Lolling doxies care not for Vic and his inverted antics. The boss nixes his bid to join the “Crusher Gang.” So Vic buys some springs, takes off most of his clothes, and wanders over his friend’s place to do exercises while giving his “pal” a look at his glutes. End result? He’s VIDEO VIC, his wrestling talents validated by a new communications medium. Faithless women clamor for his love! Bosses show up hunched in submission to offer Crusher Gang status!

Thank ol’ Thumbskull Joe, popping up in the bottom to assure us we could be just like Vic.