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And after I gave him a
tour of my laboratory,

we each put a lock of
our hair into a beaker

to make sure we're compatible, you
know, scientifically, which we are.

And so I said, "Yes, I'll marry you!"

So, marrying a fan on television.

Okay, come on. This has
gotta be some kind of stunt.

- Hey, sorry. We forgot to set an alarm.
- Shh!

Did you also forget to tell
her to cover up that hickey?

- Well, it's not a stunt. It's a wedding.
- Is it noticeable?

It looks like a leech
made a home on her neck.

Sheila, good one.

Is it just for television?

It's very real, Dan.

I've got the marriage
license right here.

Yes! Zoya hate American wedding.

Is bourgeois capitalist scam

for make huge TV ratings, Danielle.

Okay, it's Dan.

Let's talk about ratings for a second.

You girls have become quite the
sleeper hit here in Los Angeles.

I mean, our phone lines
are lighting up like crazy.

You must have some very dedicated fans.

We do. We'd marry all
our fans if we could.

Well, we got time for one more call.

Hello, you're on with the
Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

This is Big Kurt Jackson,
of The Lumberjacksons,

- and I'm choppin' mad at Machu Picchu.
- Hey, Kurt?

Could we talk about
this later... privately?

It's too late for talking.

You went on live TV and used my moves.

You're a liar, a thief.

Wow, very dramatic stuff.
Machu, any reaction?

Machu Picchu is one of the most
honorable wrestlers that I know.

And behind every lady
wrestler hoping to make it,

is a man trying to bring her down.

So if y'all want to see our moves
then come to our big wedding finale

live this Thursday night and see
if I can hold on to my crown.

Well, that's our show. If you
can't make it down to the taping,

tune in to K-DTV Saturday at two a.m.

This is Dan Lion, and we're Lion low.

Here's a song for the bride.

♪ Goin' to the chapel ♪

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Goin' to the chapel ♪

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Gee, I really love you and we're... ♪

All right, so can we agree to
be people about this, you know,

like people who talk
every once in awhile

about their kid and how she's doing?

Yeah, yeah, we could do that.

We can...

talk about how you can help
with her college tuition.

Okay.

Hey. Good luck with your show.

Thank you. Thank you.

You know, it was nice seeing you again.

Okay.

I hate Sacramento.

It's like going back to the 1950s.

All right, you know, I
lived through the 1950s.

I think you're gonna be fine.

Will you visit?

Uh...

Probably not.

But you have a room here, okay?

And we'll work on Rosalie,

but you gotta stop lying to her,
because it's not helping your case.

Look, come here. Come on.

Finish your screenplay.

Finish yours.

I'll miss you.

And me, too.

Hey, where's the VIP section?

Oh, is this it?

Laying it on a little thick, aren't you?

They have a match to show us.

Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here.

Okay. We know what you're thinking.

"How can she wrestle
with a cast?" But...

wait, watch.

See, I'm a novelty act.

People love watching
someone beat the odds.

It's an underdog story.

Okay, all right, great.
Peg-leg, take it away.

Okay.

Oh, my God. It's all so slow and weird.

She really wants to wrestle, the
girls really want her to wrestle...

Oh, not the body slam!

Sam, make it be over.

All right, that's it. Ladies, sorry.

Let's stop. It's really not working.

No, it's about to pick
up steam, I swear.

Or what if I rip my cast off,

and land one last move,

and then you can rag-doll me around...

If we didn't have executives
sitting in the front row...

Yeah.

I might never wrestle again. I
don't wanna go out like this.

If we have a good enough show,

you'll have plenty of
opportunities to wrestle again.

All right. Ruth, you're
with me, co-directing.

Really?

Yeah, you're gonna do it anyways,
so, let's just make it official.

Sure. Yeah, whatever the show needs.

Okay. Okay? All right.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

- You did good.
- We tried.

- Yeah, it's all good.
- Thanks.

Hey.

You were supposed to bring a full crew.

I got four more people, Mr. Howard.

All right, listen, I want
you to start with the

upstairs guest bedroom.

Okay? Just empty it out.

Whatever clothes you find,
anything in drawers or the sheets.

- Just throw it all away, okay?
- Yeah.

I want you to scrub down the
house, and I mean everything.

Every fucking baseboard,
every floor tile...

Just bleach it! Just bleach
the whole fucking thing.

- Okay?
- Okay.

You should wear gloves.

I know. We've dealt with this before.

All right, guys. Come on!

All right.

Now I'm standing here,
being all nervous...

zoom in...

and then bridesmaids,
bridesmaids, bridesmaids,

and then Rhonda and her
father walk down the aisle.

Britannica doesn't have a father.

- Someone's got to give her away.
- Why?

Lift the veil. This is weddings 101.

I thought you girls fantasized
about this shit your whole life.

That is a gross generalization.

Okay, I think we need a platform.

And some stairs.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

maybe so everyone can get a good
look at what true love looks like.

- Yeah.
- Right.

So, all right, vows,
declarations of love...

how they can't live without one another.

You know, fiction.

And then they kiss.

All right. You know, about the dance...

Maybe I thought that...

Russell and I slept together.

So that's happening.

What do you want me to say?

You know... Rosalie took Justine home.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, you let somebody in, you know?

And then, you make room.

Then they go.

And yeah, the room's still there.

Uh...

I'm thinking, like a flower
garland around the whole ring.

The girls were pitching something
more sparkly, but I like flowers.

I'm not kidding. What?
I want this to work.

You know? We got executives to impress.

Well, if you wanna impress people,
I'd go with pyrotechnics.

- Oh, sure, okay.
- Hey! Hey, man.

Yeah, here he is.

What kind of loser comes
to work on his day off?

- It's nice to see you too, Sam.
- Is it? You guys have fun on your date.

Thanks. Hi.

- Hi.
- I have three different ideas

of how dinner is gonna go, but
you need to make some choices.

- Drive east or west?
- East.

Italian or Asian?

Hmm. Asian.

Okay.

You should know this dumpling house

I'm about to take you to is the best.

But it's definitely run
by some shady characters,

and I one time had to hide under a table

'cause a guy pulled a gun, but
I think it's totally worth it.

- Oh, boy.
- Yeah.

Okay, let's wrap it up. Jessie's
getting tired over there, okay?

Hey, the girls are gonna get offended

with you sitting here doing homework.

Hey, better than jerking off
under the table, right?

Thanks for the wings, man.

Oh, yeah. I keep my promises, right?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, fuck. She's one of my wrestlers.

I can't see her take off her clothes
now that I know she's a person.

Yeah, wrestling. I gotta
come check that out.

Yeah, well, catch it before it dies.
Last show is this week.

If any of your girls need work, I'm
opening up a new club in Fresno.

I got a few more opening up
next year. A lot of opportunities.

No, don't recruit my girls, all right?

They're actresses.
They're not strippers.

Okay.

Except for that one.

Oh, boy.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Are you okay?
- I'm having so much fun.

Good. My set should be done soon, okay?

Okay, okay.

- Hey, boss.
- Uh-huh.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- Relax, would you?

I'm not your father, all right?

We're just two people at a strip club.

I've never been to one of these before.

Yeah, seen one, seen 'em all.

She's good.

Right?

Oh, man.

Did you two actually fall in love
during that stupid dream ballet?

You did. Oh, that's cute.

I don't know what's going on.

Yeah.

- I don't! She invited me here.
- Okay.

I didn't say no.

- Hey!
- Hi!

You wanna lap dance for old time's sake?

No. Take this, all right?

And do not take that
top off until I leave.

- You hear me?
- But I can't control the pole.

- I'm leaving, all right?
- Where are you going?

You have a good time.

Boss, you're no fun.

I know. I know.

Hey.

Hey.

What? Is everything okay?

Yeah, just thought Randy
should see you in the ring,

in case the buyers don't come through.

It's a peace offering.

We signed the papers, but I wanna
do something to turn the page.

Okay.

Thank you.

You wanna go see Mommy?
Go see Mommy. Go get her.

Go get her.

Hi.

- Hi. Hey, there.
- Hey, buddy.

You wanna wrestle with Mommy?
So when you're older,

you can talk about it
with your therapist.

Yeah.

Let's do it.

I called Jane LaBelle.

I told her we might be
available after next week.

Oh, and Peaches said

she's going to keep her ear
to the ground for work.

Yeah, she's doing that new movie with

what's his name? Bruce something.

- Willis.
- Willis.

Bruce Willis.

Wow, someone's motivated.

- Hey, I like working.
- Oh.

And maybe you can try doing
some stunt coordinating.

You know, stop jumping off
shit. Give this body a break.

My body's fine, baby.

And why does my body need a break?

So we can get back to
trying to start a family?

Oh.

Look, I know that we've had...

bad luck.

But this might all end.
We both know that.

And if that happens, we got a window.

I don't want to give up.

Do you?

God, you guys, so sorry I'm late.

I know. I'm sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry. Oh, God!

Oh! These crutches really slow me down.

So frustrating.

Ruth, you're late because
you're boning Russell.

Own it.

And here...

please cover that up.

And tell the Hoover vacuum to focus
his efforts elsewhere next time.

Yeah, like your clit.

Oh, my God.

You realize you're
grinning like a lunatic.

I'm sorry.

Well, you're happy.

I am.

He's so fun and easy, and...

he likes me. It's not that...

tingly, nervous, "what the hell
is going on here?" feeling.

Oh, God.

I can't believe I'm gonna
have to start dating again.

How's that ankle?

Itchy.

Four more weeks.

Oh, my God, you look so beautiful.

Is that your wedding dress?

Yeah.

Seriously, you're gonna be...

- Back off!
- Oh, my God, okay.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Shit.

It's gonna be a great show.

So what's your real name? I'm
not calling you "cupcake."

Toby Matkins, sir.

And I'm very excited
to get to know Rhonda.

- I mean Britannica.
- Why?

Why what?

Are you trying to get into her
pants? Is that what's going on?

No, man. It's not like that.
It's lonely living by yourself.

God damn it, I can't do this.
Can you do this, please?

Can I get a tape of this to...

- Yeah, we'll get you a tape, Toby.
- Yeah? Thank you.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing's fucking wrong with me.

Well, you're all pissy.

And Debbie said, on the way
home from the conference,

- you didn't say anything.
- Debbie's a fucking drama queen, okay?

I'm just worried about the same
shit you're worried about.

I'm worried about the
show, about the buyers.

Well, pep it up. It's a goddamn wedding.

Carmen! Is Carmen in here?

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Kurt, what are you doing here?

He's seeking justice.
That's what he's doing.

Okay, so can I just swing
by the house later tonight

and we can discuss this?

No, it's too late for that.

Tell her.

Tell her!

It's messed up.

You, on TV, using my moves,

while I'm busting my ass on
the circuit night after night.

And I gotta deal with these
guys giving me shit about it.

Okay, you two need to go.
We have a show to do.

Yeah. A fucking clown show.

- Wait. Excuse me!
- Okay, Tammé...

How are we a clown show?

You're doing bad scripted
comedy bullshit with goats.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Hey!

Kurt, hi, it's so good to see you! Hi!

Threw my first clothesline to this guy.

- And Chico?
- Chico Guapo.

Oh, wait. Yes, hi.

I totally know who you
are. I'm Debbie Eagan.

I'm a producer on this show, and
here we are in the women's bathroom.

So why don't we take this conversation

outside of the women's bathroom,

and we can talk out your grievances
and find an appropriate solution.

I know her, man. Let's
just hear her out.

Yeah, great.

- Better be good.
- Perfect. All right.

It's a full house.

I think we made something
people really like.

Great. It'll look good for the
suits, the four that came.

Four's better than none.

Wanna bet on who buys us?

Not me.

I don't gamble...

anymore.

Oh, great. Glen's here.

Oh good, maybe he came to apologize
for being a spineless dickhead.

He's probably just here to make sure

we don't run off with his equipment.

Hey, Phil, can you frame up on Bash,

so I can see what the aisle
looks like from here?

So, long story short,

there was a small fire,
metaphorically speaking,

and I put it out.

Oh, and... No, it's not even worth...

Well, you might notice a
small cameo during the show.

I mean, you'll barely feel it.

And I told Bash, so he's prepared.

I have to go. You're welcome.

Ladies and gentlemen,

tonight we have a very sacred event.

He was a regular fan.

She, a regular genius.

And tonight, they will come together

in holy matrimony

before our very eyes.

But first, the GLOW wedding party.

Here come two classy dames:

Melrose and Fortune Cookie...

... the Toxic Twins.

Aww, look, everybody looks
so fucking weird and pretty.

They look great.

_

What the fuck is with that T-shirt?

- _
- Eww! Machu Picchu pees the bed.

What an interesting and strange
thing to learn during a wedding.

Till I was ten! Read the shirt.

What, did she lose a bet?

Excuse me, Welfare Queen!

Everyone knows you don't
wear white to a wedding.

Howl-dy there, Sheila.

And here she is, the maid of honor,

and Britannica's closest friend.

- I might have to throw up again.
- Just breathe.

You got this.

Divorce is easy in California, right?

What do you wanna do?

If you wanna cut and
run, I'll cover for you.

- No, let's do it.
- Yeah?

- Okay.
- All right, come on.

Wow! A unicorn!

Every little girl's dream animal.

That horse better not shit in here.

- It's definitely going to.
- No!

There we are. Right there.
Right there. Good boy. Good boy.

- You good?
- Okay.

All right.

Yep. All right. Oh, hey. Here you go.

We are gathered here today in the
presence of friends and fans

to join this man and this woman
in the bonds of matrimony.

Sorry, I'm a bit sweaty.

- That's okay.
- Okay.

Britannica, Toby, through your
commitment to each other,

may you grow and nurture a partnership

to help you become the
people you want to be...

- Cut to the good stuff!
- Yeah!

Before we move on to the wedding vows,

is there anyone here
that sees any reason

why this couple should not be married?

Speak now or forever hold your peace.

All right, without further ado...

- Britannica, do you take this man...
- Yes, I do. Yeah.

- Toby, do you take...
- Wait! I object. Sorry.

I'm sorry. I object. I object.

- I need to talk to you.
- No...

- It's okay.
- What are you doing?

What's happening?

Don't marry a stranger, okay?

I need a green card, Bash.

So marry me.

Phil, tighten up on this.

Is this for the show or something?

No. Look, you know who I am,
right? And I can make you happy.

Sorry. I want to make you happy.

Why are you doing this, Bash?

I've been coming to your room for
weeks, sleeping on your floor,

and I've just been trying to
figure out how to tell you

I'm in love with you.

Look, I have trouble processing
my emotions sometimes.

Yes, ideally, I would have
told you this weeks ago,

and we'd go on a date
and figure it out, but...

you know, maybe we do
everything backwards.

Should I continue with the ceremony?

Yeah. She's marrying me.

No, I'm not.

Toby, you're a beautiful
man and a devoted fan,

but I'm gonna marry Bash.

The announcer? Britannica, I love you.

I'm always going to be fond
of you and your baked goods.

And you will be compensated
for your time here today.

Fuck you, man. Yeah.

Fuck all of you!

- Whoa!
- Whoa.

Love is fake...

- Just like wrestling!
- Hey!

Fuck off!

Throw him out.

Britannica! I love you.

I'll go! I'll go! I'll go!

Hey!

- Get outta here!
- Get outta here!

- Really? You want me to keep going?
- Yeah.

Britannica, do you take...

Sebastian Howard.

Sebastian Howard to be your
lawful wedded husband?

I do.

And, Sebastian, do you take Britannica
to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

By the power invested in me
by the state of California,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

What the fuck is he doing?

I don't know, but Rhonda just married
a millionaire without a prenup.

Ready?

One... two...

Yes!

Oh, wait. I don't believe
in marriage. Fuck this.

I almost forgot. Tonight's rules:

Whoever wins the bouquet wins the crown.

What?

It's a battle royale!

Holy Toledo! We got
fights in every corner!

Now it's insane. This is great.

It looks great.

Russell, come around so we can
see Tammé from the front.

No! Viking is gone!

Norse goddess, my butt!

These bridesmaids got strategy.

Welfare Queen's back on welfare.

Oh, there goes the bride!

My bride.

Black Magic, is she in? Is she out?

Oh!

Liberty Belle trying everything, but
can't seem to eliminate Melrose.

And now Black Magic is doing a
spell. Oh, she poked her eye out!

And you can't give the
evil eye with no eye.

And she's out! That spell
just turned into a curse.

Ozone just exercised the nuclear option!

Is this a betrayal?

Better yet, Nuke just dragged
Ozone out of the Ozone Layer!

I love it.

Chaos, it's good.

Liberty Belle's dangling,

just like the fate of
our country in 1776.

Now I got her!

Melrose is out!

Infidel!

Ooh, Junkchain!

More like Junk Sprained Ankle
from the look of that fall.

Beirut just self-destructed.

Beirut is out!

Fortune Cookie looks like she
just had her fortune read,

and it says, "No crown for you, Miss."

Fortune Cookie, out!

And it looks like there's
only three ladies left.

We got a wild animal...

- Ladies...
- a Peruvian mountain

- Excuse us.
- and a Belle from Philly.

- All right, that's enough.
- Real wrestlers coming through!

- Excuse us, ladies.
- Real wrestlers, excuse us.

Hey!

You call this a battle royale?

Looks more like a pillow fight.

It is a pillow fight!

What are these guys doing?

Look, it's Big Kurt
Jackson and Chico Guapo.

Big time wrestlers.

You boys wanna insult us?
Better say it to our faces.

Are they serious?

- Okay.
- Take that chump.

Well, this match has
just gotten serious.

Will a man win the GLOW
crown? That's unheard of!

Ladies, what do you say
we have a temporary truce

while we deal with these men?

Hey, Bash, I want you to
hold on to this for me.

If I must!

Remember, only wrestling
moves. No punches.

Don't want anyone to think
we're okay with hitting girls.

Sure.

- I just said no punches!
- Oh, really?

Yes!

Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

Someone just got a body slam!

We even? Get enough screen time yet?

You're still in the doghouse...

- but this is pretty good.
- Machu!

I'm proud of you.

Thanks.

Wait, no, no, no!

You! Out!

See ya later!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now take it easy.

Ladies, I got this one.

Step aside, Billie Jean
King and Bobby Riggs,

we got a new Battle of the Sexes

here at the GLOW finale!

Duck, clothesline.

Nice try. Come here!

Hip toss me.

Oh! Looks like a hip toss!

I've been baking pies at home.

Pies of rage!

Come on, Liberty Belle.
Come on, Liberty Belle.

On your feet.

Duck!

Oh!

USA! USA!

I have faith that US
and Mexican relations

can only improve in the future.

Holy shit!

I can't believe what I'm seeing!

Liberty Belle just did a
castator into a crossbody!

That's like doing algebra in space!

Ready to lose to a girl?

Just get my face on camera.

What do you wanna do? Think
you can do a back flip?

Sure, yeah, I can.

That guy just did a back flip!

And he's gone! He's gone!

The ladies are still in this match!

If there's one thing I know,

it's that no cojones are going
home with this co-rown-e.

Give it to me!

Phil, I want a close up of Carmen's
face when she wins the crown.

Oh, she's not getting it.

- Debbie's keeping it?
- Take your headphones off.

What?

You're warmed up, right? Come on.

Let's go. Let's go. Come on, Hopalong.

Let's go! Let's go!

All right, don't do anything fancy.

Just catapult in with
your foot out. That's it.

They all know you're coming, and then...

the crown is yours.

Come on, let's go.

We're waiting. Everyone's waiting.

What the hell is that?

Oh, my God! Is that a
Russian on a zip line?

It is!

Oh!

Oh, my goodness gracious!

Yeah!

And the ladies are down!

Zoya's this year's winner of the crown!

Winner!

You love to hate Zoya!

Awww! Is like butt to me!

Zoya!

- Hey
- Hey. Hey.

You can still back out
of this if you want.

I meant everything I said out there.

I'm not sure I feel that way.

Yet.

Okay.

That's okay.

We'll just, you know, take
it one day at a time, right?

Beginning tomorrow, we'll wake up

and we'll head on down to
the county clerk's office,

get that marriage license taken care of,

and then after breakfast,
we'll go get you a real ring

and not these cheesy fake ones.

You wanna get me a ring?

Yeah, of course, I
want to do everything.

Um... okay, I gotta go talk
to those executives, but...

- Okay.
- Okay.

Tall guy's interested. Look at him.

I can't see him.

Short bald guy's definitely bidding.

Made lots of focused eye contact
with him during the show.

Why is Glen up there?

K-DTV wants the show back now
that there's outside interest?

Where are they going?

You gonna tell 'em, or you want me to?

Hate to be the bearer
of bad news, ladies,

but K-DTV owns your characters,

which means you can't sell
them to another network.

You know, you signed a contract.

But listen, by all means...

keep doing the live show,
you know, for your fans...

and the gym, to feed the soul.

Glen, get the fuck out of my gym.

Okay.

Well, that show was insane.

Good insane.

Highbrow, lowbrow, comedy, drama,

heartache, violence,
at a fucking wedding?

I mean, this show has
something for everyone.

And the costumes. Holy shit.

I mean, you really got something here.

Bra-fucking-vo.

Yeah, thanks, Ray.
Thanks for the review.

Look, this isn't what
we hoped would happen,

but this is what happened.
We got fucked.

All right? I'm sorry.

Sometimes stories end this way.

You guys interested in
doing a floor show?

Where? At the titty bar?

No, man. Vegas.

I have stake in a club there, and
we're looking for a headliner.

Wayne Newton is at the Aladdin,

the New Frontier has Siegfried and Roy,

and Splash just opened at the Riviera.

Are you asking us to be showgirls?

No.

What I'm asking you to do
is the same exact show,

night after night, 300 miles east.

Vegas is where the money is.

Headliners make at
least 25 grand a week.

Ooh.

You think this is a big room?
We have to fill 1,100 seats.

I'm sorry. Who is that?
Who the fuck are you?

That's Ray. His kid goes
to school with Justine.

- He owns strip clubs.
- He's cool. I worked for him.

Okay.

Now...

I don't know dick about TV.

But I know that the
screen is very small.

But you gals throw one hell
of a big old live show.

And there's nothing bigger
than a live show...

in Vegas.

Okay. Oh, my God, I can't do it.

It's a 40-minute plane ride.

You could decide to give
him a bath and come home.

Yeah. He's just so little.

It's basically joint custody.

It's just a little sooner
than we had planned.

And if you don't wanna go, don't go.

No, I'm going.

But maybe this is one of
the benefits of divorce.

Okay, here I go.

Okay, I love you. Oh, my God.

I'll see you Thursday, okay? Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit. Okay.

I love you.

Okay. I'm gonna call a lot.

Even if he's just gonna
chew on the phone cord.

Okay.

Okay. Thank you.

All right, bye.

I liked it better when
you were on crutches.

- You couldn't run away to Vegas.
- No.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

How about you come with us?

Here's something you don't need
for a live floor show in Vegas:

a cameraman.

It'll be fine.

K-DTV is gonna have me shoot
some Good as Gold episodes.

We'll write some mushy
letters to each other.

You'll visit, I'll visit.

We'll try not to fuck it up.

Bye.

I've never been to Vegas.

Oh, you're gonna hate it.

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