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For the team finals, in the right corner we have Sugar Chris

and Revenge Hébert!

And in the left corner,

the Red Squares!

Aren't they too popular to be heels?

You never got stuck in traffic because of their demonstrations?

It's you guys who are paying for our studies!

And you'll pay back all our debt!

-They'll never make it to the ring. -Aren't they overdoing it?

As long as we get to finish them off...

That means I'll have to make a heel out of him for a bit.

Carl! You're gonna be a heel for a bit.

What? I doubt I'm cut out for that.

There's plenty of need for both roles.

Damn it. The stain's still there.

And I have the pants, too. This is all screwed up.

No one will notice.

I will. And it's gonna drive me crazy, I know it.

Well, just take it to the cleaners, then.

Carl?

Can you please take these to the cleaners right next to the wrestling club?

There's one two blocks away.

I don't get discounts there.

-Alright. -Thanks.

So, are you ready to kill? Is my big, bad villain ready for it?

Huh? Are you ready to kill?

-It's no good. -What do you mean?

-He's not mean enough. -I'm sorry.

I'm trying, Guy.

They deserve a better heel than that.

Look, Guy, I don't think I'm cut out to be a heel.

I suck.

Playing a villain is no dishonor. Far from it.

Exactly. You're making me look good.

Have you ever seen a kid dressed up as Luke Skywalker for Halloween? No.

But they love Darth Vader.

I know what you mean. It's not that I don't want to. It just feels unnatural.

Even when I'm fighting Chris, I imagine I'm him.

I think it's just a question of looks.

Oh, come on, Christian.

-Playing a heel is not that hard. -You do it, then.

Me, a heel? Forget it, bro.

Christian Boisvert!

Oh. Hi, honey.

For Christ's sake. You ran off like a sissy.

Tone it down, will you?

You got it all wrong. I only wanted to spare you pain, Sonia.

Sophie.

I thought it was over.

After an hour spent waiting for you to come out of the bathroom? Yeah, it was.

I never doubted you'd eventually realize that it wasn't gonna work.

I have too much respect for your intelligence.

You asshole.

Where are you going, honey? Wait, let's talk about this.

Well, I really hope it comes back spotless.

You have lots of them.

Yeah, but that one's my favorite. I feel really good in it.

Why hang them here?

Boats are full of humidity.

And humidity really doesn't do any good to fabrics such as these,

because they're...

Jonathan. Playing video games again.

You know, you could have just as much fun

playing outside in fresh air.

Okay, again.

-You're good. -Yeah.

Okay. Hey.

Come on. I know you can play a heel.

-Meh. -Sure you can.

What's a heel? It's a guy who's ugly, vicious and cowardly.

I'm sure you can be vicious and cowardly.

You're just being nice.

You know what?

You gotta find your inner heel.

My inner heel?

Yeah. Rather than fighting your demons, you tag team with them. See?

Well...

Create your own character.

Christian doesn't have one.

That's because he's a natural face.

Right.

You feel so good.

Look, Dad.

I killed him at least 27 times.

What happened?

Grandpa took me shooting.

He's good.

Go inside the house. Go inside, I gotta talk to your grandpa.

What the hell, are you out of your mind?

You're against him doing sports now?

You showed a nine-year-old how to shoot a rifle!

Well, if there's ever a war that destroys everything

and forces humanity to return to a primitive state, where you have

to hunt and defend yourself, who's gonna be ready? He will.

Thanks to whom? Yours truly.

Wait, who?

That's your argument?

What?

You and your uniforms, your rifles... You sound like a freaking Nazi.

A Nazi maybe... but a friendly one.

And well-prepared.

Carl, did you bring my uniform back from the cleaners?

You came to ask me that?

No, actually, I came to apologize.

I forgot your uniform. It's still here.

Oh, well. No big deal.

-Where's Jonathan? -In his room.

Good, excellent. I wanted to talk to you about him.

What about apologizing?

Yeah, but you didn't really let me, so...

-I find him a bit soft, that kid. -What do you mean, soft?

Don't you find him a bit weak? He could barely handle the gun recoil.

Just don't make him shoot.

My fear is that he only has your mother's genes.

Look, he doesn't have a problem.

Does he win when he fights at school?

He doesn't fight.

-Never? -Nope.

If he doesn't fight, maybe it's because he's scared.

Maybe he's being bullied. Did he ever tell you he was bullied?

-No. -Kids who are being bullied are scared

of speaking out.

Dad, we're trying to play here.

I can't believe it. He's nine and he doesn't know how to fight?

Just be his bodyguard.

Just escort him to school and back, make sure nothing happens to him.

Then it's settled.

Do you know the song "A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash?

-From when? -The late 60's, I think.

Not a chance, then.

Anyway, it's the story of a guy who gives his son a girl's name on purpose,

so he'll have to learn how to fight through life.

My father gave me the same gift by naming me Carol.

No, that's not why. His name was also Carol.

And it's also a dude's name.

But not common enough to remain unnoticed in the schoolyard.

I was constantly mocked at school. They used to call me "sissy,"

"Miss Carol," and whatnot. Some guys even used to catcall me.

"Hey, little girl! We were waiting for you, sissy!"

And that helped you through life?

You need to earn people's respect, in order to feel confident.

And that's what makes you a balanced, happy and thriving individual, damn it!

I kind of like my mother's genes.

The Ayatollah.

I have full exclusivity on villain immigrants.

He's right. There's some sort of moral copyright about Africa.

Ayatollahs have nothing to do with Africa.

-Are you sure? -I don't care. So?

I don't know, man.

Doesn't it inspire some kind of fear?

It does inspire me. To go and eat falafel.

Yeah, I'd love some.

The French Cheese!

-A Frenchman? -Hell yeah.

That character's more of a tourist than a heel.

The Strangler from Mascouche!

-Mascouche? -The Strangler from Mascouche.

-Why Mascouche? -I have family there.

It doesn't sound too good. "The Strangler" works fine, but then...

Okay. The Strangler from Valhalla!

-Nah. -The Strangler from Nowhere.

The Local Strangler.

Are you picking me up?

No, I was just around.

When I was in school, the bigger kids always used to pick on the small ones.

Do you get bullied sometimes?

No.

Not even on the way home?

No. Why?

I was just wondering.

You came to pick me up, because you think I need protection?

No way. I'd let you take care of yourself, you know that.

-Really? -Of course.

Okay, Grandpa Carol.

What?

Nothing, nothing.

What's so funny?

Well... Carol.

Carol is... Carol.

Carol.

Carol, Carol the little girl!

Carol the little girl Carol the little girl

Carl Ashnikov!

Carl Ashnikov?

Like the Russian assault rifle. It's a pun with my name. Kalashnikov.

I just got it.

That's hilarious!

CLEANERS

It's hopeless. I can't be a heel.

Stop it.

All my life, I was told to be good and I listened. Now it's too late.

You're joking. You used to behave like a jerk when we were together.

-You're being nice. -Not at all.

Give me an example.

I knew you were just being nice.

Hello?

He fought on the way back from school.

Jonathan was in a fight?

Um... no. Not Jonathan.

And then the police arrived and they pulled them apart.

Did he get hurt?

Not at all. He was much stronger than the other guy.

I was talking about the guy. I don't care about your grandpa.

See? We're back. You didn't have to worry.

How come you didn't get locked up?

Very funny.

Are you going to jail?

No. The guy won't press charges.

Are you sure?

Why are you so wound up?

You're blaming me for protecting your son from violent surroundings?

Violent surroundings?

If I can get harassed on the way back from school,

chances are he might as well.

By the way, did you pick up my uniform?

I've waited long enough.

Carl.

Are you in character?

Great show!

We knew you had it in you. Right, guys?

That's what I love about wrestling.

It's not just a fight between good and less good,

it's a fight between good and evil.

And the meaner the evil,

the better the good side looks in contrast.

Christian Boisvert! You asshole.

Honey, let's just go and talk calmly.

Want a beer?

What the hell?

What? It's clean.

Have you gone mad?

I made a costume out of it. For when I need to be a heel.

Your evil character... is me?

Yep. Well...

You don't mind?

On the contrary.

-I've inspired a wrestling character. -A heel.

So what? Evil characters are the best.

Who do you think I admired as a kid? The soft, Frenchy hero? Nah.

You seem to be flattered.

Well...

A little bit.

You're glad that a kid's image of a villain is his father?

Stop taking things so seriously.

There are things you still don't get.

Such as?

Do you remember when I turned eight,

and we fought while keeping an apple in our mouths?

Sure, I remember. Then I challenged you to dive and hold your breath in the pool.

Why did you hold my head underwater, you freaking maniac?

What's gotten into you? You weirdo.

Children these days...

-Are you the father? -Yes.

Please fill this form and write the baby's name here.

-So soon? -You're not sure?

Of course, I'm sure. His name's gonna be Carol, like me.

Carol?

Like his grandfather. My dad's name was Carol.