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Previously on Heels...

Tell them that they need to
sell me on why they should

be the ones to help Continuum

launch its new
wrestling league, corporation--

whatever the hell it is
we're calling it this week.

I got 36 hours to impress
someone that I don't know

who's got questions
about I don't know what,

and he- he said that
four different times:

"You gotta impress her."

Jack, you impress someone
by just walking into a room.

The Condamned and Crystal will
both be at the event next week.

Harmageddon, divided we stand.

Hey, Willie,
you know what?

I know you don't respect me,
but you gotta respect

the fact that I know talent
and I know what to do with it.

And just like
what I've done with Rooster,

I wanna do the same
for Crystal, but also for you.

I need your help.
We need to impress

this corporate
Continuum lady tomorrow.

I know they're
looking at Dystopia

'cause that's where
we met Brooks.

But we need to out Gully
Gully.

So what do you wanna do
exactly?

I just wanna be useful.

- When can you start?
- Uh, yesterday.

The DWL is what you and me do.

Ace has a different destiny.

When Bill came to you
with a golden ticket

just for you,
I was not prepared.

Hey, I heard about Ace.

That's a big opportunity.

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

Yup.

It knocked me down.

There's two kinds of women.

There are women
who get taken care of.

That's you.
And then there's me.

I get dirty and I fix shit,
so you don't have to spend

a single second worrying about
unfixed shit.

What's going on here, Willie?

What if knowing stuff
means finding out

the DWL can't keep itself
afloat legally and never has?

Is that really something
you wanna know?

There's a lotta stuff
in those boxes.

- Like what?
- Shady stuff.

Consequential if discovered.

I think your dad did stuff
that could make

everything that we rebuilt
all get destroyed,

and I have no idea
what to do about it.

I hate him.

The Shooting Star Press?

Jack, that was terrible.

What the fuck
are you thinking?

I'm trying to add some aerials
to my move set.

You can't be adding
flippity-dos

you can't even do
into a foam pit.

It's not a good use
of your energy.

It's not in your wheelhouse.
Save it for the pool.

Can't be begging God for
new gifts at your age, son.

You're not a high-flyer, Jack.
You never will be.

The pursuit of versatility
is a vice.

You can't look at
every limitation

as something
that has to be overcome.

Just accept that God
doesn't give with both hands,

but don't forget
what he did give you.

You're great on the mic,
you're solid,

you retain muscle
without much effort,

but you got the quads
and the thighs of a catcher.

You're a grappler, Jack.
A technician.

Be a good base.

You're not gonna suddenly
be a "Butterfly Man."

Put over the guys
who can pull this shit off.

Dad, I'm just trying to--

What? Turn yourself into
Rey Mysterio?

That ain't gonna happen.
We are who we are, Jack.

I can't do this shit either.

Only athlete in this family
who can is Ace.

Thankfully, he's got bigger
and better plans now.

Work smart, God damn it.

Hey, Kenneth,
how we doing today?

The same.

You wanna play a game?

Bonnie, I'm so grateful
you could

come all the way out here.
I know you're busy.

I just--I knew if people
downtown saw me

walking into your law office...

No need to apologise, Staci.

Any excuse to see ya outside
of church is a good one.

And I don't really wanna
go into my office either.

Ah, God, sorry.
I'm...sick about all this.

Bonnie, is what we discuss
protected?

Legally, I mean.

I mea--I mean,
it's confidential, right?

You got any change
in that purse?

I'm sure I do.

Grab me a dime.

Would you like my legal advice

during this initial
consultation?

Yes.

Hand me the dime please.

Once that dime is in my hand,

it will ensure that
anything we discuss

will be protected.

Great.
Now, what's troubling you?

Oh, and--and Jack and I
are great, by the way.

That's not what this is about.

The DWL's not so much.

Nice job bailing on class,
pussy.

When's the flight?

Three. but I'm not going,

and you calling me a pussy's
insulting to women everywhere.

Dickface, you're coming to
Georgia with me for this event.

You can do the paperwork for
Palm Springs when you get back.

It's an escrow thing.

I own a home.
I know what escrow is.

-You don't gotta be there.
-I do.

Caitlyn should go.

If we don't start letting her
experience bigger stuff,

she'll quit.

Caitlyn didn't scout
these wrestling people.

I'm not gonna know
what I'm looking at.

-You'll have Caitlyn.
-I don't like Caitlyn.

I don't think you like me.

I don't.

But it's a familiar dislike.

The Condamned
and that, um, Crystal chick

- are gonna be there, right?
- Yeah.

I'm not gonna go if they're not
gonna be wrestling.

Jack has assured me
that they're both

gonna be in the show,
the match.

They are both gonna
be in the match.

Before you get to Duffy,
I did a little bit of research.

I think these two guys
actually hate each other.

For real.
Charlie Gully has a lawsuit out

against Jack Spade
for personal injury.

There's footage of the fight
on YouTube.

Let's step that back.
The likelihood of a man

"punching" another man
in professional wrestling

and causing actual injury
seems low.

Look, the audience
chasing after Jack

to kick his ass is real.
The lawsuit is real.

I'm not sure how these guys
are gonna take

to us blending
their promotions.

Brooks, where'd you get
your MBA?

Wharton School of Business.

Me? I went the University
of New Hampshire.

Also known as
Peter T. Paul College

of Business and Economics.

You know what I learned
at Peter T. Paul College

of Business and Economics
that I presume you learned

at Wharton School of Nursing
is that you don't tell anybody

anything that you
want them to do

that they may not want to do

until you have them
under contract.

What if they don't like
working with each other

once we have them
under contract?

What do you think
a binding contract is for?

You're gonna be in charge
of making sure

that these two companies
work together.

You're gonna have to
explain it to them, not me.

Be nice to Caitlyn, okay?

She doesn't know that
you're jokin' all the time.

I'm not joking all the time.

Oh, hey, boss.
We got the new Crystal merch.

We got ladies cut

and we got extra-extra small
for the little girls

'cause they love Crystal
whether she's good or bad.

- Thank you, Debbie.
- You're welcome.

Care not

a whit, Jack,
not a single whit.

Gully's lighting package
is straining our power grid.

Backup generators are
being delivered.

Hey, hey, hey. How'd
the meeting with Bonnie go?

Please tell me
you didn't run into

people in town going
into her law office.

She came to our house
discreetly,

and the takeaway was
that right now she said...

we shouldn't try
to break into jail.

She said since people
aren't asking,

we don't need to go telling,

which doesn't make me
feel any better about it.

But we gotta get those banker
boxes out of the building.

I don't know where they're
goin', but they can't be here.

And she said Willie's gotta
tell us the truth, all of it,

no matter where it leads.

If this thing is built on
a house of sand, so be it.

Least we know it.

Okay.

Yeah, my buddy
Tom Welch works in

the admissions office
at Michigan,

and I'll make sure
he flags Robin's application.

Y-you don't have to do that.

What's the point
of having old friends?

He loves helping people.

Thank you so much, Mr. Gully.

I'm happy to do it.

I know how stressful
this process can be.

I went through it
with my daughter last year.

- Where's she going?
- Notre Dame!

I gave Robin a journal
with a Knute Rockne quote.

Tell him, Robin, go 'head.

"Courage means bein'
afraid to do something,

but still doing it."

I need that journal!

Where'd you get that?

-Barns & Noble.
-They still open?

Oh, yeah.
love that place.

Well, anyways, thank you.

Yeah, hey, Ted.

And, uh, we'll leave you
to your work talk.

Okay.
Uh, Robin, it's gonna be fine

wherever you end up going.

Yeah, it's a good kid.

Nice family.

I don't really
need that coffee.

Really?
"Tick-tock, Fucky"?

Look, let's just...
you know,

let--let--let's put that
behind us.

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay? I'm trying to be

respectful here.

I'm not raging,
I'm not kickin'

or breaking anything or doing
the whole Irish hothead thing.

I'm offering both you
and Crystal an opportunity.

She can continue
to be a guest at the DWL.

I'm willing to work with
whatever it is she wants to do.

End of the day,
I run a business.

I want that business
to succeed,

so I continue to look
for ways to make it succeed.

This is one of the ways.

If you decide that Dystopia

isn't a good move
for Crystal's career right now,

no hard feelings, okay?

You and I return to
profane repartee

in our usual loving fashion.

However, if you decide
to pursue this,

let's paper the deal.

Continuum's interest in us
is just telling me

that others
are gonna be interested.

All right.

I'll see myself to the door.

Before I go,

I want you
to take these as a deposit.

If we move forward
with the contract,

consider it an advance.

One pouch for Crystal.
One pouch for you.

If not,

we'll figure it out
down the line.

I know where you live.

But I gotta have
your answer tonight, Willie.

I'm moving on
one way or the other.

Is there a sound or word that
you're interested in uttering

to signal that
you just absorbed

and considered
anything I just said?

Okay.

Thank you again.

Hope to hear from you soon.

- Ha. I beat you.
- Kenneth, yes, you did!

Hey, new guy, get in here.

I need your help.
Come on.

One sec.
Hey, Mr. Wingate--

Can you help me
get him back in?

Hey, I got you.
I got you. Come on.

- Right behind you.
- Roll over. Here you go.

Here you go.
Come on. Here you go.

Call Dr. Goldman.

Okay.

Ohh...ohh...ah...

There you go.

You're gonna be
okay, Mr. Wingate.

Can you stay with him?
We'll be right back.

You're okay,
Mr. Wingate.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Mornin'.

Where you headed with those?

Tell me what's in 'em.

Feel like
we talked about that.

I'll just look myself.

Fine.
Let me show you something.

Willie,

- what are we doin'?
- Hey, come see.

Why do you wanna
show me this?

Parcels of property
are all zoned differently,

which means they're all
taxed differently.

You know the kinds of property

that have significantly
lower tax rates?

Agricultural ones.

Farms.

But even a little one
like this, once a year

someone's gotta come out from
the tax commissioner's office

and inspect the property.

They give our crops
a quick look

and ask for some kind of proof
that we're selling 'em,

and check a single box
on a single form--

tax rates stay low.

It's the Spade Family Farm.

Been run by the family
for generations.

Well, one generation, I guess.

Not surprisingly,
we haven't had a year yet

where we turned a profit,
but operating at a loss,

that's a whole other tax issue.

Some farms
even get public assistance

if they have to
sell their crops at a loss.

My God.

Remember that stuff
I said to you

about knowing and not knowing?

Well, now you know this part.

Guess I'm relieved.

It's nicer than
I thought it'd be...

handin' it off to you.

Come see.

You gotta buy a lot of stuff
when you run a farm.

Supplies, equipment.

You gotta keep the receipts

for the supplies and equipment
so you get the tax write-off.

Sometimes you buy things
you never even use.

So you sell those things,

but you still
got the receipts.

Oh, and sometimes you buy
things that don't even exist--

tractor, industrial mower.

Leckie Lawn Care was always
great about giving us receipts

even when we walked outta
there with nothing at all.

-Jack?
-Tom.

Did you forget
he worked there first?

He and Leckie Sr.
were fishing buddies.

So now, you know.

Willie.

I'm not one of the two kinds
of women you mentioned.

I'm the kind who faces things
head on as they are.

So fix it, Stace.

Fix it.

Once this event
is rendered and completed

as you've both agreed to
in this document,

Mr. Jack Spade and
the Duffy Wrestling League

will be absolved of
any current or future

legal action related to
the previous act of violence

perpetuated upon
Mr. Charles Gully by Mr. Spade.

If you both agree, sign here,

and we will have
this notarised by Ms...

Roberts. Kathy Roberts.

By Ms. Roberts.

I'm glad you both settled this
without any legal action.

It really shows that there's
other ways and other solutions

to solving problems
that I think you both,

despite the tension,
benefitted from this.

Jack, hands don't get shook
until my referee

calls the final match
the way in which

we agreed to in this document.

This isn't over until

Dystopia is standing
with our hands raised

while Ace is on his back
crying on the mat.

Then the bell rings,
then we know it's over.

Don't you fuck around
and shit on me, Jack.

Do what you promise,
or I'll bulldoze the DWL.

Don't tempt me.

And now that I know that
Jen Lucié is gonna be here

watching me, I'm watching you.

Thank you, Ms. Roberts.

Hi. How was work?

I watched a man die.

Oh, my God, Ace,
how terrible!

I was there to...

you know, help him through it.

Mama, can I--
can I say something?

I can't really say it
to anybody but you.

Always.

The day dad shot himself

and I ran down the stairs
and I found him...

didn't step towards him--
I stepped back.

I mean, I looked at him for
a second and then I looked away

and I thought,
"I can't put his face

where the bullet went in
and came out back together."

I couldn't even think of
anything comforting to say

even as his soul was
watching me be so useless.

I couldn't even say like...

"Be free, Dad.

Your burdens are gone.
Be free."

I just kept crying.

I just kept saying,
"Why, why, why, why, why?"

Instead of calling 911.

I was a coward that day.

He didn't survive the gunshot.

It's...

Scary way to be right now.

It's frightening 'cause I feel
this--this growth inside of me,

but Mama...

God caused that growth.

I'm God's field.
God's farm.

He planted this yearning inside
of me to be more of a person

than just chasing after
some selfish thing.

I mean, our job as people
is to help each other

find these little moments
of elation between the- the toil

and the uncertainty and
the struggle, the goin' after,

the gettin', and the-the-
the winning.

My whole life,
I was focused on how to win.

I was turning into
a competitor

for amateur sports when...

I shoulda been
cultivating kindness.

Ace...

I made a big mistake
this past year.

I tried to face the horror

of what your daddy did
with dignity.

Accept it.
Move on.

Only recently I realised
that was a terrible mistake

because to honour horror is to
give it a place of importance.

I wanted to overcome it,
move past it,

before facing it,

admitting what it was:
horrible.

Loving someone
is surprising in ways

you don't expect
when you first fall in love.

The longer you live
with someone,

their disappointments
become yours,

their sadness, their pain,

and that's what love should be.

A harbor.
A shelter.

But when you discover
that loving people

can't make 'em happy anymore...

You feel useless

where you used to feel useful.

Feelin' called to something
is a good thing, Ace.

Just consider what
that calling is tied to,

because sometimes the thing

that we are called to
can break our hearts.

Even when it starts from love.

Willie just gave it to you
and didn't say anything?

There were
people there.

She just said that Gully
gave it to her to give to me.

That feels substantial.
Should we unzip it?

Uh...

Wow. He really wants you
to go to Dystopia.

So does Willie.

You remember when
you were worried about

keeping your momentum,
which was like two seconds ago?

Everywhere you go,
people notice you.

It may take them a minute,
but they notice.

When you're in the room,
the light just finds you.

Even more since I met you.

I love you.

I lo-I love you too.

- Okay, I-I gotta go get ready.
- Yeah.

Hey, kick ass tonight.

You too.

Brother,
this place is packed!

And here we are...

once more unto the breach.

What exactly is a breach?

That's a- that's a break
in a wall

for you to burst through
and launch an attack.

Shakespeare, "Henry V."

Once more into battle.

No matter the battle,
we must battle.

Thank you for
going to battle with me.

It's just a wrestlin' match.

Well,
there's a lot at stake.

I'm just sorry
it's you out there

takin' the fall tonight
'cause of me.

Hey, apologise for that again,

I'm gonna punch you
in the face.

Besides, I could still go
Bruce Banner in the ring

and shoot on y'all.

It's a joke. I joke.

Ace, you deserve
to win tonight

with all the eyes on you.

The crowd, livestream,
Continuum.

The Condamned gimmick
you came up with--

I didn't know
if it was gonna work.

All the stuff I put ya through
and, uh...

You deserve your chance
to shine.

Hey, just 'cause
I ain't winning

don't mean I ain't shinin'.

You taught me that.
At least you tried to.

The Condamned story is
about service.

I'm part servant,
part sentinel.

Gully thinks that
we're doing him a favour

by having me lay down
on the mat losing--nah.

It's perfect.

It's just a story.
We'll write a new one tomorrow.

A resurrection. Bam.

Look, man, in a few hours
we'll be done with Gully.

I'm sorry I ever
went to Florida

and made you feel like
you had to come save me.

Apologise again to me for that,
and I'll punch you in the face.

Guess we apologise a lot.

We fuck up a lot.

Jack.

You carried the DWL.

You resurrected this.

You.

You're the brains.

You're the inspiration.

Thanks for saying that.

Ace, time to gear up.

Yeah.

All right.

- Go fuck yourself.
- You too.

Thank you. I mean it.

Um...

I don't know that
I've ever had anyone

lookin' out for me
the way that you have.

I just--

I don't want to leave here.

Or-or the people.

Just not right now.

It's gonna be
a great night, boss.

Yeah, don't go jinxing
this shit, Debbie.

Focus. Eddie.

Bobby, 30-minute warning.

Thank y'all so much
for coming.

I know it's a long flight
from LA.

Excited to be here.

Your sizzle reel
was incredible.

Well, now you get to
see us up close and personal.

Jen, so nice
to see you again.

- Lucy, Paul, big night.
- Hey.

Who we setting on fire first?

Staci, Lucy Gully.

Oh, hi, Lucy.
Welcome to Duffy.

- Thank you.
- Staci, Paul Gully.

You got a great turnout.

It's gonna be
a good night tonight.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hi, Caitlyn.

Hi, ladies.
Hi, Annie.

Good to see you too.
Thank you.

All right, Jacky boy.
Here we go.

Folks are filin' in.

Gully's panties have been
ironed and folded.

Hopefully, he won't try to put
both legs through the same hole

and we'll done here in
about, well, 'bout two hours.

I just want all of us
to go over.

That is on each individual
at this point.

Everybody's gettin' to wrestle
in front of an electric crowd.

That's all you can control.

That and your attitude.

Knowing that you are pursuing
things that are ineffable.

Tonight, it's enough to just
go out, put on a great show.

Let the backstage drama
fall away

and just answer the call.

Think about
the last few months.

I came to scout Ace,

you pinned him
in seven seconds,

and you both got pelted
with shit.

Don't need to go over it.

But we shall,
because it's revealin'.

Essentially, everything that
got you here's been a shoot.

You turned Ace heel
without him knowin'.

He bent Bobby's leg 'cause

well, hell, his heart
was broke.

We got the Fair
'cause I'd been fired,

just happened to be in town.

You punched out Gully,

then you two brothers beat
the crap outta each other.

I crapped my pants,
and Crystal saved us

from getting mired in all
the crap we crapped all over.

And that's just the DWL.

Bill, have you been
reflectin' on all this?

Yeah, I have.

Then post-Fair,
you gotta explain

Crystal having the belt
and put her over.

And then egomaniac Gully
rolls us into his promotion

in a Trojan horse thinkin'
we're doing his bidding,

but he's done ours
by gettin' us noticed

because we are good.

Tonight...we have a chance
to be great.

How we booked it--
not a shoot.

Whatever comes from tonight,

nothing we can do about it.

It's written in the stars.

You just play it beat by beat.

How you booked it,
as good as you are,

you could not have scripted
what got us here,

but tonight you have.

It's enough to have
just one big night

go the way you booked it.

Then you're truly
a professional.

So just...go wrestle.

Thanks for being
a real friend, Bill.

Thank you
for giving me a family.

Showtime.

Welcome one and all
to Duffy, Georgia.

It's me, Eddie Earl

and we are streamin' live
from the Duffy Dome.

Happy Harmageddon.

The DWL versus
Florida Wrestling Dystopia.

Joinin' me as always,
Lone Star statesman, Bobby Pin.

Well, get out your inhalers
and your baby aspirin.

Breathtaking, heart-stoppin'
action is coming your way now.

Nice merch.

Thanks.

I should get some merch
in pink.

You know, if you're not
going on last,

there's nothing better'n
going first.

This crowd hasn't seen you
since you were their champ.

Their hate'll hit ya

like a wave.

Hang ten, kid.

And hit Crystal's music.

Oh, you hate me!
Ha ha ha!

All right, well,
look who it is.

Little Miss Defector,
herself--Crystal Tyler.

These DWL fans are bellowing
their once beloved

with resounding hate.

That's right,
Eddie.

You know traitors were shot
in the old days.

Today, they just get booed.

She'll be battling Elle Dorado
who now holds the DWL

woman's belt that Crystal
vacated with her defection.

Let's go, Elle.

Ed, you can tell
this crowd is glad

to see somebody put
Crystal Tyler in her place.

Ring the bell!

And straight into blows.

So much for girlish joy.

Oh, and Elle Dorado
takes the rough end

- of that exchange.
- Took that one

right in the dimples.

They went full-on
hockey player

at the beginning of that one.

Ooh, Crystal
sweeps her off her feet

- and not in the fun way.
- Bobby, they'll be

no Miss Congeniality
crown tonight.

No, sir, Eddie.

And you can hear this divided
crowd lovin' this match.

Oh, do-si-do,
and an elbow shot to the head.

- Oh, and a front end.
- Ow!

Oh, that's cheap!

That's cheap right there!
-Yes!

There's that
reversal flip.

Elle Dorado
has her in reverse DDT,

but it looks like
Crystal Tyler...

yes, she reverses out of it.

Ooh, and a heel kick
right to the chin there, Eddie.

I'd be surprised if Elle Dorado

has a single fillin' left.

Ha ha ha ha!

And she's coming down
with an elbow!

Oh, man.

Come on. Get up.

Crystal has come callin',

and Elle Dorado
has chosen violence.

She is possessed.

Oh, what
a recovery from Crystal.

Oh, what-what is it
she's saying to the crowd?

This is the best you got?

This is why
I moved on from you.

You got nothin'.

She thinks
she's got this in hand.

Well, we'll see here.
Ooh!

I know I'm supposed to
hate her, but I can't.

I know.
She just kicks too much ass.

The crowd
tries to boost Elle Dorado,

gettin' her back
into this match.

Wait. I thought that Crystal
was fighting for the DWL.

Not tonight.
She's fighting for the FWD,

but she's really with the DWL.

-Let's go, Elle!
-What?

Crystal whips her
across the ring.

Ooh, slams her into
the turnbuckle.

Oh, big reversal flip
from Elle Dorado!

Getting stomped to the face
by Elle Dorado.

She starts to pull back...

Still gets kicked out
by Crystal.

Just short of a pin.

And Elle Dorado
gets her into position.

She's putting her
into magnetic north.

Oh, she didn't stay down
as long as

Elle Dorado thought
she was gonna.

Crystal comin'
right behind!

Elle Dorado's grabbing
her by the neck.

Now Crystal's got her too.

Can't believe what I just saw!

I've never seen
anything like that.

Whoo! Whoo!

My goodness,
that turned quickly.

It sure did.
I'll tell you what,

and this crowd loves to hate
Crystal Tyler.

Give me that mic!

Listen, hey! Duffy, I got--
I got one thing

that I wanna say to you.
Okay? Uh...

I am sorry. Truly.

I-I'm sorry

that you didn't recognise
my greatness sooner.

I'm sorry I wasted my time

worrying about
what y'all thought of me.

I am the best thing

to ever come outta this town.

So clap your hands

and tip your hat,

bend your knee...

because I am
the Goddess of Hostility.

Damn right!

Dystopia for life!

Traitor!

- I love that chick.
- She's the best.

Crystal Tyler,
still undefeated,

ladies and gentlemen.

She came, she saw,
she conquered.

- Oh, I'm sorry!
- She took the task.

Whoo!

Well done.

Tag team, you're up.

Come on, Diego.

- Whoo hoo hoo!
- Go, Diego.

Gave him a chest full
to The Hole.

Oh, The Hole
is not a nice man.

Ah, and a head
by the Coconut!

Let's go, Diego!

He's tryin'
for the tag.

Oh, but he's cut down!

That's a cheap shot
from behind.

He's takin' his mask off!
Now, come on!

You do not
do that to a Luchador!

Oh, and he's furious!
Diego Cottonmouth is furious.

Go, Diego!

A big Snake slam.
Go down!

Quickly
denied by Wild Bill Hancock!

Wow.

Winner!

Win for Diego Cottonmouth

and Wild Bill Hancock.

Two snakeskin covered boys
there, lemme tell ya.

-Drink it in.
-Yeah!

Yeah, when they cheer,
they love ya. Whoo!

And these fans are ecstatic.

They are having
the time of their lives.

This is quite a night
here in the Duffy Dome.

They're ready
for ya, Mr. Gully.

Okay.

Fabulous win for the DWL,

curtesy of Diego Cottonmouth

and Wild Bill Hancock.

So now, it all comes down
to the main event

for this battle
of grand supremacy.

And there he is,

the DWL turncoat and
current FWD world champion,

Rooster Robbins.

-And he is accompanied--
-Hate me!

By the CEO and founder

of the Florida Wrestling
Dystopia,

the self-anointed
God of Chaos, Charlie Gully.

Get 'em.

Gully and Rooster's
unbridled obsession

with The Condamned has all led
to this moment, Eddie.

All their chips are in.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you
ready for tonight's main event?

We are.

I'm here.

Rooster Robbins, FWD champ,
he's right here.

All we need is an opponent,

so where's your hero now,
Duffy?

Oh, Condamned.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Condamned, Condamned,

Condamned, Condamned,
Condamned...

Shut up!

If The Condamned don't want
to come out and play,

I don't want to spend
one more second

in this tired-ass town.

All y'all be quiet.

Now, what I'ma do

is I'ma take my title...

and I'ma go home!

Uh-oh.

Believe me, we paid
for the electric bill.

This is just effect,
ladies and gentlemen.

You lookin' up for
a zipline or whatever...

Condamned, Condamned,

Condamned, Condamned,
Condamned...

Condamned, show yourself!

Ha ha ha.
The Condamned is in the house!

The only way to defeat
your opponent

in the last man standing match
is to incapacitate him

long enough to keep him
off his feet

while the referee
counts to ten.

Incapacitation?

Last match, anything goes.

This entire dome
is their playing field.

No time-outs,
no disqualifications.

Come on, Condamned!

We are under way,
ladies and gentlemen.

Oh-ho!

Nice swing, Dad.

This is
despicable, Eddie.

That is so cheap.
So cheap, Gully.

Aw, now they're all
in the ring.

Let's have no rules,
shall we?

This is absolute bedlam!

- Start the count.
- Come on, now!

This--this is
so far away from fair, Eddie.

This is just hard to watch.

You wanna be their saviour?

I'll treat you like one.
String him up, boys.

This is a new definition

of low blow here, Eddie.

Oh! That is not right.

Do it.

You wanna put out the last
flicker of hope in this town...

finish The Condamned.

-No!
-You're a scumbag, Gully.

Come on, Rooster.
Play fair.

If you know any
prayers, say 'em fast.

- Oh!
- Don't do it.

And it's Crystal Tyler.

We signed up to be wrestlers,

not whatever this is.

-You listen to her!
-Don't do it, Rooster.

Don't listen to them.

Do it.

I have given you both
everything.

You gotta finish him off
right now.

I don't wanna win this way.

I'm done taking
your blood money.

Where are you going?

Get back here.

Finish the job!

Hey, Gully.

It's over.

Oh, my God!

I cannot
believe this,

two traitors coming
back home

and saving their old family.

What a turn of events,
folks.

Crystal Tyler
and Rooster Robbins

just up and quit the FWD in
the middle of a title match.

We got another guest
at the party.

There he is, Jack Spade!

Jack Spade's comin' in
to save the day!

Scared 'em
outta the ring.

All right, here we go.

Hey, Duffy,

sometimes in business

when you wanna
get things done,

you gotta do 'em yourself.

Isn't that right...

partner?

Oh, my God!
Partner?

- No!
- Eddie,

what does he mean, partner?

Take that.
What do you think

about this, Duffy?

FWD!

This is just
despicable, Eddie.

This is Duffy's own
Benedict Arnold.

You know, it's times like this
that I wish this was all fake.

I been working with
Charlie Gully

this whole time!

You see,

lotta you assume that I'm
just like my late father,

the great King Spade.

That I'd do anything for Duffy.

Anything to keep the DWL alive,

but the truth is,

I hope the DWL dies

just like our coward
of a father.

Charlie Gully--

he helped me realise

that the only thing
holding Jack Spade back

was all of you.
You idiots.

I decided to sell the DWL to

Charlie Gully!

-Whoo-hoo!
-Yes, yes!

Is that true?
That's not true.

I was this close--

I was this close to cashin' in

before you rode back into town.

Now, you call yourself
The Condamned,

but y'all can see

that's just my little
baby brother Ace Spade

hell-bent on saving the DWL.

Well, brother, it is time

for me to put you down

and put an end to our father's

pathetic legacy.

Tonight's last man
standing match

is now The Condamned...

Versus me.

And if you win,

if you win, you take the DWL.

You keep it all for yourself.

I'll leave Duffy forever.

But when I win,

when that referee
counts to ten,

me and Gully, we're gonna burn
this bitch to the ground.

This right here,
is still my promotion.

Ring the Goddamn bell.

That bell now makes
this match official.

But the last man standing match
is now between

The Condamned
and Jack Spade, Eddie.

This is horrible!

Oh, shit.
Let's get outta here.

Well, here comes
the cavalry, for God's sake.

I was wondering
where they been.

There musta been some helluva
buffet in the locker room

to keep these guys away
this long,

but here they are.

Takin' names
and kickin' ass.

That's great.

Jack, Jack!

Oh, you'd like to get up?
Get down now.

You ready to go
like you never gone before?

Yeah, let's tear the house
down.

Hey, here's your Condamned.
Watch this.

Cheap shots!

Yeah!

Ah, come on!

Can The Condamned
even get up?

Aah!

Jack Spade showing
no respect for The Condamned

or wrestling at all.

Oh!

- Oh!
- Another cheap shot

to the midsection--
that's not--

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, it's too much!

This is some
sibling rivalry

- like you don't wanna see.
- One.

Wow, it's a real
chair, I didn't--

- I'm burning...
- Two...

this dome down!

I'm Jack Spade!

This is my town.

Son of a bitch!

There is no love
lost between these two!

This crowd loves it!

Aah!

And The Condamned
gettin' some cheapness in

on his own time.

Well, I was a little brother
myself.

I like to see
this kinda stuff.

Aah!

We have to take this farther.

Then you sell out
for the whole fight.

Sell the shit
outta this, brother.

Ooh!

That's a big pole.

Now somebody's gonna have to
get the boo-boo boys.

What's he gonna
do with that, Eddie?

He's gonna bring
him up, and then...

onto the table! Ha ha!

Time to ring the bell!

Ace, don't do it!
That's your brother.

Don't do that, man.

That is
the moral compass himself.

Come on. Get him.

Gah!

Come on, take- take some
beard, while you're at it.

Yeah!

Ohh--

Oh! Ha ha ha!

Take that, pal.
Get him, Jack.

What is Jack Spade gonna do
with that table?

He's not setting it for
his brother, that's for sure.

He's got bad intent.

He's not getting
a Christmas card

from Annie and I this year.

It looks like
The Condamned is losing steam!

Ooh!

What an asshole, man.

Where does find the strength

to be climbing up there now?

Oh, he's--
he's going up to the top

of the entryway.

Eddie, whatever's about
to happen cannot be good!

Oh, he's ripped off
that cheap shirt.

- Well, that's a start.
- That's right, baby.

Come on, Jack.

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, no!

Here goes the bomb!

-Oh!
-Oh!

Holy shit.

Somebody call the ambulance!

The town of Duffy
hasn't seen this much carnage

since they passed prohibition.

One!

Two...

three...

And neither
competitor is getting up.

Five...

I don't believe it!

They're back
on their feet, Ed.

Time to go home,
little brother.

Followin' your lead,
Jack.

Blow the roof off
this joint.

Go get him, Jack!

-Whoo.
-Let's go.

Jack Spade is down!

The Condamned
might win this thing.

Jack Spade is down.

-The Condamned...
-Oh, my goodness!

Look at that!

Into his knees!

Nice job, Jack.

Get up, get up, get up!

Get yourself up, Jack.
Come on.

Two brothers...exhausted.

Go, Ace!

Keep on selling it.
Follow my lead.

One more move
to impress Jen Lucié.

- Come on, Jack.
- Jack Spade

has gotten to his feet.

Jack, stand up!
Stay up.

What the fuck, Jack?

Surprise, surprise.

Jack isn't sticking
to the script.

They're just feeling
the crowd out.

Yeah, "feeling the crowd out"
my ass.

They do what they wanna do.
They can't help it.

Jack, what the hell
you doing?

Watch this!

Oh, my God.

Jack, what the fuck?

Finish him off.

-Oh!
-Ohh!

Whoo! Yes, Jack.

-Whoo!
-Yes!

It was
a Shooting Star Press!

Jack Spade has just
pulled off one of the most

difficult moves
in all of wrestling

to keep The Condamned down.

All right, nice move, Jack.

One...

Which one of these
warriors

is gonna get up first?

Thanks for telling me
I could wrestle, Jack.

- Two.
- All right, come on, Jack.

Three.

It's your turn to win, Ace.

Get up.

You know what?
It doesn't matter.

All that matters is that
we both got over, Jack.

- Stick to the script.
- Four.

People are here
for The Condamned.

Not Jack Spade.
Get up.

Five.

Get up.
It's what the crowd wants.

Start selling it.

Jack, Gully'll
put us out of business.

Six.

Start getting up, Jack.
Start sellin' it.

It's always something
with this family.

It's never nothin'.

Not now, Jack.

Get up, Jack.

Get up,
Jack.

Jack, get up.

I can't.

What do you mean?

I'm hurt.

What?

- Eight.
- What an incredible night.

Jack!

Get up at nine, okay?

You sell the shit out of it.

We did this.
We did it.

Get up, Jack.

Sit down, Ace.
Get back down.

- Get down.
- Nine.

Get the fuck down.

-Fuck you, Ace!
-Ten.

Fuck you Jack!

Fuck you, Jack.

I'll fucking kill you,
motherfucker.

The Condamned has risen.

The Condamned has won it
for the DWL.

The Condamned has risen!

The Condamned
is your Harmageddon champion.

The DWL wins Harmageddon.

Son of a bitch.

Aah!

Shoulda listened, Jack!

Ya shoulda listened.

Jack, honey,
why didn't you get up?

I can't feel my legs.

Well,
there you have it.

Another great night
from Duffy, Georgia,

the cradle of wrestling.

For everybody at the DWL,

this is Eddie Earl
wishing you a good night.