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Jack is gone. Ace is gone. I need you to be ring general out there, not number one jackass on the jackass most wanted list. Help me keep the group focused. Coach ‘em up, keep ‘em disciplined. Got it?
Willie [to Bill]
Come home, please.
Jack [to Ace]
Jack: You’re lookin’ kind of banged up.
Ace: You’re looking kind of fuck you. Never again.
Jack: When Bill came to you with that big-time contract offer, I was stunned.
Ace: I wasn’t.
Jack: Not because I don’t realize how great you are, but because I’d come to rely on your talent, your persona.
Ace: It’s dynamic.
Jack: DWL was working, and I could see our shared future together, and then Bill showed up with a golden ticket just for you. I was not prepared for that. You were gonna take your talents elsewhere.
Ace: Just like LeBron, mother fucker.
Jack: When that happened, that, that threw me. I guess it kinda — well, I don’t guess — it knocked me down. I was gutted. Then I was embarrassed that I wasn’t offering’ up congratulations to you. And whether that was desperation or envy or both, what I am sure of is that I-
Ace: Humiliated me.
Jack: I used what I knew as your brother, things only a brother would know, to push your buttons.
Ace: That you did.
Jack: Then, instead of ownin’ up to that like a decent person, I told myself that it was for your own good.
Jack: Dad killin’ himself fucked me up more than I care to admit. More than I thought. I loved him so much. I hated him so much. And I glossed over all that ‘cause I couldn’t change it. The love, the hate, the way he was, the way he wasn’t, the way he went out. You and me are trying to survive after finding out Spade men aren’t supposed to survive. We’re supposed to come home and blow our heads out on the back porch and let our sons clean us up.
Ace: Oh, God. That’s terrible, Jack. That’s-
Jack: I am truly sorry for the way that I treated you. Please come home and give me the chance to be a great brother to you.
Ace: You were never a bad big brother. Only lately. I’m not a good guy who deserves a great brother anyway. I’m a shitheap all of my own.
Jack: No, you’re not.
Ace: Then you don’t know me very well.
Jack: I know the heart of you. Good uncle, teammate, friend.
Ace: Jack, I’m not a good guy. Farthest thing from it.
Jack: These people loved you before I turned you into a heel. Let me help make it right.
Ace: Jack, you know what I realized on this trip? After several disturbing interactions? I’m not good at making’ new friends. I haven’t made a new friend in years. Makin’ friends was never hard because I was always a part of a team. I had like insta-friends, guys I met through sports. Everyone kind of had to be my friend.
Jack: That’s not true.
Ace: Don’t tell me that. I do bad shit. I say dumb things. I do dumb things. I broke Bobby’s leg. I left the DWL because no one really likes me. I’m gone because any other promotion would have run me out of town.
Jack: We’re not any other promotion.
Ace: But the worst thing I’ve done? The worst thing I’ve done is I told you you were gonna stay in Duffy and kill yourself like Dad.
Jack: That’s forgotten.
Ace: I’m remindin’ you. I’m that guy. I’m the guy who said that. What kind of guy says that to his brother? Me.
Jack: It’s in the past. Don’t matter.
Ace: Everything that came to me after that statement, I set in motion.
Jack: That’s not true.
Ace: Yes, it is. And yeah, you were kinda dickish about the belt, but I didn’t have to say that, and yet I did. I did it because I’m a selfish fuck who was praised his whole life for sports, and now that sports are over, I don’t know what the fuck to do when I don’t get it.
We need a women’s division. It’s time.
Willie
Would you take my olive branch out of my bum, Jack? That way, we can have peace, profit, and by the way, we can have olives. You like olives, Rooster?
Gully [to Jack]
You seem to fancy yourself a master storyteller. Well, tell me a story about a man who thinks he can punch people without consequence. That story’s not this story, but in the spirit of burying the hatchet, you get to decide what the consequence will be. You help me restore my honor in the ring with a cross-promotion between the DWL and Dystopia, or I hit you back and take everything you got. It is not for me to ask you why the consequences of punching me never occurred to you. Maybe they did, and you dismissed them. Not smart. So, you decide if you want to take the olive branch out of my bum and work together or if you want to watch me take every goddamned dollar you made for the rest of your goddamned life. I look forward to hearing from you.
Gully
Debbie: It’s so sexist that we can’t have make wrastlers beatin’ on female wrastlers because people get upset when they see real men beatin’ real women. I mean, OK fine, but, how come they can’t separate the two? I, me, the Debs, know Crystal gettin’ punched in the face is pretend for my entertainment, just like when it happens to Jack or Diego or Bill.
Crystal: I said this exact thing to Bobby.
Debbie: Why can’t people find it cool that a man twice her size is launching her across the room. She’s in character. She’s not dead. She has the belt. We’re gonna make sure she wins. We just don’t want it to look implausible every second. She needs something to fight against. You show me a woman who doesn’t have to fight against men. You can’t. So sexist. And the heck with women who can’t handle watchin’ it. I’m so sick of estrogen and fragile female egos.
