go, Ace!

Come on!

Bunny Bombshell has come to play, huh?

Just like outside the bar.

Got the line.

Holy sh*t, this is actually working.

Crystal, I need you to

take care of me, okay?

What can you do?

I'll suplex you, Jack.

- Are you sure?

- Yep.

Do it, Crystal.

Bobby, get her the ladder.

f*ck these guys, I'm

gonna go get that belt.

- Go.

- She gonna do this?

- Come on, girl.

- Go! Go, go!

f*ck it.