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- I have to say, I'm a little surprised

to see you back here, Dwayne.

- I'm also back here.

- Less surprising for whatever reason.

- You know, we were on our way to the plane,

and I started to think about what you were telling me

about your family. - Sorry to intrude,

but Bibi Storrs has arrived. - Bibi Storrs?

- Hey!

Thanks so much for having me. I had a great flight.

I turned on "Hussies" and went straight so sleep.

- It is so nice to meet you. - Mm-hmm.

- I'm just wrapping up here. I'll be with you in one moment.

- Oh, no problem at all.

Hey, Randall. Is that Dwayne Johnson?

Bibi Storrs. - Bibi...

Hear a lot of great things about you.

- Oh, you may not realize this,

but you just met your new best friend.

- Hey, best friend. - Oh, hey!

- Okay, I'll show you to your room.

- Kay, thank you so much. - She is the host

of my favorite morning show.

She's actually my favorite star after you, Dwayne.

Ah.

Thank you. - Yeah, my guess is

that Taft sent her here as a backup,

you know, and try to get that trade deal done.

- Ah... - We cohost

the same morning show.

- "Chatterbox"? - No.

Yes, it's called

"Chatterbox with Randall Park and Bibi Storrs."

- Seriously? - Yeah, I mean, that sounds

like a fun show. I gotta watch it.

I'm sorry...

So you were saying about my family?

- Yes, so I was thinking

about what you were telling me about your family

and the legacy of their business,

and it very much so reminded me of my own family,

particularly a time when we were living in Hawaii.

After months of fighting,

my mom and dad had put their frustrations

with Lars Anderson aside

and settled their issues with my grandmother.

But the fans never knew that.

- This is a great illustration

of the different kind of bodies

that can succeed in pro wrestling.

- Macho Man vs. The everyman, Lars Anderson.

But wait... but that's

Rocky Johnson and Jake "The Snake"!

They're WPW wrestlers.

They're not allowed to be here!

- Make no mistake, this is an invasion,

an unprecedented security breach!

- I have never seen anything like this

in all my years of pro wrestling!

- No, Jake! No, no, put the snake away!

- That's what I'm talking about!

This is WPW's house now!

- That whole invasion?

Staged. PPPW and WPW

were now working together to build a rivalry storyline

to drum up excitement for something big:

a Peter Maivia tribute show.

- And to sell the rivalry,

we give every single match big stakes.

PPPW wrestlers face off against WPW wrestlers

for island supremacy: seven matches, seven victors.

Whichever promotion wins the most matches,

gets control of Hawaii wrestling...

Time's up.

- Ambitious. - Very.

- Okay, now, Lah, your 30 seconds.

- Is the timer sort of, I don't know, rigid?

- Hey, the system is working.

You and Lah have equal time to talk,

and I don't have to deal with you two beefing behind my back.

Bruno? - Lars, 30 seconds.

Go!

I smoothed things over with Jim Crockett and the guys...

Brought 'em back in the fold.

Extra good news: he's sending over NWA star

Kerry Von Erich.

- Good job, Lah.

I love any Von Erich.

- They're absolutely beautiful men.

Um, about Ata's idea...

I mean, seven v. seven sounds like math.

Wrestling only needs two guys

in trunks, going chest-to-chest...

Time's up, time's up.

- I say we go with...

Ata's gimmick.

- Yes!

Now, if you wanna guarantee a sellout,

we can ask Cyndi Lauper to sing the national anthem.

We talked at Vince's party in New York.

I think she'd be into it.

- Bold, big, like Peter.

The High Chief approves.

- While my parents and Lars

navigated a tenuous alliance,

I had gone through a little growth spurt.

Mmm, this papaya is crazy ripe.

- Did you cut that yourself?

You're not supposed to play with knives.

- What are you touching knives for?

- I thought you wanted me to eat more fruit.

- Canned fruits, bananas, oranges.

- Pears. - Plums!

- So how's planning going?

What's do I get to do for Grandpa's tribute?

- You will be in the ring with the family

for Peter's ten-bell salute.

- A time-honored method of honoring those

in the wrestling world who have passed on.

- Cool, but what else you got?

- What, like a job, job?

- Come on. I've worked for Grandma.

I'm capable of a lot more than standing in the ring

and looking handsome as hell.

Dewey.

- I'm ready for real responsibilities.

I'm not a kid anymore.

In fact, I'm no longer going by Dewey.

That's a child's name.

From now on,

I'm Dwayne. - Dwayne Johnson?

That just sounds weird.

- You both came up with it.

- Okay.

Dwayne.

- I just wanted to know my role,

and they told me to shut my mouth.

- While I was tired of being treated like a little kid,

my mom set out to pay off

my grandmother's faith in her.

- You got Gretchen Calamari.

- Hi, Gretchen. This is Ata Johnson.

I'm a wrestling promoter.

Are you Cyndi Lauper's publicist?

- Mm, and Jan Hooks'.

Catch her this summer in "Wildcats."

- Oh, okay. Yeah, I will.

Um, so we have a big wrestling show coming up

out here in Hawaii, and I know it's a long shot,

but I was just wondering if Cyndi would maybe...

- Why don't we ask her?

I'll patch you through to Cyndi right now.

- Oh, really? Just like that?

- Oh, honestly,

I'm on a little bit of thin ice

with her at the mo'. I took my gatekeeping

too seriously, and I hung up

on the president of a major motion picture studio.

Anyway, long story short, Cyndi Lauper will not be

attending "Police Academy" with Steve Guttenberg.

- Who'd you hang up on this time, Gretch?

- God, it was one time, Cyn.

One time. - Hi, Cyndi, it's me,

Ata Johnson. We met at the WWF party

in New York. - Oh, yeah, of course.

How are ya?

- I'm good, yeah.

So we have this big wrestling show

coming up out here to honor my dad,

and you'd be perfect to come out and sing

the national anthem. - Oh, wrestling?

Hawaii? America?

I'm in!

I know Hawaii's in America.

But it's not like the other parts, you know?

It's detached... like my father, emotionally.

Thank you.

Look, I will personally see to it

that you're taken care of when you come out...

White glove.

Gloves? I... sorry, I can't remember

which one. - Fingerless gloves, hon.

Give Gretchen all the details.

I can't wait!

- She never says bye.

Nice sell job, by the way.

You know, I could throw Jan Hooks into this deal.

She could use a little sun. Hmm?

- Uh-huh.

- All right, just think about it.

Okay, there are a few important things

that Cyndi needs for every show:

first off, limo service.

- With Cyndi locked in,

my mom and Lars set out to build hype

with TV promos.

Lars stayed on brand...

- 'Cause I am the tower of power,

too sweet to be sour. Yeah!

- Well, be careful, because I've got more soul

than I can control!

- Too many words.

Bump chests.

- Harder.

- While my mom got a little more creative.

- Time to take out the WPW trash.

- Woo!

- So many legends came to Hawaii

to pay tribute to my grandpa.

- More chest.

- I'm giving it as much chest as I got, man.

- Sheiky, baby, you are making me chafe here!

- How am I doing?

- No notes, Sting.

- Then there was the main event.

- Bold claims from Lars Anderson!

- Hey, let me tell you something.

It'll be so easy to take the belt from this potato...

- Wait, why aren't you the one winning Grandpa's belt back?

- Bad News trained under Peter for a long time...

One of his protégés.

But you're a protégé and his son-in-law.

Shouldn't it be you?

- Look, Lars would never drop the belt to me.

We hate each other.

So in the spirit of everyone working together

to honor your grandpa,

this old man had to set his ego aside for this one.

- Do people that put their egos aside

usually talk in third person?

- I ain't taking crap from a kid in white leather pants.

- These came from the men's section.

- Yeah? You look like a divorcé

who flew in from Carmel.

Did you lift those off a Colombian drug lord?

- Beautiful pants, no respect.

- Peter is so handsome.

- Mm, handsome legs.

- Well, I think I got the same legs.

- What's that mean? - Drink, brother.

I like this guy.

- Staring at the man or the bread?

- I can't believe that's Kerry Von Erich.

I have his poster in my room.

Should I show him?

No, that's kid stuff.

- Show him. He's a nice guy.

- All right, just got word that Ms. Lauper

checked into her suite in Waikiki.

- And you set up all the things Cyndi's publicist asked for?

- Got all the mangoes and everything.

- Perfect.

- Okay, everyone.

Thank you all for being here.

Peter had a very special place

in his heart for each and every one of you...

Even you, Sheik.

- To the High Chief.

- Yes. - Yeah!

- All right, who's got a Peter story, huh?

- How 'bout that time he beat up that dude

who made fun of him for eating with his bare hands?

- Or maybe a more appropriate story

for our son to hear.

- I can hear the stories.

What are you talking about?

- Disrespect our culture,

and Peter would defend the honor of all Samoans.

- With his bare hands yet again.

Sika!

- What about that story from the bar in Japan,

where he bite man through his cheek?

Uh, Billy some...

- My frustrations had reached their peak.

I'm not a little kid!

I can handle the adult stuff.

- I agree.

- You do? - Yes.

It is time.

Would you do the honor

of bringing Peter's belt to the ring

to start the ceremony?

- Let's go. Whoo!

- That's my boy.

- Showtime.

I was excited about my bigger role:

helping my parents celebrate my grandfather's legacy.

- ♪ Got my back against the wall ♪

- Five minutes till showtime, people.

Pee now or hold it.

- Gotta go. Oh, yeah!

- Sheik goes to big stall.

Hey, Ata.

We could flip the Rocky/Macho match

with Andre and Flair.

Flair's much better when he gets to sleep in.

It's 4:15 p.m.

- It's Ric Flair.

- Well, I think we keep it as is.

This makes more sense for the flow

of the WPW vs. PPPW scoring system.

Oh, national anthem time.

Can you grab Ms. Lauper from her dressing room, please?

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Oh, she ain't in there.

- What? Why?

- Never showed up.

For some reason, Jan Hooks is here.

Now do Kitty Dukakis.

- You said she checked into the hotel, right?

- Oh, yes, ma'am. Man, such a shame.

You know, what a waste of an elegant mango tray

I set up for her. - You make things

too complicated, this is what happens.

- Everything okay? - Uh, no,

Cyndi Lauper is missing, but don't worry.

I'm gonna go figure it out.

- Just be back for the tribute. Peter hates tardiness.

- Okay, all right.

- Gretchen Calamari.

- Hi, Gretchen. It's Ata.

Um, Cyndi is not here, and the show is starting.

- Oh, sorry. Not my job anymore.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Did she fire you?

- No, no, no, no, no. I just turned 40,

and I was like, "What am I doing with my life?"

You know? So I am about to hop on a plane

to Belize. I will patch you through

to Cyn-Cyn for one last hoorah.

Four Seasons.

- Mona Flambé's room, please.

- I already have plenty of towels.

- No, Cyndi, it's me, Ata.

- I'm here too, Cyn.

- Gretch, how's Belize?

- Not there yet, but I will send you a postcard

as soon as I land.

- Great, uh, Cyndi, did our driver not show up?

- He came, but his sign had my name on it

instead of my alias, Mona Flambé.

Well, fans saw it, and now I can't leave the hotel.

- Mona Flambé?

Oh, I thought you said

"mango flambé in your dressing room."

Okay, well, stay right there.

I'm gonna pick you up in the alley

outside your hotel. - All right, sounds good.

- All right, you two ladies have fun, huh?

- Love ya, Gretch. - Okay, thanks, Gretchen.

- Love you. Buh-bye.

- And now, to start the night,

Peter's grandson will bring out

the High Chief's championship belt!

- It hit me just how special it was

to be a part of this family...

To inherit the legacy my grandfather started...

And to carry that legacy forward.

It felt unbelievable.

Like, almost, I could feel High Chief watching me.

- High Chief watches all of our matches.

- When the temperature in the ring drops dramatically,

it means he's bored.

- Showing respect to those who came before you

is the most mature thing

a man can do.

Dewey!

- Wh... is that your son?

Damn, you grew up.

- See? Cyndi Lauper gets it.

- Yes, he's tall now. We're all impressed.

Okay, gotta go. - Oh, bye.

- Folks, all the old rivalries,

friends, foes, gambling debts

are all out the window.

- Macho Man's body repels baby oil.

It's spraying onto the fans.

- I think it's genetic.

Sting and Sheik ready in two. - Okay, she's here.

She's ready.

- Hello, Cyndi.

You look just as beautiful when you are late.

- Oh, thank you, angel.

- Okay, so once the ring clears,

Cyndi's gonna go out and sing.

- She's gonna sing the national anthem

in the middle of the show?

- She's Cyndi Lauper.

Wait,

Rocky just wrestled?

He's not supposed to be on till later.

- Lah changed it.

The stopwatch ran 30 seconds, but you didn't object.

- Because I wasn't here!

- It's the fairest system we have.

- And now, ladies and gentlemen,

to sing the national anthem,

right now, for some reason:

Miss Cyndi Lauper!

- All right, Honolulu,

let's see if I can do this

without cursing.

- We were all feeling good

until an old rivalry reared its head.

Dad, what's wrong? - I'll tell you what's wrong.

Lars changed the finish.

He's beating Bad News and keeping Peter's belt.

- Wait, he can do that?

- He's doing it.

Damn it! I knew this would happen.

A leopard doesn't change its spots,

especially a lumpy-ass leopard like Lars.

- I don't know why... Maybe because we were honoring

my grandfather that night...

But I took the move from Lars as a slap in the face...

Lars! And I snapped.

How dare you be so disrespectful

on my grandfather's night!

I'll beat your ass!

- Sting's brother-in-law is from Iran!

I wonder how that's gonna play into this match.

- While I was going toe-to-toe with Lars,

my mom was getting things back on track.

- Ugh, Lars got chip dust on my clipboard.

- Come to the locker room.

You won't believe what Dewey just did.

- After the fight, there was only one person

who came up to talk to me.

- Sticking up for your grandfather...

Good for you, man.

- Really nice guy,

and one of my heroes.

- There he is.

- Are you okay, Dewey? Lars, is this true?

- That your kid tried to get his ass laid out

in front of the whole locker room?

- You changed the finish to the main event

without talking to me. - I made a business decision

when you were off playing

"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous"

with Cyndi Lauper. - More like Lars

looking out for Lars. - It's the wrong ending

for a tribute show.

They wanna see a feel-good story.

They want the good guy to beat the bad guy,

simple as that. - Oh, we can do that

right here, right now.

- I'm fine with all that. - Oh, are you?

- Stop!

This fighting is unbecoming

of a night dedicated to High Chief.

Get your panties out of bunches.

It is time for Peter's ceremony.

Now!

- And now a tribute to the life

and legacy of Peter Maivia.

- What started as a great night for me ended up here:

all of us sad,

mad,

and ashamed

in front of everybody.

Yup, that really happened,

and those were my pants.

- Please rise for a ten-bell salute to honor

the High Chief.

- Seeing how much my grandfather meant

to all of these guys...

To my family...

I couldn't have felt worse that I had ruined his night.

- And here we are, folks, the main event.

One of these gladiators will bring home

Peter Maivia's championship belt.

- I'm sorry I tried to fight Lars.

- It wasn't the right thing to do,

but believe me,

I understand why you did it.

- Him disrespecting Grandpa like that just made me so mad.

I wasn't even thinking. I just...

I don't know.

- Son, you don't think I wanna fight people all the time?

With these jackhammers for arms,

I can knock out every Tom, Dick, and Harry

that pisses me off, but I don't.

You know why? - Lawsuits?

- Yes, lawsuits,

but also, part of being an adult

is setting ego aside, keeping your cool.

- Right.

- Another part of being an adult:

don't fight guys a hundred pounds

above your weight class.

I would've had him.

No, absolutely not.

I would've been checking you out of the hospital.

What?

- A vicious clothesline!

He's going in for the pin.

One, two,

three.

And still Polynesian Pacific Pro Wrestling Champion,

Lars Anderson!

- All I wanted to do was protect

my grandfather's legacy,

but there was nothing I could do.

- Lars! Lars!

- How is everyone's night going?

- You got what you wanted, Lars.

Don't rub it in.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Enough.

All this time, you still don't understand our business.

It doesn't matter who Peter's belt is on.

We put it on who we want, when we want.

- She's right. It's just business.

- And we take it off who we want,

when we want.

You're right, Lah.

It is just business,

but it's family business.

Next time you want to change the finish,

you talk to us.

- What do you mean? I'm the booker.

I make the decisions.

- Not anymore.

Ata decides now.

Now, if you'll excuse us,

I'm going to celebrate this great night

the way Peter would've wanted:

with family

at Ruth's Chris Steak House.

If Peter was in your shoes,

he would've done the same thing.

Wouldn't you, High Chief?

- Turns out protecting Peter's legacy

united the whole family.

But though the show was a success,

my family's wrestling promotion

never got back on its feet,

and instead of capitalizing

on the wrestling boom of the mid-'80s,

we took a financial hit we never recovered from,

which brings me right back to you and your family

and your country's coffee legacy.

Prime Minister, you and your country

now have all the leverage,

and if there's anything that you've taken from my story,

it's that if you don't strike while the iron's hot,

then the moment can pass you by.

What if we imported the Gjelgjiughm coffee method

to the United States? - Yes, but Dwayne,

the method is very complex.

- That's why you'll send us a select group of emissaries

who will oversee the growing.

In exchange for the stewardship,

Gjelgjiughm will receive a percentage of profit

for every coffee crop.

- Let me think on it, and we can reconvene in the morning?

- Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for my robe.

- Oh... - It is the best robe

I have ever put on my body.

Go ahead.

Touch my sleeve. - I don't need to touch

your robe, because I also have a robe, Bibi!

- Oh, there's my diva!

I have missed this energy.

- Just... it'll keep going.