7 Days in Hell

- Come on!

- Out!

And here we go.

Aaron Williams, one point away from

ending this outrageous seven-day match.

On this, his 67th match point.

He can end it all with one serve.

Oh.

A weak 30-mph serve into the net.

Seven days of play really taking

its toll on everyone here.

Please end it.

Please end it.

F***, no.

- Jesus.

- Oh, this is killing me.

The Williams-Poole match.

It wasn't even a match. It was...

It was something else.

It was two men stuck in eternal flames.

- Deuce.

- Yeah, I know it's deuce.

We all know it's deuce, man.

It was...

seven days in hell.

It was the most spectacular

match in tennis history.

But to fully understand

how these two men got here,

we must first know where they came from.

Aaron Williams, thank you

for sitting down with us.

- My pleasure.

- You're known as the "bad boy" of tennis.

No. You know what?

F*** this and f*** you.

Aaron Williams does not play "country club"

tennis because he's from the streets.

I mean, literally.

He was left on a street by his mother

and then was adopted by Richard Williams,

father of Serena and Venus.

Well, with Aaron

it was a reverse "Blind Side."

You know, a rich white family gets a

black kid and makes him play football.

Well, we flipped it.

My dad, he took a white kid

and made him play tennis.

Like his sisters, Aaron quickly

rose to the top of the game.

But the number-one ranking eluded him.

His personal life, however,

has shined bright since his arrival to fame.

We could go months without talking to him.

He'd hang around a lot in Vegas, spending a lot

of time with Rod Stewart and some magician.

Well, it was me, Aaron Williams and Rod Stewart

going out every night for about 10 years,

crushing p*ssy and making money.

Aaron's chance to become the

top-ranked player in the world

finally came at the '96 Wimbledon finals.

What happened at Wimbledon '96

completely changed the trajectory

of Aaron Williams' life.

Will he do it? At 25 years old

finally win Wimbledon and grab

that number-one ranking he so desires?

Can he do it?

Can he beat the Belgian, Jens Goossens?

Ace.

- Three points away now.

- Here comes the guitar.

He is gunning for that title.

- 30-love.

- Another ace.

Are you kidding me?

148 miles per hour.

He's like, on another planet right now.

After those three aces,

there wasn't one person

who didn't think that

a four-bagger was coming.

And with it, a new tennis champion.

But what came next was

something quite different.

Here we go.

Championship point.

It appears he just whispered to himself,

"This is how we do it."

The hit Montell Jordan song that Aaron

sung backup vocals on this year.

Oh!

Oh, jeez.

This is not good.

We just hope he's all right.

You knew right away he was dead.

My Lord, I've never seen anything like this.

It was one of the great

tragedies of all time

and, technically,

it wasn't the impact that killed him.

But the impact gave him a heart

attack and that killed him.

So if you ask me, did Aaron kill him?

I'd say kinda.

The silver lining to that man's death

is that Aaron had set a...

a new speed record for a serve.

If the pressure of winning

Wimbledon wasn't enough,

now he's got a dead body on his hands.

Aaron probably should have

forfeited after killing a guy.

But he didn't because he's an a**hole.

Second serve now, after killing a man.

Not a good sign for Williams.

Aaron lost, but remarkably,

killing a man and losing his

greatest shot at Wimbledon

and the number-one ranking still wasn't

as low as he would sink that day.

Let us start with a moment of silence

for Chauncey Kensington,

who gave his life for the game of tennis.

And now let's hear it for the runner-up,

Aaron Williams.

Thanks.

Man, sorry I couldn't win today.

I thought I was gonna, but...

I didn't murder him.

He had a heart attack.

Great. Well, you know what?

I hate all of you too.

I hate this stupid-ass country.

The food's terrible.

There's no hot chicks.

I've seen maybe two, max,

and they were, like, "sixes" at best.

Even then, they'd be way lower

if you put them in an L.A. or Miami

or even a San Francisco!

- This is an outrage...

Get out of my f***ing way!

He pushed the duke.

You don't shove a member of the royal family

unless your brain is made of toddings.

Sorry for my language.

It was the push heard round the world.

The Duke of Kent has been pushed.

Later, tennis.

I mean, no one actually thought

he was saying goodbye to tennis for good,

because

that's a crazy thing to say when retiring.

"Later, tennis"?

After this dramatic exit, he vanished.

And it seemed that would be the last

anyone would hear from Aaron Williams.

No one could know that he would return

to compete in the longest and arguably

greatest game in tennis history.

F***, no!

His competitor in the

match was Charles Poole.

When you're a child prodigy,

the cameras start filming early.

His name is Charles Lloyd Poole,

and at three years of age, he's

only got the entire tennis world talking.

You've got to be the best, Charles.

The best.

Mummy won't love you if you're second best.

He's clearly one to watch.

-

If you like tennis,

you will certainly like my next guest.

It is the wunderkind, Charles Lloyd Poole.

Welcome to "Good Sport."

The rooftops of London have been a-flutter

with talk that you may be turning pro

- before turning 16.

- Indubitably.

It would make you

the youngest pro in history.

Oh, yeah, indubitably.

It was pretty obvious

someone had taught this kid

the word, "indubitably,"

thinking that mixed with his English accent,

it'd make him sound smart.

Charles was by far the

thickest person I ever met.

It was like talking to a

child with brain damage.

His mother wanted him to turn pro so badly

that she found a shortcut for schooling.

She sent him to a vocation school that

taught him to be a bloody lorry driver.

I must say, you are looking extremely fit.

Would you mind lifting...

Lifting your shirt so...

So we can inspect the abdominal muscles?

Oh, yeah, indubitably.

It was also obvious the host of "Good Sport"

was interested in him sexually.

I'm not entirely sure that camera

got that.

Crackerjack.

Well, Caspian Wint could be a bit

of a rapscallion.

That guy was a creep.

Nobody liked him.

Why do you smell like fire?

Because I rage inside, like a furnace.

And d-do you have a g... a girlfriend?

No, but I did have one once.

He was always really sweet and properly fit.

And I know he really did love me.

But, you know, my modeling

career was just pff-ff!

Besides, even if I had wanted more,

there was just no getting past his mum.

She was an iron fortress around him.

Are you scared of your mother?

No. No, of course not.

I... I love my mum.

I'm not scared of her.

I'm not scared of my mum at all.

Charles... is your mother

using you for her

own dashed dreams?

- Oh yeah, definitely.

- He's joking.

I always liked that Caspian Wint.

He and Charles always seemed to

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